Chapter 58: Killing People?
"Have you ever killed anyone?" Geoffrey asked.
Cesar froze for a moment, then lowered his eyes instinctively. "I have."
Although it had not been his wish, nor was it something he enjoyed, when Witt and the others had extended their ill-intentioned invitation, he had known that he and those who had originally profited could only be locked in a struggle to the death.
They could also be called his first examination. The answer he gave on that test would directly determine his future fate.
He was a cowardly person. He did not believe that if he disappointed Amalric I, Amalric I would generously forgive him as he had claimed. He had already seen that in this age, a person's life was as tiny and fragile as sand in the wind.
Cesar could only tell himself that it was self-defense. They wanted to kill him, so he could only return the favor.
"That isn't what I mean." Geoffrey waved a hand casually. Since he had taken a liking to Cesar, he had naturally looked into his past. Before Amalric I had rescued him, he had been an Isaacite slave. Even though no one knew where he had come from, and he himself had no memories of his past, the bearing and talent he displayed truly belonged only to the son of a knight.
As for Witt, though that fellow had also received a blessing, to the Templars he was still like a dried-up pile of dog shit in the road—if they accidentally stepped in it, they would only disgustedly scrape their boots clean. His death would have no effect whatsoever on the Holy Land, Holy Cross Castle, or the Order.
Other than his crazy mother. Geoffrey spat inwardly. After Witt died, his mother had refused to let