Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2207 - 676: Final Battle Countdown [2]_5

"I understand, but... why are you helping the Bimon Kingdom?" Rommel’s face darkened slightly: "Actually, you and I have similar identities, without any sense of belonging, drifting outside all races, wandering aimlessly, not knowing where home is."

"I swore back in the day, as long as I could save Helen, I would follow Kampas." Richard laughed: "This explanation is too idealistic, you might not believe it, after all, I still have a wife from the Sea Clan! Let me put it this way, I particularly hate and detest the feeling of being invaded by others!"

"Another reason is, the Bimon Kingdom treats you well too."

"Look at what you’re saying, even if Bimon doesn’t treat me well, could I possibly take over this country with bare hands and become king?" Richard smiled bitterly: "Don’t laugh at me, my hope all along has been to comfortably be a local rich guy, awaiting death while living leisurely. I’m an ordinary person to the core, and I’ve never had grand dreams of dominating the world. Reaching this point, I’ve been forced every step of the way!"

"Forced out a Saint Xiao? Forced out a Flower King?" Rommel was stunned, feeling a bit dizzy.

"Oh~~" Richard gently recited a little poem, expressing his mood: "Loneliness! I’ve lived a savage life in a barbaric foreign land for too long... so when returning to you, tears are inevitable..."

"I believe what you’ve said." Rommel gently repeated the poem, feeling the philosophical flavor within, only to sense a lingering sweetness in his mouth.

"Although you and I have never been on the same path, you understand me, that’s why I’m opening up to you like this." Richard laughed, putting his arm around the handsome man’s shoulder: "If, if we could be friends, we would certainly be die-hard buddies."

"I’ve already handed my will over to my most loyal direct subordinate. If I die, all the inheritance will go to my cousin Helen or her children." The handsome man once again evaded Richard’s invitation, turning his gaze toward the distant horizon.

"Why speak such unlucky words?"

"Don’t be fooled by the victories I’ve achieved in the Eastern Aegean! If it weren’t for fighting the Sea Clan, who would provide me with intelligence, supplies, and troop reinforcements? Would humans? What will become of me once the war is over? Don’t forget, the territory I’m occupying now belongs to the Saint Maodan Duchy, whose royal family is only in exile, not dead! Their overlord nation is still the Holy San Francisco Empire!" Rommel sighed: "Am I supposed to borrow a path from the humans to return to the desert and conquer a country of my own? I’m tired and lack that motivation! Just like you, I didn’t want to join the army, but was forced by circumstance. Do you know what I truly want to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I actually want to be a writer most." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Ha! Just like my wife Tan Ya’s profession."

"You don’t like it?"

"Nonsense! I admire writers the most. Honestly, I, too, had this dream long ago, but after two years of shoveling dung, I completely gave up."

"I want to be a bestselling author, adamantly refuse to write mainstream literature. Not many in a lifetime, twenty satisfying works are enough! To vent my emotions between the lines, then secretly imagine readers’ expressions while reading, reaping a thief-like joy and a hefty manuscript fee."

"Exactly! You must use a pen name, so no one realizes it’s you, the crazier the name the better, the more confusing it is for others, the more we use it."

"Right! If we’re going to write, let’s write the ’fist and pillow’ type of stories, whatever’s vulgar, let’s write that, resolutely avoiding those pretentious themes! More female protagonists, with Elves, Mermaids, Orcs, throw them all in, not afraid of criticism. In these times, there’s too much false morality, the more they criticize, the more it proves they’re watching every day."

"Add intimacy scenes too! Describe them in detail, use everything available!"

"Oh my god! Richard, you’re really on the same wavelength as me! I actually want to write about a rough bad guy, doesn’t do good, just all kinds of wicked deeds, completely different from those genteel heroes with pretty faces!"

"Absolutely right!" Richard was delighted: "Damn it, there are no heroes like that! Drinking champagne, having moonlit dinners, watching the sea, discussing life and ideals, crying when seeing a wilting flower, they can all get lost! We’ll write whatever’s exaggerated."

"Then let’s do it together!" Rommel laughed and lay down on the ground, clutching his belly from laughing so hard.

"You scoundrel." Richard also laughed: "So you were teasing me, huh?"

"True men are both praised and criticized, if everyone praises you, you’re doomed. Even Xiang Pa has a dark side, how can a person not?" Rommel’s eyes suddenly changed, becoming a bit dazed, which was fine, but he was looking at Richard.

Richard’s smile stopped abruptly, goosebumps suddenly rising up his arm.

"Richard..."

"Stop! What were you planning to discuss with me today, after all?" Richard quickly diverted: "Is it the continental situation or military strategies?"

Rommel straightened his back, dejectedly turning his gaze to the ever-flowing river.

"If you don’t tell me, I’m leaving." For the first time in his life, Richard felt what fear and trepidation were.

"Don’t go!" Rommel immediately bent down, picked up a reed, and hastily drew a military sketch on the sandy ground.

The evening breeze arose, countless cattail flowers drifted like snowflakes, fluttering across the sky, composing the most beautiful autumn scene on the Sanggan River along with the sunset behind the handsome man.