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www.mpzw.com) The rebels had completely taken control of Xueman, and Count Pavlov had fulfilled his last wish - to die in battle like a brave Nord.

After the last of the resistance in the snow was extinguished, the Storm Cloak, which had lost more than half of its casualties, was in desperate need of a vicious outlet, and of course, the reckoning began.

The first to suffer were the Imperial merchants trapped in the city, and then the families of those brave enough to resist the defenders of the Storm Cloak.

They were hanged from the renovated gates before they could even pass the trial. However, space at the gates was always limited, and later, the soldiers of the Stormcloak simply dragged the 'criminals' to the walls and beheaded them, and then pushed their bodies under the walls at will.

However, these people were still not satisfied, and so, under the command of the marshal to try not to disturb the common people, they naturally turned their attention to the heretics who believed in the Light.

Lyuist opened the door a small slit and looked out, timidly opening the door and walking over when he saw a patrol of stormcloaks passing by.

He wants to report his neighbors, an elderly couple who lost their only son in the defense of the city and were neglected in the reckoning.

Lyuister has no grudges with his neighbors, and can even be called harmonious. But in the midst of the bloody storm set off by the rebels, he was so scared that he couldn't sleep every night.

To avoid bad luck...... Perhaps in order to get some reward, he decided to expose his neighbors.

Lyuist overcame his fear and walked towards the soldiers, he tried to straighten his hunched back, trying to look like a brave Nord, but the crunched neck and the sneer on his face betrayed him.

In the contemptuous eyes of several soldiers, he said: "I'm going to report my neighbor." ”

He pointed to the room next to his house, and said, "Their whole family is a holy light...... No, followers of despicable cults. Their son also dared to help Paplov, the lackey of the Empire, against the heroic and righteous Nord liberators. ”

He didn't even know the Count's name before he heard the propaganda of the Storm Cloak, and he had never heard of the word Liberator, but in order to curry favor with the soldiers in front of him, he was now learning and selling.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am a traditional and upright Nord, my name is ......"

A soldier reached out and rudely pushed him away, interrupting his chatter.

They rushed into the house of the person who had been reported, and after a commotion and fighting, the leading soldier came out with an axe still dripping with blood, and one of the soldiers behind him was carrying a shabby cloth bag that was not full.

It seems that the neighbors of Lyuister are not wealthy.

The unsatisfied Stormcloaked Soldier grinned as he walked towards the blue-faced Lyuist, with his head shrunk back...... They also ransacked the whistleblower's home.

In gratitude to Lyuister for his kind report, several soldiers spared his life - but took away his beautiful son, who was not at all like what he had begotten.

Not only do the Stormcloaks hate foreign religions, they have always hated their fellow citizens who live well.

When the patrol had gone away, the whistleblower, who was crying in frustration, heard a strange noise, and when he looked up, he saw that his neighbors had opened their doors and walked out.

It's just that, unlike the kind smile that he always wore in the past, his neighbors who slowly gathered around him glared at him viciously, and they still held the wooden sticks that had not been scavenged.

Similar sins are played out countless times a day in the snowy city.

For the sake of the liberation of the nation, Storm Cloak, who frantically kills his compatriots, does not feel that he is at fault.

In order to win the right to live, the guys who report their neighbors, friends, and even relatives also don't feel that they have done anything wrong.

And just for the sake of revenge, privately dealing with the angry crowd of those whistleblowers, they don't feel that there is anything wrong with them.

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After hesitating for quite some time, the Trainee Priest Dorothy decided to follow Loria's instructions: she hid in the home of a well-known believer, and spent her days in the basement praying to the Light.

She was devastated when her master returned from the street and brought her the news that the church had collapsed, and when she learned that the church had suddenly burst into flames and collapsed in a dull explosion after being invaded by barbarians, she was encouraged to see it as the punishment of the Holy Light for its sins.

She firmly believed in Loria's words, and believed that the Holy Light would one day dispel the darkness once again and shine on the land.

Despite knowing almost nothing about military affairs, she doesn't worry too much about her homeland when she understands how big the empire really is.

On the contrary, hearing about the evil deeds of the Storm Cloak every day makes her angry day by day, but instead she begins to imagine what will be better off if her country falls here.

She was annoyed, apparently as far as she knew, Imperial soldiers weren't much more noble than the Storm Cloak.

A faint noise entered the basement, tensing up Dorothy, who was sulking alone, and she covered her mouth to keep her breathing as low as possible.

As her voice grew clearer, she confirmed the situation—it was the third search by the barbarians in days.

Perhaps because the head of the household, who had long been in a state of disarray, could no longer feed the soldiers, the search was unusually long.

A moment later, there was a few taps on the wooden door to the ground, and when Dorothy was so nervous that she was about to scream, the door was kicked open.

Young woman, young imperial woman, young imperial woman in priest's robe.

The conditions for the occurrence of the evil were enough for three at once, and the stormcloaked soldier who felt that he had found the big fish shouted excitedly.

When it came time to face death or worse, Dorothy was neither nervous nor afraid, she just begged over and over again to let the Nords who were hiding her go.

Her plea only made the other laugh even louder.

The soldiers held Dorothy to bite them, and without knowing her identity, they rudely dragged the Imperial princess away.

For the first time in her life, Dorothy had the idea of wishing someone else would die.

Perhaps fearing that another of his kind would snatch her prey, the soldiers who grabbed her turned their backs in the direction of the camp and led her to more and more remote places.

When dragged to a dark area out of reach, Dorothy, who was holding her head down and struggling, threw herself into the air and fell to the ground.

She turned to check, only to scream in terror - as if a wish had come true, and her escort fell to the ground, motionless.

"Please tell Miss Loria and don't forget our agreement. ”

Hearing the voice, she realized that several people with strange red lights reflected in the darkness were looking at her.

"Let's go to the workshop in the west of the city, it's safe there...... We still have to fulfill our promises. ”

After saying that, several people who saved her disappeared in front of her.