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Robber aristocrats

A knight's obligation

"Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, spirituality, honesty, justice," the old mole struck heavily with his cane on the stone tablets hanging from the tree, and his old and deep voice echoed passionately in the moonlit night, "These are the eight virtues necessary for knights. As samurai, they were loyal; As nobles, they are humble, and they are the most heroic protectors of the princess......".

God, let the night pass quickly! Nasty full moon night! I snoozed and prayed. If it weren't for the important map that the old mole brought today, I would have pretended to have a stomachache.

Sid Meyer's solemn look looked at the two yawning young men opposite him, waving his hand and sending out two lightning bolts, "They defend the princess with their blood and lives, but they do not have any impure feelings for her......"

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the head! I instinctively jumped up, and I didn't feel sleepy.

"Old man, why are you using lightning to slash me?" Hearing Hamlet's angry howl, I knew what was going on, and glared at the old mole.

As if nothing had happened, Sid Meyer continued his eloquent speech: "The knight is loyal to the princess and is willing to give everything for her, even his life. But you can't have impure feelings for her. Their feelings are pure and romantic, they are the embodiment of justice and strength, a symbol of glory and romance......."

"Ha, hahaha" Hamlet and I couldn't help but laugh wildly, such a hypocritical thing can still be said to be the same as the real thing, the old man's performance talent is enough to go to the stage to sing a song.

"If you don't feel for a woman, is it still a man?" I yawned again, "Master, how many times have I said that we are not nobles and have no interest in being knights."

"And purity? When is the symbol of romance? Hamlet, who was out of breath laughing, patted his thigh and said, "Unless the head is kicked by the donkey."

Or let Haaosen kick," I added 'seriously'. Then Hamlet and I looked at each other, jumped up in perfect understanding, and ran in opposite directions.

Jenny has said countless times that there will be no heiress of the Jarma Bowl in the future, and Sid Meyer has been daydreaming of assisting the princess in her recovery. Every time he came out of the ground on a full moon night, he chased us like a fly and talked about bullshit chivalry. If he doesn't listen to him, he will rely on his strong mana to bully the weak.

It's not that we're afraid of him, it's that we see his age and don't want to do anything with him. We can't fight, we can't run. Anyway, he can only come once a month, and the next time he wants to fight with us, it's also a matter of the next full moon night.

People have weird ideas when they're old, and Sid Meyer is no exception.

The old mole approached me with the wind, and I could tell the distance between him and me by the rapid chanting of spells behind me. I was waiting for this moment, and with a wave of the big sword in both hands, I used my fighting spirit to roll up the dead branches and leaves in the forest.

The whirlwind of leaves rolled into the air with a fighting spirit, enveloping Sid Meyer, the old mole. The fires scattered and the woods were filled with smoke. In a moment, the old mole rose from the ground, his robes burned by his own magic and several holes, and the whitebeard was curled and smoked, sticking to his chin.

I didn't do it, I swear. It's his own fire-based magic, and my sword is just interfering with the magic. I hid behind a tree and kept making excuses for my actions. In fact, the old mole is quite pitiful, and he can't give up the Kamo wisp bowl that no longer exists. And the identity of the Night Elf restricts him, preventing him from getting involved in disputes on the ground.

"Old mole, I'm here!" Hamlet shouts from afar. He was afraid that Sid Meyer would be really angry, after all, a great magister is really moving, and it is not something that we small characters can deal with.

Every time, Hamlet and I used this hand against him. Split up, and when he caught up, he subdued us all. It's almost dawn. His knighthood also had to end.

But this time the old mole didn't fall for us, he just summoned Haoson out, saying that we didn't want to protect Jenny, and we didn't care if she lived or died.

The simple-minded old man immediately fell for Sid Meyer, and since he learned that Jenny's life and death were closely related to his lifespan, what he feared most was that Jenny would have an accident. Sid Mayer used this trick against him, and tried it again and again.

Dealing with an old mole, Hamlet and I are already struggling. Plus a madman. The results can be imagined. Enraged, the sataurs helped the old mole catch us and kick and beat us violently. Not to mention that the two of us are not angry, and kill Isabel, we will also kill Jenny and kill them.

They were all Jenny's contract beasts, and when Jenny died, they died.

I don't like Sid Meyer, and I don't like old horses, but I don't want them to die. So, in the moonlight, with a blue nose and swollen face, Hamlet and I sat down again on the stone stool, and listened absentmindedly to the old mole's teachings. "The knight is the guardian of the princess, the inheritor of the spirit, the perfect combination of strength and justice......", oh my God, the person who compiled this knight's code must be a madman, or, he was born to be cheap.

In fact, the old mole is not verbose, and I will always protect Jenny. I can't tell the reason for it for a while, maybe I really think of her as Isabelle's sister, or maybe it's out of habit, but it's certainly not what they say about 'loyalty', and it has nothing to do with 'heroism'.

I could treat Jenny as a sister, but I wouldn't be loyal to her. Her Kama bowl has not given me any benefit, and I have no responsibility or obligation to the empire that has perished.

"Master Sid Meyer is old, and I can't persuade you to be stubborn, so you don't pay attention to what he says," Jenny said to us helplessly. A steady stream of holy light poured out of her slender palm, enveloping me and Hamlet. The bruises on our faces slowly subsided, and the pain on our bodies disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"I know," Hamlet and I could, enjoying the light from Jenny, and devised our dreams, "and when we have avenged Isabel, we will find an island to live in." The old mole can't find us, and even if he does, he can't get out of the sea! ”

"I'm going with you to avenge my sister!" Jenny tugged at the corner of my clothes and whispered, "My holy light can deal with those demons."

Tears ran down her long eyelashes and fell on my arm. This little princess is trouble, and at the mention of Isabelle, her tears come faster than the spring.

"No", Hamlet frowned, rejecting Ishabel. His reason is very simple: "My wife is gone, if something happens to your wife, who will call me uncle in the future?" ”

Just as the red-faced Jenny and I didn't know what to say, Hamlet tapped me on the shoulder, "I chose her back to be your wife, not a thief." ”

Then Hamlet slipped away, and I ran after him in a rage. By the time Jenny reacted, we were already on our way to Delphi. She wanted to chase, but it was too late.

2. Privileges

I, Hamlet, and the mercenaries Michael and Miller, the four of us, disguised as old farmers selling watermelons, came to Delphi with two carts of melons. The guards at the city gate collected two silver coins of the entrance tax and let us into the city. We found an inn on the edge of the city to drop off the goods, and we followed the map to the vicinity of the city lord's mansion.

Lawrence's home was in the aristocratic quarter west of the city, where the streets were much wider than where I used to live, and there were no pits and horse manure. Each aristocratic house was surrounded by a high fence, a large lawn with fountains and flower beds, a variety of sculptures in front of the large house, and sometimes a golden four-wheeled carriage parked.

According to the map given by the old man, the house with gargoyles carved on the railing and a huge black orc statue on the lawn is Lawrence's home. It's his perverted nephew, who wants to get Isabelle's first night.

It's that damn first night right that ruined my rice shop and butcher's shop, ruined all my dreams.

It's late at night. The lights in the house of Lord Lawrence gradually dimmed. "Let's do it." I whispered back to Michael who was lying on the roof.

Michael nodded, letting go of the dark black rope on his back. He and Miller joined us after the Battle of Centaur Valley. As a sentry among the mercenaries, the use of ropes and steel grips is a must-have skill.

Miller carefully fastened the rope to the chimney wall with steel claws, and we slid down the inner wall of the chimney into Lawrence's home. Usually the largest fireplaces are set in the living room, and the Lawrence House is no exception. The candlesticks in the living room were almost burning, and we crept into the patio in the dim candlelight and walked down the steps to the top floor.

The Lawrence family was wealthy, and there were life-size statues of gods at every bend of the staircase, just in time for us to hide. According to the map given by the old man, the second room on the left side of the top floor is his bedroom. The guy was said to have two more hits, so we brought two sluggish magic scrolls made by the old mole, and as soon as Hamlet pushed the door open, I threw one into it. The light of the light orchid filled the room, and then I heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

There was only one female elf in the room, who had collapsed on the floor, who seemed to have no martial arts, and was frightened by us. I put my sword around her neck and whispered, "What about Lawrence?" ”

"The hosts... The host went today... The reception at Lord Lennon's house will not come back." I could hear her teeth chattering.

"You want to lie to me" I strengthened my hand slightly, and Jian Feng tightened, cutting a bloody wound on her pink neck.

The elf trembled like chaff, "The master is really, really not at home." If you don't believe me, you go and ask his nephew, Master Merck, who lives on the second floor. The room on the right side of the staircase with a golden angel".

I think it's Isabelle's soul that guides us so that we can meet the scum of little Lawrence. With a punch knocking the elf unconscious, we slipped quietly downstairs.

As we approached the second floor, we heard hurried footsteps. Hiding behind the statue, I saw two sturdy guards carrying a girl with a big tie to the second floor. There was nothing on the girl except the rope.

When we stormed Merck Lawrence's room, he was half-reclining sipping fruit wine, admiring with interest the girl lying on the carpet. The girl struggled in vain, trying to break free from the rope, like a fish in a net that was unwilling to be caught. The more she struggled, the happier Lawrence became. This bastard, downright bad.

The bad guy doesn't usually be a hard bone, so he was given three punches and two kicks, and Merck was full of snot and tears, hugging our thighs and calling grandpa. Lawrence was indeed not at home, and Merck took the initiative to explain Lawrence's treasure room in order to save her life, and personally opened the door to the secret room for us. In the end, the four of us retreated from the same way with a large bag on our backs. The two pockets are two pockets of jewels and gold coins, and the other two are Merck and the girl who was caught. As soon as the city gate opened in the morning, we pushed the watermelon cart out of the city. The girl was also taken to hand over the right to the first night, and we gave her some gold coins to let her go.

The cave we stayed in was exactly the same as it was then, and I even had the illusion that Isabel would come out in her bride's wedding dress as she had done back then. Merck, the bastard, stared blankly at Isabelle's tombstone, and he couldn't remember who Isabel was.

Knowing that we were going to kill him because of this man, Merck Lawrence was scared and peed her pants. The garbage hugged Isabelle's tombstone, refused to let go, crying and begging: "Grandpa, I don't want her to die!" I don't have to ask her for the first night, you can spare me."

Hamlet kicks Merck away, unwilling to let the garbage disturb Isabelle's peace.

Merck crawled over and started kissing my boots. I wanted to throw up and kicked him out.

"Grandpa, I'm a nobleman, this is a right that has been passed down for many generations, every nobleman is like this!" Merck stubbornly got up and continued to kiss Hamlet's feet, "I don't know if my grandfather can't marry her!" ”

"Woo... Woo... Grandpa, you let me go, and I'll give you as many gold coins as you want. I swear in the name of the god of animal husbandry that I don't know if that's wrong." He wiped a handful of blood and snot from the mixture, and continued, "It was my slave who killed her!" It's all they tell me which girl is good-looking and whose first night I want! ”

"Grandpa, I'll kill all those harmful minions when I go back, you spare my life, woo..."

"Scum, do you know how many marriages you ruined" Hamlet gritted his teeth and grabbed a long sword and slammed it into Merck's thigh.

Merck cried even harder, "I don't have anything else to do, I just like women." I usually keep those girls for one night, and then let them get married, and never kill them. If they serve me well, I will reward them with two silver coins. ”

We looked at the pustules on the ground with disdain. In the eyes of these aristocrats, we untouchables have no feelings, no dignity, no difference from livestock.

These cartilage bones have lived like parasites for generations, not working or using their brains, but only eating, drinking, and mating on instinct like animals. Killing this kind of thing will dirty my sword. But don't kill him, it's too cheap for him. All our dreams were ruined because of this guy, the rice shop was gone, the butcher shop was gone, Isabelle was dead, and we had to live a life of wandering thieves.

I look at Hamlet, and he also seems hesitant to do with Merck. That garbage has some truth in saying that the right of the first night is given to him by law, and even if he doesn't exercise it, the other nobles will exercise it.

Because this is the power of the nobles, no one will voluntarily give it up.

"I have an idea, you wait for me," Haoson blinked wide-eyed, with a look of ill-will. It was the smartest idea in the old pervert's life, and many years later, Jenny would laugh and cry at the mention of that idea.

The old horse came out of the cave and soon returned with a moss-covered slate. "It's not funny to kill this guy. Doesn't he just like women? Then let Jenny take care of it." He then gave the tablet to Jenny very seriously, explaining that it was the druid magic he had collected before, the ultimate transfiguration, which the druids used to transform themselves into animals.

This magic is very mana-intensive, and it can only be used by a magician above level 6.

Jenny glanced at the slate, and her face immediately turned red as if it were dripping blood.

Lawrence's nephew, Merck, is gone forever. We didn't kill him. The old man Ma is right, killing this pustule will dirty our sword. We didn't torture him either, and we let him enjoy his only hobby every day.

In a small village in the middle of nowhere, there is one more breeding pig. The owner takes it every day to breed and make money. If one day it refuses to work or does not work well, not only will it not be fed with pig food, but it will also be beaten by its owner.

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