Demon Lord 3

I rolled my eyes at Miemie and said, "Okay, it's not enough that one domineering president falls in love with you, do you need several domineering presidents to fall in love with you?" Miemie lowered her head in shame and said, "Oh, that's not what I meant. The key is that although that person doesn't look like a bad guy, I get angry just looking at him. After all, he is our enemy, but we can't say anything given our current status. Let's see slowly. If you look at it this way, he might be a good guy, and we can't just treat him as a bad guy. When these two sides fight, there will definitely be one who wins and one who loses, but there is no real right or wrong. After understanding this, I no longer treat him as a bad guy. After all, I am now his subordinate and he is his superior, so I will listen to him. Ding Ye also has no intention of making things difficult for me. Sometimes when I don't do things well, he says it doesn't matter and lets me leave. He arranges a more comfortable room for me to stay in, and I feel good about it. He doesn't inquire too much into his private life. I usually walk around the barracks, sometimes with a lunch box, and say I'm going to find him food wherever I go. Here, it's usually It was the kind of food that I had to prepare myself, and I had to find my own boss's kitchen, and only the boss's men could get it. I had stored a lot of food in the dimensional space, and I also took some out of it. Although it wasn't much, it wasn't a small amount either. It was enough for me not to go out and wander around for the whole day, but after wandering around, I could find this excuse to give him my tongue. He also smiled and nodded and said that it was much better than the last one. At this point, I lost my composure. What did the last one mean? If there was a last one, then was he a cruel pervert? When time had passed and no one cared, he would find a reason to kill me and replace me with another? If that was the case, then I had to do it to him. He said that the last person died in the war to protect him, and he was very grateful to that person. After hearing this, I felt that he was a man who valued friendship and loyalty, so I didn't hold on to the matter anymore. Sometimes the breath was still quite subtle. After all, I saw his face from morning to night, and I seldom went out too far. It was a bit unnatural after a long time, but the undercover life had to go on, and I was also on his behalf. He did a lot of things, such as comforting the soldiers. What I wanted to do the most was to go to the battlefield to investigate and see if there were any corrupt officials making money there, because some people would send those soldiers who didn't pay to the front line to fight first, and leave the rich ones behind, so that they could at least die later. Even if everyone had to go to the battlefield, those people would get a lot of benefits. Thinking of this, I felt a little resentful. I also carefully considered my choice of words when I got back and told him. He nodded and said that he would do it tomorrow. He looked so gentle every day, and I never saw him get angry. I asked him curiously if he didn't hate those people and if he thought all this was normal. He shook his head and said that it was not the case, but what's the use of his hatred? They were all his subordinates. Although those people had a good method, the soldiers below might complain, but if he really did it, at least there would be people willing to charge forward. Although he was the supreme commander, the soldiers at the bottom might not listen to his orders. They could only wait. A clearly defined, disciplined army is a better place. But I was a little annoyed. I wanted to criticize him, thinking he was wrong. In normal times, corruption might be salvageable, but in wartime, whose life is worth anything? But then I thought again: whose life is worth anything? If life can be bought with money, then what does it matter to the person? In this world, there's no such thing as high or low. It's all about whether you have a chance to save your life. Only by fighting tooth and nail, by any means, can you save your life. But if you have nothing, then you can only sit and wait for death. And here, I suddenly saw a way to end this war, to end the infighting, and to end everyone's suffering. It was to reimagine the world and continue according to our own ideas. If our guess was correct this time, and the main problem was someone else, then we could allocate some of our strength to compete with this place. It might mean years of fighting, but we could use the inherent corruption of the lower classes to sow discord.