【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 534 [Empire] Rogue Mercenary

In the wind and snow, someone in the team walked quickly, and his heavy military cloak was swung open in the wind. The moment it brushed past my side, it brought a breath colder than the snow.

I subconsciously turned my head and only caught a glimpse of the edge of the cold gray cloak before I recognized it.

Ye Lin.

The man who was suspected to be the original owner's "brother".

His features remained impassive, his face pale from the wind and snow, yet he couldn't discern a single emotion. His pace was quick and steady, each step as precise as a knife's cut. With his sleeves turned up, the insignia of his military rank shone faintly in the gray light of the snow.

He walked slowly among the corpses, looking down to examine each wrapped body, occasionally bending down to lift the cloth to confirm the identity, then calmly covering it up and continuing on his way.

The wind blew across his shoulders, ruffling his hair, but it couldn't disturb his gaze.

I stood there quietly, not moving, not calling him. But something clicked in my mind, and the scene of that night on the battlefield defending the capital star surfaced—

I once shouted at him, breathless with blood and fire, "I am the rogue mercenary you're talking about!"

At that moment, he changed his previous anger and looked at me expressionlessly, with a flash of disappointment and coldness in his eyes: "As a descendant of the Ye family, you should fight for the military, not mix with mercenaries like a stray dog."

But I resolutely chose my companions, even though they were just a group of mercenaries who were regarded as abandoned, I did not waver at all.

But now, I am actually mixed in with this group of soldiers, wearing military academy uniform, moving forward with them, training with them, and bearing the wind and snow of this ice field together.

——The words he once said were carved into my body bit by bit by time, until now, in this body disguised as a "soldier".

I didn't know whether to laugh at myself or sigh, but I lowered my head slightly.

Qianmo noticed my pause and turned his head to look at me. He seemed to have noticed something, but did not ask. He just stood quietly beside me, like a silent wall.

Ye Lin didn't look at us.

His gaze never lingered on the cadets for even a moment. To him, we, the cadets brought here, were merely temporary pawns, "reserve" who might be used in the future, or could be discarded at any time.

His steps were crisp and decisive, even his emotions were tightly wrapped in the cold wind and cloak, clean and neat, without hesitation.

As he walked past us, his sleeves brushed past us lightly, and I could even smell the very faint fir scent on him, mixed with the smell of disinfectant in the old training grounds of the capital star, bringing a silent sense of oppression.

For a moment, my heart twitched slightly, but I didn't move.

He continued forward, lowering his head to examine the bodies. His movements were smooth and precise, like a silent machine. The soldiers around him tacitly stepped aside, leaving him alone, moving among the corpses, becoming the sole focus.

The snow fell lighter and lighter, and the world seemed to be pressed into a heavy porcelain jar. All sounds were covered up, and only the heartbeat remained, vibrating "boom, boom" behind my ears.

Qianmo withdrew his gaze and gently pulled my sleeve, as if reminding me to keep walking.

I pursed my lips, whispered "Let's go", and walked towards the meeting point without looking back.

Behind me, the figure that I once resisted with all my strength was still lonely and upright, like an old sword covered with snow, silently stationed among the corpses.

This time, I didn't choose to shout or run away. I just walked forward, step by step, carrying the identity I had silently accepted at this moment, carrying all the past and present, and continued to move forward.

——Silent, but more determined.