The open space in the backyard is a world for children, and although these children are all under the age of fourteen and have not yet reached the age of coming-of-age, there is still a clear division of power.

To the northwest of the clearing, several well-dressed girls were whispering around one of the dark red figures.

Most of them are the daughters of merchants, and their families are more or less powerful.

In the early days of the plague, their family was one of the first to evacuate Grey Veil, and when the disaster passed, they returned to the town to continue their business.

The girl who was surrounded by her was named Rianna Garfield, and the girls faintly thought of her.

Ruina has a beautiful face, graceful posture, long light chestnut hair elegantly coiled at the back of her head to reveal a fair neck, and the whole person exudes the unique vitality of youth. A long tunic skirt with a rose wood button-down waist was evidently expensive, with delicate light black hand-embroidered patterns on the skirt and skirt.

Her family's business is extensive, with shops in all six towns of the territory, surpassing the traditional sense of the trader. The goods ranged from animal skins, gemstones, jewelry, weapons, timber, ore, private armies, and caravans with special guards.

There were also seven or eight men, all boys, standing at the door of one of the transepts to the southeast.

More conspicuous was a young man of nearly twenty years old, dressed in a simple hunting suit with a long sword hanging from his waist. However, the young man was actually just a guard, and he was following the side of a brown-haired boy with a respectful expression.

The brown-haired boy named Faith Agrlinton is tall and tall, and his handsome and arrogant face gives people a sense of alienation.

It is said that his background is complex and mysterious, and he has been seen laughing side by side with the bishop on more than one occasion.

In fact, as long as you have a little knowledge, it is not difficult to know that Agrülinton is actually the surname of the lord. And since the boy had a guard, the guard could also carry weapons in the monastery, which in itself already hinted at a lot of problems.

On the right side of Thor's direction, there were more than a dozen people standing, a force that often troubles Thor.

Leading the way was Lorton Weir, the son of a blacksmith.

Perhaps inheriting the ruggedness and toughness of his father's generation, Lorton's body looks far taller and stronger than his peers, with strong muscles that have been formed and have hard lines.

These three forces have existed since before the plague, and if they must be divided, they can be roughly divided into three aspects: financial resources, background, and force.

They did not refuse the orphans to join, so most of the orphans in the monastery had already gone their separate ways, leaving only a few solitary freaks like Saul and Shogues.

As for whether the addition of new faces among the orphans will change the old power structure, Thor does not know and does not care.

Silently glancing up, Thor kept his head down, the well he was going to was located in the northeast corner of the clearing.

A slender figure slightly shorter than Sol suddenly jumped out of Lorton's camp and blocked Thor in his path, the miller's son, Valle Rupert, Lorton's loyal henchman.

"Hey, come and see, our waste is still alive!"

Valle pointed at Thor and shouted in surprise, as if he had found a long-lost relative, and his startled high-pitched voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Thor didn't respond, didn't even raise his head, and silently passed past Vale.

Valle obviously didn't plan to let him go, and he finally survived the disaster to come out and have some fun, and with the addition of many new faces, Valle, who was keen on performance, never missed this opportunity to prove his existence.

Back in front of Saul, Valle thrust Saul's shoulder.

"Tsk! You've survived! I didn't think your dirty mouse's prayers would be heard. ”

Thor was pushed back by the other party.

In Thor's gray childhood, scenes like this were repeated all the time.

Every time, it was a few boys in Lorton's camp who started the incident first, and whether they fought back or were silent, Thor would end up being beaten to the ground, his face trampled into the dirt by the soles of his shoes.

In the face of flesh and skin, Thor never compromised, but his persistence made the whole thing gradually become a habit for everyone, a part of entertainment.

With Saul's background as an orphan, it is difficult to reverse this situation.

It's useless to be ruthless, after all, the contradictions between children can't rise to the level of life and death after all. And even if there is no shortage of determination and means to kill, it is impossible for Thor to do it, because it is not worth it.

Once your hands are stained with blood, no matter who you kill, not to mention the connections and revenge of the family behind him in this town, the town's Guardian Corps alone can make your life worse than death.

As soon as you flee the town and embark on a fleeing journey, your misdeeds will be reported to the Inquisition by the Protectors.

You will then be wanted and hunted by the Inquisition, and there will be no place for you in all the southern realms of the continent, unless you are prepared to spend the rest of your life in the dark wilderness and never set foot in human territory.

And the longer you run, the more your charges will escalate and become more and more varied, and perhaps even you will wonder if you have done so many things without realizing it.

Once you are finally arrested one day, those who watch the excitement, those who have a dislike for you, and those who want to take advantage of the opportunity to gain benefits will immediately be impatient to surround you, lie on you, drink your blood, and eat your flesh.

This is the sorrow of the weak.

Eventually, you'll realize that this dark world has enough rules and regulations for the tiny bugs.

Of course, if you originally had a little bit of status and money in the town, that's a different set of rules of the game.

Seeing that Thor was still as silent as before, Valer had a confident sneer on his face, raised one foot and kicked at Thor fiercely.

Judging from the height and position of Valle's lift, Saul estimated that the kick was likely to be in his lower abdomen, but it looked a little slow.

There is no difference between children, it must be painful, Saul thought.

He wondered why Valle had always been able to maintain a certain fanatical passion in this repetitive and clichéd game of retardation.

This half winter of confrontation training has allowed Thor to grow somewhat, and while his martial arts may not even be half a bucket of water at the moment, it won't be much of a problem to deal with an emaciated monkey like Valer.

Sideways and easily dodging, Thor grabbed the back of Valle's neck with one hand, and then took advantage of the momentum to press the unsteady Valle face down to the ground, while twisting one of the opponent's hands behind him.

Poor Valle had one hand clasped behind his back, and the other hand was scratching in the air, and he could only make some futile struggles while kissing the earth.

The projections on the ground were chaotic, and without looking back, Thor knew that the people from the Loton camp were surrounding him.

Sighing inwardly, Thor stood up and patted the dust off his hands, then pointed to the buriest figure at the back of the crowd and said:

"Lorton, I'm going to duel you. ”

Thor's voice wasn't loud or small, but it was loud enough for everyone in the clearing to hear.

"Huh?!" Valle struggled to get up from the ground in annoyance, and Thor was stunned by his words, and he forgot to fight back and curse.

Not only him, but everyone in the clearing suddenly had a wonderful expression.

Duels, inherited from the Old Kingdom, were an ancient way to resolve conflicts between nobles.

Nobles would usually throw their gloves or noble swords at their waists on the ground between themselves and those who didn't like them, as a way to invite duels to each other.

Of course, this kind of duel is not mandatory, and the invited party has the right to refuse, but in the future, your courage and gender may be questioned by everyone around you.

No matter how the world changes, the strife between people never ends, so the ancient method of dueling, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is still alive today.

Usually, the children in the town do not fight each other directly, and fights are commonplace, for them, duels are more like an adult way.

They may not have a specific concept of the so-called duel in their hearts, but at least they know that the biggest difference between a duel and an ordinary brawl is that the two sides who do it can live and die.

The emaciated Thor was looking for death against the burly Lowton, and everyone in the clearing was thinking so at the moment.

Listening to Thor's war letter, the muscles in Lorton's thick arms around his chest bulged.

A little farther away, the figures were chaotic, and Thor couldn't see the specific expression on Lorton's face by the faint light, but the corners of the other party's mouth seemed to move, as if he was about to find some words to express his emotions.

Saul suddenly remembered Huggess's ridiculous theory of being a man for no reason, and he didn't give Lowton a chance to speak, and raised his foot and stomped the ground under his feet to continue to provoke Lorton.

"Three days later, in the afternoon, take your weapons and be in this clearing. Lorton, you're not small, let's have a conversation like a man and a man, life and death. ”

With that, Thor no longer cares about the reactions around him, and turns back into a ghost floating silently through the crowd.