The night is silent.

The rumbling of cannons rang out over the earth, accompanied by the screech of countless cannonballs piercing the sky, and the night wind became agitated, and Hans grabbed a handful of dust and threw it into the sky, letting it drift away with the wind, drying his eyes. He took out the kettle, took a sip of the dusty water, and looked at the fire in the distance, neither fear nor blood, and his heart was blank.

Lightning-like, an abrupt thought overwhelmed him: I, why am I here? Memories were churning and spinning, more disturbing than the strongest liquor, more murderous than the sharpest dagger, his heart suddenly cramped, he didn't care whether he could live or not, and he didn't care where the future would be, and suddenly a picture seemed to emerge in front of his eyes, and when he was young, he had been freshly dressed and angry, and he had reveled in the boundless wilderness.

The corners of his mouth twitched, he stopped for a long time, his dull face was filled with smiling tears, and a steady stream of thoughts were in his mind.

......

Hans was born in the foothills of the Alps, in a small town called Hill. There are beautiful scenery and abundant products, you can drink the sweet snow water on the top of the Alps in summer, you can taste the purest truffles in the pine forest in autumn, winter and spring are good seasons for hunting, the fat rabbits all over the mountain can not be caught, if you are lucky, you may be able to meet a sika deer, the taste of venison is more delicious than beef, turn it over on the fire for half an hour, and the aroma of the moment you cut it with a knife is watery.

Hunter is the most common profession in the town, and Hans's father is the best hunter in several nearby towns, despite his small stature, he is proficient in equestrian and spearmanship, especially good at setting traps, and once used a trap to catch a large wild boar weighing several hundred pounds. In the town of Hill, his fame is louder than that of the Earl in the city, but to no avail, their family does not receive the treatment that matches their fame, and lives the days of sunrise and sunset like ordinary hunters. The most indispensable thing in the local area is the hunters, and the most indispensable ones are often the lowest.

One morning in the autumn of 1431, Hans was lying on the grass in front of his house, his hands resting under his head, bathed in the warm sunshine, the wooden fence was just enough to support his muscular legs, he squinted slightly, his proud eyes were full of wildness and rebellion, and his dark skin added a bit of maturity to his youthful face.

He is fifteen years old this year, which is the age of vigorous growth and thinking, and every part of his body is full of youthful vitality, like a rabbit with agile hands that can jump two feet high at any time.

My father went into the mountains early in the morning to catch rabbits, and the price of rabbits has skyrocketed recently, it is said that it is because of the group of noble ladies in the city who are delicate and expensive, and I don't know when they began to be obsessed with rabbit meat, and a fat rabbit can be exchanged for half a bundle of bread or two bottles of milk in the city, which is a super bargain. Normally, Hans would go with his father, but today he had what he thought was more important to do, so he cried bitterly and pretended to have a stomachache when his father urged him to get up in the morning.

"Dilla, are you ready for what I want?" said Hans, tilting his head.

Dilla is Hans's neighbor and best friend, and the two are about the same age. It was a guy with curly blond hair, thin and alert, with blue eyes that glowed like a thief, and looked cunning and innocent. Hans would take Dilla with him for anything funny, catch rabbits together, swim in the river together, skip class together, and get expelled from school together.

"Let me see...... Ropes, hooks, bags, is that?"

"All right, we'll leave later. ”

"Why do you have to be cheeky to attend the banquet at the Earl of Eston's house? Hans, you don't know how arrogant he is with us people, and perhaps we will be bitten by dogs before we even get to the door. Dhila said anxiously and timidly.

The Earl of Eston belonged to an old-school aristocratic family, the highest rank in the area, in charge of all the land and troops of Hill Town, inseparable from his power and prestige was his strange temper, not only arrogant and indifferent to the inferior, even to the higher rank of the duke, the first impression of him is a strange old man, and the second impression is a strange old man with money.

But the obnoxious Earl of Eston did a great deed, and every month he would hold a banquet in his estate, inviting all the barons, viscounts, and wealthy merchants from the four surrounding towns to drink and cut steaks, and talk about recent events, such as taxes, wars, and sailing. Of course, it's not much to see just a group of men sitting together drinking and bragging, but the guests often bring their beautiful wives and daughters, who have a noble and elegant temperament, and walk around with graceful figures, which is pleasing to the eye and makes the banquet lively.

It was a feast for the upper class, and it was difficult for some knights who had made a name for themselves to receive an invitation, let alone a hunter family like Hans.

"Don't you want to go and see it? There's the best sherry there. Hans said.

"But we will be driven out without mercy. ”

"There are also the most tender steaks, fresh prawns fresh from the river, and even smoked sausages that have been shipped overnight from Frankfurt. ”

"So what, I don't want to be scolded and lose face for this little profit. ”

"I forgot to tell you, the most beautiful girls in several towns will be here today, like Annie, Barbara, Lilda, especially Viola's little goblin, oh that figure is really ......."

"Let's go!" said Deira, wiping her nose.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"No fear can stop me from being resolute. ”

The Earl of Eston's estate is located on the outskirts of Hilltown, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has earned the nickname 'Purple Manor' due to its large area of lavender.

Frankfurt can be reached by boat from the river next to the estate, which is the most important commercial route between Hilltown and the outside world, where merchants bring local beef, cream and lavender sachets to the outside for large quantities of cotton fabrics and wine to sell to locals at high prices, making huge profits. Constrained, merchants were not allowed to own cargo ships without permission, and the use of cargo ships for trade had to be leased to the Earl with the permission of the Earl, and the rent was twenty percent of the profits from the trade, so that three of the four richest merchants in Hill were sons of the Earl of Eston, and the other was his son-in-law.

Hans and Dilla skirted the mountain road through the jungle, hiding behind a tree and looking at the purple manor at their feet, only to see many carriages parked in front of the door, the guards were checking the invitations of the guests one by one, and dozens of guards lined up on both sides of the road, with cold and serious expressions, it was impossible to sneak in through the main entrance.

"Wow, Hans, look, Viola's carriage is coming, she's getting off, she's coming in, look at her big ass!

"Don't be noisy, let me think about which way to get in. ”

I haven't seen you for a long time~ Many readers asked where Hans went, and he took advantage of his free time to write and write, and he would continue to update after he finished writing, so everyone made do with ^_^ all the free chapters