"I know you hate me for taking you from Crescent City, but if you want to intimidate me in this way, you don't have to." Morton looked at Vanessa as if he were a child, "The meritocracy of a king should be judged by future generations, not by the number of heads obtained. ”

"It seems that you are taking me for a bluffing phantom shrimp," Vanessa smiled wryly, "The bloody iron fist may work, but that seems too far away from me; I don't have a penchant for killing, but God has destined me to be accompanied by blood all my life, and countless people have been buried in Crescent City, whether it is the Sand Knights, the Midsummer Man, or the Sea Monsters, they all came for me and died for me; There have been countless casualties in this fierce battle, and in the coming days, I will march on blood, so, you are not wrong at all, I am just scaring you," Vanessa pointed her finger at Mouton's chest, "If you let me go forward with this stinking grease again, I will end my hateful life, so that you will never see your mother again!" ”

The Duke looked at Vanessa's appearance and couldn't help but smile, "Okay, okay, as long as someone is willing to take us in, you can even have a delicious breakfast." ”

Habber, a stonemason from Black Rock Town, had just finished his work and let out a long sigh. Now that it's dawn, he's not so scared.

He clapped his hands and picked up his tools again, intending to leave the statue and head home, only to see a few small spinning stars in the sky. He was shocked, knowing that something strange must have happened. Rather, it was some strange, unseen, formal, chord-making object that flickered past him, through the woods, over the fields, like a mist, a shadow. Of course, it's not exactly the same - if it were really a shadow, it would be impossible for one to see it and notice it.

Habe watched silently as the strange shadow zigzagged like a snake, and he bit his lip, curiosity finally getting the better of him. He lunged forward with a lunge, picking up his chisel and stabbing it at the shadow.

The shadow reacted much faster than Habeco. The tip of the chisel pierced through the air, flashing a white light, and the sound of chanting suddenly sounded in all directions, and the yin wind gusted, like a fierce hound, showing its fangs, and instantly annihilated Habe. The poor stonemason didn't even have time to complain before he became a skeleton.

The wind blew again, and the hole fell to the ground and mixed into the dust. The shadow whirled triumphantly, let out another crisp sound, and continued through Black Rock. Behind it, a squashed magic chisel fell to the ground, next to a pair of empty boots. After a few moments, a boot fell crookedly. -- This is the trace of poor Habe left in this earthly world......

When the people found Habe's clothes and handed them to the village chief, the thin, withered old man was furious again, his blue beard shaking violently with anger, and even the magic crystals on his chest could not suppress their turmoil. "That beast has come out to harm people again! This time, I couldn't take it anymore! The village chief slapped his leg, and it turned out that the reason why he looked so thin was because he had nothing from the knee down.

"Village chief, there are two people outside, a man and a woman!" Someone reported.

The village chief's eyes lit up, "It's them!" It has to be them! Invite them in! Remember, don't scare them. ”

Morton and Vanessa looked at the group of people in front of them, unable to believe their eyes—what about their legs?

"Guests from afar, please, please come to our village for a break and taste our home-brewed bar." The first kind-looking middle-aged woman reached out and made a gesture of invitation, and a dozen legless youths behind her sideways gave way to Vanessa and Muton.

Like the legless people, Vanessa looked at them curiously. The legs of these men disappeared from the knee down, and they were supported by wooden brackets for walking, and Vanessa would hardly notice the strangeness of their walking if it weren't for the creaking sound of the magically powered brackets; And their legs don't seem to be broken by birth, but have a sleek closure like the top of a sausage, as if they were gently touched by a blade-like hand, and you don't even feel their pain.

Muton continued to brow as always, thinking about the incredible things he had encountered; Vanessa was in charge of asking, "Pardon me for taking the liberty of your legs—"

The middle-aged woman turned around, and the wrinkles on her face were full of anticipation, "Please don't be afraid, we are not wicked, and our legs were not sawed off because we did bad things. ”

By this time someone had already come over and prepared hot water and towels for Vanessa, and the guests were well received, and in a few moments Vanessa was standing in front of Muton with a new look. The Duke had also changed his dirty clothes, and it was clear that the villagers were experts at cleaning grease, and they were just as simple and hospitable as the villagers in the rest of the Land of Midsummer, except for their weird legs.

Next came the breakfast for the guests, and oh my God, it was a feast. The feast was sumptuous, with the finest wines and bloody, half-cooked roast beef, stuffed duck, and buckets of fresh crab. The girls, dressed in delicate woolen cloth and gorgeous velvet, went in and out, and the fragrance was wafting. Vanessa found that the younger children's legs were intact, and it seemed that people here would not be eligible to have their legs sawed off until a certain age. At the thought of this, the princess felt a chill down her spine, and she had no intention of tasting the food they had served.

"I think one of them will come out in a moment," Vanessa whispered to the Duke, "either to ask us to solve the problem, or to borrow our lives." ”

Muton frowned, "If they do need help—"

"Think of your mother, she's the one who needs your help the most." Vanessa shoved a plum pie into her mouth.

"Young man, we won't delay you too much." The old voice rang out behind the two of them, and Vanessa swallowed the pie as she looked back at the puzzle behind her. The visitor was a thin old man with malnutrition written all over his face, but a glittering magic crystal on his chest was particularly eye-catching.

The old man did not use the magic stand, he walked on the ground with his hands instead of his legs, and came to the duke, "Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Hackner, I am the chief of the village here, we do have a request for you, only you can save the village of Falling Rock from the evil spirits." ”

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