My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

"It was said by a soldier whose head was missing half."

Another soldier, missing an arm from his shoulder, joked, "We might be meeting the same girl. Are you sure you want to propose to her?"

“It’s different. When I met her, it was her first time. At least I was the first man she ever served. I have the right to propose to her.”

The soldier, missing half his head, spoke earnestly. When he was serious,

The soldier opposite didn't seem to notice, and simply scooped a spoonful into his mouth, swallowed it, and let it flow out through the opening in his stomach.

Lin Mo watched them eat, and the absurd scene instantly made him lose his appetite.

But Ye Zimo didn't show any other expression; she calmly surveyed the people around her.

She was slightly disappointed to find that none of the soldiers who came to eat were still alive.

The colonel handed Ye Zimo a small basin of hot water, gesturing for her to put the frozen blood into it: "This will melt it quickly, haha, it's a folk remedy."

"Thank you."

Ye Zimo said calmly.

Her blood bag melted quickly. She took two sips and suddenly asked, "If everyone is destined to die on the battlefield in this war, what are your last wishes?"

Chapter 264 Wish

Faced with Ye Zimo's question, the colonel and the soldiers were stunned and stopped eating.

In fact, the colonel who went to the dock to welcome the reinforcements had felt something was strange before. Why was only the Golden Child ashore? Even if they encountered a pirate attack, General Luton should have landed with her.

The telegram stated that General Luton and the three-star admiral had both arrived at the archipelago.

The colonel hadn't asked before because the Son of Gold was of noble status, and no one dared to impersonate him.

During the last world war, Innis claimed to have a son of gold and promoted him extensively. As a result, some people in Denise tried to use the name of the son of gold to rise to a position of power, but they were exposed as fakes. Denise even lost two cities because of them. Since then, all four kingdoms have issued laws that anyone who impersonates the son of gold will be hanged.

Not only would he be hanged, but his immediate family members within three generations would also be hanged, which was tantamount to a collective punishment.

After that, no one dared to impersonate the Son of Gold again.

Therefore, the beautiful lady in front of me must be real; judging from her demeanor alone, she doesn't seem like a fraud.

In addition, she was wearing the Rose Family's ancestral artifact T-13, the Bone Wind Chime.

So, did the Son of Gold go ashore alone to observe the situation on the island?

When Ye Zimo asked this question, the colonel immediately wondered if there was a problem at the base. Could it be that Innes's spies had infiltrated the area?

Is the base no longer safe?

Ye Zimo's face was expressionless, as if she lacked some emotion.

Her expressionless face actually relieved the colonel opposite her.

Because the other person was so calm, he felt that he shouldn't be acting strangely, otherwise the girl opposite him should have screamed.

The colonel touched his face and wiped the dried blood from his forehead.

"Before joining the war, we all wrote our wills and handed them over to the army. If we didn't make it back, the army would hand over these wills to our relatives and pay them a substantial pension."

The colonel said with a smile, though his smile was stiff, it was very sincere.

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback. It turned out that every Torid soldier was prepared to die when they went into battle.

They had already written their wills. If they could return alive, they could retrieve and burn the wills themselves; if they couldn't return, the wills would be handed over to their families.

Because they all know that no war is without bloodshed and sacrifice.

Ye Zimo nodded slightly and continued drinking the blood from the blood bag, which she felt had expired.

This world has no humans in the traditional sense; all blood is extracted from mineral veins. The frozen blood that Ye Zimo drank was artificial blood produced in Mei'er.

The taste wasn't very good; it was barely palatable.

"There's no need to worry at all. I've written three wills, and they've never actually been used. Haha, Lady Luck will protect us."

An old soldier said that he wrote three wills, which meant he had participated in three wars.

"That's right, I've written it twice already."

“You’re all not as good as me. I’ve written it four times. The first time I wrote it, I was only 14 years old. I was so scared back then. I really thought I was going to die, haha. But I still made it back alive. After that, every time I wrote it, I handed in a blank sheet of paper.”

“That’s right. As long as we don’t encounter guys with ancestral artifacts, we won’t die easily. We are all veterans who have been through countless battles.”

"That's right, Son of Gold, don't be afraid. When the fight starts, just stand behind us and we'll protect you. Don't be afraid."

The soldiers started talking all at once, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Lin Mo could clearly sense that Ye Zimo was feeling down. Looking at the group of soldiers and scholars, she thought of the person who used the ancestral artifact to curse this place, and a surge of anger rose in her heart.

But she also understood that there is no right or wrong in war.

Aside from these garrison troops, the indigenous inhabitants of Area 1 are the most pitiful.

Because the archipelago possesses bloodstone mines, they were forced into the war.

Noticing that the Golden Child seemed a little downcast, the colonel assumed it was because the beautiful young woman hadn't cooperated with her in expressing her wish. The colonel coughed twice and said:

"Let me say this first: if I don't make it back this time, I hope my son can join the army and become a proud Toreador soldier like me, because he will find that only by joining the army can he receive so much admiration from volunteers."

The colonel's words amused the soldiers, and they began to chime in one by one.

“If I can’t go back, I hope that after my mother receives the pension, she can adopt a child from an orphanage so that someone can take care of her in her old age. Otherwise, I worry that she will be alone at home and have no one to take care of her when she gets old. She suffered a lot to raise me and her legs are not strong now, let alone decades later.”

The soldier's eyes welled up as he spoke, but it was only his own feeling that they were wet. In reality, he had no tears at all. In fact, one of his eyes had been shot out, leaving only his lonely left eye hanging in its socket, which caused his vision to remain somewhat blurry.

"If I am destined to die in this war, I hope to bring my remains back, make a bowl out of my skull, and place it by my wife's bedside so that she can think of me at all times."

A soldier who had been shot several times in the chest spoke solemnly, drawing strange looks from those around him who found his behavior hard to understand.

"You don't want your young and beautiful wife to remarry, do you?"

His colleagues joked.

The soldier did not deny it. He continued earnestly, "My wife is very beautiful. I'm afraid that after she receives a large sum of compensation, she will keep a gigolo and have another child with him. That would be too pitiful for me."

"Hahaha."

The soldiers around him burst into laughter, including the scholars who had been so serious.

Led by the soldiers, the scholars also spoke about their aspirations.

"If I can't go back this time, I hope someone can help me take my diary back to my son and tell him that his father was a brave scholar."

The scholar carried his red diary with him at all times.

Lin Mo was about to reach out and say, "Leave it to me," but Ye Zimo stopped him.

It seems the time is not yet right.

Then another adventurer said, "If I die here, I hope a reporter can write a report about me, recording that I gave my precious life for the Kingdom of Meor, so that my descendants will know that I was a hero."

"If I die, I hope to bring all my research back to my homeland. I have no family and no worries."

"That's what an elderly scholar with white hair said."

"If I can't go back, I hope someone can tell my daughter that she must never become a volunteer when she grows up. It's all a damn scam. The soldiers are all filthy, and they've slept with countless volunteers."

A middle-aged soldier spoke, and everyone looked at him before bursting into hearty laughter.

"I hope my wife's baby is a boy, so he won't beg to become a volunteer when he grows up."

"Haha, didn't you know that boys are volunteering these days?"

"Speaking of which, I've already started to miss the Rose Room. I miss that girl."

"Damn Rose Chamber, I just wish it wasn't my wife I ran into last time, that feeling is too familiar."

The soldiers started chatting again, and more and more people shared their wishes. The entire military mess hall seemed to be filled with discussions of their dying wishes. Ye Zimo wrote down all of these wishes and imprinted them in her mind.

Chapter 265 Survivors

After lunch, Ye Zimo, led by the colonel, visited the indigenous people's dwellings.

Area 1 is a shared territory of Meor and Ilav, with the two sides dividing the island in two and governing it jointly.

Ye Zimo first visited the indigenous people in the Mei'er territory. The residents living in the blue-roofed row houses were all dead, but Ye Zimo could still smell the scent of living people on the rotting island.

So she made an excuse that she wanted to wander around by herself and told the colonel and the guards to go back first.

The colonel said with a serious expression, "Miss Lilith, if you find anything unusual on the island, please let us know. We will cooperate with you in the best of our ability. I know you came to the island alone, so you must be on some kind of mission. Please leave any dangerous matters to us. We are soldiers."

Ye Zimo was slightly taken aback, touched by his words.

Ye Zimo nodded: "Okay, I will."

The colonel left with his men, and Ye Zimo began to wander around on her own.

At first, she chose to walk around in the civilian areas on land. Many locals cast their gazes at her, but they did not dare to approach. For some reason, Ye Zimo exuded a fearsome sense of oppression.

"Zimo, everyone's fate is different."

Lin Mo comforted her.

“I know. I have lived for so many years and experienced two world wars. I know the cruelty of war. So I am very glad that the Ancestor left this compressed holy war space to test us, so that we don’t have to fight in our own world, which would cause the deaths of many innocent people.”

Ye Zimo said.

Even so, you still don't want the people of this world to die.

Lin Mo exposed Ye Zimo's thoughts.

“That’s right. I’m thinking now, people in our world are life, but aren’t people in this world also life? I’m wondering if there’s a more peaceful way to deal with this.”

Ye Zimo said calmly.

"Perhaps only after you achieve peace in this war, and if the leader of the Camarilla never changes, will there be no need for a competition anymore, right?"

“The Secret Service holds elections every so often; it’s a tradition that won’t change.”

"Perhaps you can change."

After exchanging words for a while, Ye Zimo had unknowingly arrived at a place where there was the presence of living people.

This is a cemetery. The original cemetery consisted of mounds of earth and simple tombstones. There were no flowers or caretakers.