دانلود رمان انگلیسی “شیرجه رفتن در سیاه چال” – عمیق ترین سطح را هدف بگیرید -جلد هشتم

The continent of Varences was considered the “country proper” by the frontier territories. There was something called a boundary line there, splitting north from south. The farce of a “border war” had played out over that boundary line for a long time. The two opposing factions ruling the continent sent their soldiers to the front and had them kill each other at a moderate pace for a moderate amount of movement in terms of gains and losses. To be honest, I had absolutely no interest in this kind of behind-the- scenes power struggle or profits. It’s precisely because I didn’t have that interest that I was able to wear this fine military uniform, earn the grand title of general, move thousands of troops, and walk atop the outer wall of this fortress on the front lines. The heels of my boots clacked on the stone floor as I walked beneath the clear blue sky. Straining my eyes to look toward the north, I was just able to see the large army of the Northern League as they retreated over the horizon. Simultaneously, at the foot of the rampart I was walking along, soldiers of the Southern League gave a thunderous cheer for their tactical victory. I watched over those scenes for just a few moments, smiling, before turning away from them. The outer wall I was currently moving along formed the perimeter of a triangle, and I walked from my position at one vertex to the opposite side, to escape the clamor. It felt good to walk somewhere so high up with the cool wind blowing. Above all else, it felt good that my plan was proceeding so smoothly. Of course, that smooth sailing was not what had led to our victory in the little skirmish between the Northern League and the Southern League. What I meant was a much more personal and selfish plan. I straightened my uniform and continued walking along with my trifling feelings of guilt.