"Big... My lord, I don't understand what you're talking about......"

Abbott's gasps and shudder made him look like a trembling lamb to the slaughter at the moment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And the horse-faced man who slowly drew the weapon from his waist also stuck out his tongue bloodily and licked the sharp gap on his blade, "Don't be afraid, I don't care if you're lying to me or not, as long as you can complete the Earl's orders, no matter how you deceive me, understand?" ”

Abbott nodded in fear, but when he realized something, he immediately shook his head again, "My lord, because of the previous reasons, there are no new children left, how can you let me get the number together!" ”

However, the horse-faced man didn't want to listen to Abbott's explanation at all, only to see him kick the meat ball in front of him, and stomp on the fat village chief's face with the mud-stained soles.

"Hey, I didn't let you talk about these things, I heard too much about this thing, in the last village in order to make up the number, but it wasted a lot of my effort, Uncle Ben's belly is full of fire has not been extinguished, do you want to try it too, is the uncle's knife fast?"

The horse-faced man beckoned to his companion behind him, and then the slimy orbs were thrown by the other party next to the fat man.

And Abbott looked at it at this time, and his crotch was even more frightened, "My lord... My lord, there are really no children in the village, didn't you search them all the last time you came? Even my own daughter has been taken away by you, don't you believe it? And it's only been two years, and no matter how long the child grows, it's impossible for him to meet the requirements of the earl......"

Probably because what the fat village chief said was very reasonable, the horse-faced man slowly raised his feet.

And Abbot on the ground finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could come to his senses, a powerful force suddenly came from his waist, and then Abbott let out a scream and flew out with blood spraying everywhere.

"As I said, although I can't deceive, and I don't care about those who want to deceive me, my only requirement is the number of children." The horse-faced man slowly walked to the side of the carriage and opened a moving door.

And in that dark wooden space, it was crowded with young children of all sizes.

As soon as they saw the light appear, they scrambled to put their little hands out of the steel railing, as if grasping at the light.

It's a pity that the appearance of the horse-faced man made these children withdraw their hands in cringe, as if this guy in purple leather armor is the darkest existence under the light, and this "darkness" even makes the children give up their yearning for "light (zi) mang" (you).

"See? How many are these, 40? Or 50? How far from what the Earl asked? Even if you add a merchant group I met on the road, it's only such a small number, and I'm very embarrassed. The horse-faced man quickly pulled down the movable door panel again, and whispered to Abbott, who couldn't get up not far away, "Please, okay, okay, give me a way to live, okay?" ”

"Your Excellency...... There are really no children in our village...... ......"

"You lied to me! You're lying to me! I can smell it! It was the most wonderful taste, and it was worth at least 100 ordinary children! The horse-faced man returned to Abbott and sniffed at him.

"That's right, that's right, absolutely superb, say, where the hell is that kid?"

Abbott was shocked, and his expression couldn't hide the treacherous horse-faced man.

"No... Not really, my lord, there is no hope in our village, please let us go. ”

The horse-faced man saw that the fat village chief was completely non-violent and uncooperative, so he no longer had hope for this person, he put away the crazy horse-faced man and said to his companion, who was also wearing dark purple leather armor and black gloves, "There are a lot of wonderful flavors here, although it is not as strong as the best, but it is better than nothing." ”

And his companions, after receiving the signal from the horse-faced man, began to search the house from house to house.

After a while, under all kinds of sighs and weeping, seven or eight children about ten years old were tied to the center of the village.

"Is that quality? It's really disappointing! The horse-faced man carefully examined the captured children, and he couldn't hide his sense of loss.

Seeing this, Abbott rushed in the direction of the children like an angry bull, "You bastards, their oldest is only nine years old, bastards! ”

"Idiot ......" A faint scolding made Abbott fly back upside down at more than three times the speed of the forward, and crashed directly into a wooden house, and there was no sound again.

"Ah, the smell of that supreme delicacy is getting stronger, she must still be here." The horse-faced man took a deep breath into the sky, and after the other children in the village were all gathered together, a special smell was more real and clear.

However, the smell was always blocked by a strange force, and he couldn't continue to confirm it further.

The horse-faced man, who was a little irritable, then stopped his eyes on the villagers who wanted to rush to save his child, and it was at this time that he suddenly discovered a very useful means.

"Do you want these children back?" The horse-faced man's abrupt words gave the peasants, who had no power to resist, a glimmer of hope, even if that hope was likely to be just a false joke.

"I can give these children back to you, and it's easy, if you can tell me where the little one is hiding here, and your wish will come true." As he spoke, the horse-faced man stroked the face of a child who had been caught.

The villagers who were tempted also looked at each other hesitantly.

However, this is not such a complicated proposition, after all, your own child must be far more important than a child who has only met once.

Therefore, among the villagers, there was soon a middle-aged aunt who stretched out her hand with a face full of guilt, "I... Know...... There is indeed a little girl here, she is very beautiful, she is in ......"

"Don't say !!"

A strong roar interrupted the aunt's words, and everyone looked in the direction from which the voice came, and Abbott, covered in blood, struggled out of the collapsed wooden house.

"When our hope is gone, are we still destroying the hope of others? If the loss of a child is a curse destined by us living in the Earl's domain, then we cannot impose this curse on others in any way. The fat village chief's firm words shook the hearts of the villagers.

"Cut, I can only kill you, after all, you have violated the will of the Earl, this is not my indiscriminate killing of innocents!"

The horse-faced man expressionlessly threw the dagger tied to his forearm at Abbott's front door.

And the dagger, which reflected the cold of death, also appeared on Abbott's eyebrows in an instant with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.