The three children were unremarkable, and it was the house cats who first noticed them in each village, and Maeve may have been once elegant, but now she was dirty, as thin as a scarecrow in a field.

The weather wasn't bad, but the nights were still damp and bitterly cool, and they usually slipped to sleep under the little dark alcoves near the cemetery, and few living people would haunt such shady places at unholy times.

Food was always scarce, and when he could hunt, Angus would try to hunt, he lacked tools, and could only bring back birds and rabbits with more bones than meat, but Gelik gradually learned to fish, so he became the commander of the three, and every time he caught a lively fish with a rudimentary rod, Angus would pull out his Saxon knife, disembowel it, and then slap it aside, but unfortunately they could not get salt, and therefore could not accumulate the precious wealth of salted fish.

"There are a lot of birds over there." On this day, Gillick suddenly dropped his fishing rod and pointed to Angus a black spot in the distant sky, which was a flock of birds fluttering lightly in the mist, which seemed to circle an invisible pillar, and sometimes a bird would suddenly fall out of the group, and soon flap its wings back into the air.

"Let's take a look." Angus also found this thing strange.

Birds chasing the sky are not easy, and even if they can't stop, they are far farther from the ground than they seem, and Angus always vigilantly holds the Saxon dagger to watch out for the shadows around him.

When the trio entered the valley, the canopy of the trees was no longer visible, and the birds were no longer clearly visible, and just when they thought they were lost, Angus found a corpse.

The flock of birds was not surrounded by a dead elk, but by a dead man.

Angus glanced around, the valley was a relic of an ancient riverbed, and although it was not full of thorns, it was not a place where ordinary people would set foot.

The gore wasn't very heavy, but it could attract something more dangerous than a bird at any moment, and Angus told the other two to be quiet, and he began to examine the corpse.

The flock had been frightened away, and in silence Angus ripped off his white sheepskin coat and pulled out a clump of sedge, a packet of white powder, and a pile of pine resin.

"What a mess." Angus had hoped to find something of value, but now he suspected that this well-dressed fellow was less useful than a dead deer.

Fortunately, the corpse wore a ring on its finger, which glowed with gold. Angus plucked it off and held it above his head to observe, the gold ring engraved with a pair of helmets, two crossed swords and two runes underneath, and he barely made out the graffiti letters that were common in the north, GW.

Eventually, Angus recovered several worthless beads and coins from the corpse, a vague letter written on canvas, only a line on the back that was not wet with dew.

Lest he provoke any wild beasts or mountain spirits, Angus wrapped all his relics in his sheepskin coat and left the place along the babbling stream at the bottom of the valley. It was not until he was close to the avenue that he opened his sheepskin robe and pointed the words on the back of the canvas to Giglik.

"It's not Latin, let her see it." Gilic immediately handed the canvas to Maeve.

It took her a long time to spell out the line, not so much that it was hard to understand, just the name of a place: Sagittarius Hill Boulevard, GW, and a puzzling word: bull.

"Let's inquire about this place, maybe these things can be exchanged for some bounty." Angus decided, the ring was not a rarity, but it seemed to have some special meaning to its owner.

By this time they were approaching Watling Boulevard, and all pedestrians were heading in the same direction—London.

Maeve soon learns the name of the place from a short, impatient businessman. The disdainful-looking dwarf had no idea that Angus had been following him all the way, and had even stolen his own stamp to study it.

"Greenwich isn't for a little devil like you." The dwarf sneered, "It's protected by the Chamber of Commerce, and only decent people can enter and exit freely." ”

In order to repay his "kindness", Angus stole the merchant's parchment scroll before leaving, which had the same mark as the previous ring inscription, which was probably the "Chamber of Commerce" mark in the other party's mouth.

"Good luck." Angus told Gillick simply.

The setting sun reflected yellow light from the slope of the stone wall, and there was a flock of swallows in the sky that never got tired of flying, and there was a square pillar nearby, and an old woman knelt underneath, as if making a wish.

Angus entered an ordinary workshop next to the stone wall, with an anvil-shaped sign hanging at the door, on which were not vividly depicted the head of a bull.

"I want to see the craftsmen here." Angus, dressed in chain mail, swaggered down and said in broken English.

The apprentices were packing up their tools, no one was paying attention to him, and no one was driving him away.

"Do any of you know this?" The golden glow finally caught the eyes of the surroundings.

Angus's back bulged with a lot of stuff that seemed to be hidden, and a couple of young apprentices finally realized that the skinny guy might be a customer.

After waiting for a long time, a strong man with a sturdy head like granite walked out, and his eyes revealed a shrewdness rarely seen among people of this size: "Young adult, what are you looking for me?" ”

Realizing that the other party was the owner of the shop, Angus took out the ring and shook it in front of his eyes.

Dahan's face changed slightly, but he quickly recovered: "This is my nephew's thing, how is he?" ”

"It's as cold as ice." Angus replied, "We found these things and a letter from him, and we brought them here for him." ”

The other party noticed that Angus was talking about "we", his eyes flickered slightly, and then showed the most sincere sadness: "Today is really an unfortunate day, how can I tell my poor sister." ”

Angus noticed an apprentice silently closing the door.

"Young lord, please let me repay you for your kindness." The big man's smile was gone, and his teeth glowed white like a jackal.

Almost instinctively, Angus rolled out of his seat to the side, dodging the killer blow.

"Honestly, who sent you here?"

Angus kept silent, huddled like a girl.

Seeing that Angus seemed to be frightened, the big man commanded the others: "Catch him alive, and ask anyone else who knows about him here." ”

When the swallows outside finally arrived at their nests, several screams were heard, and Gillick hid nearby, and saw the woman who had been kneeling walking towards the cabin where Angus was.

The old woman, whose hair was a little unkempt and looked unlucky to be blown by the English sea breeze all year round, opened the closed wooden door, and seemed to pause, and then Gillick and Maeve heard the woman's bird-like screech, and then a muffled sound.

Gillick immediately rushed into the house, and the sight was so terrifying that he stopped Maeve behind him and prevented her from entering.

"My lord, what's going on?" Gillick locked Maeve out of the door, only to see Angus with a crossbow in his hand, and corpses all over the ground.

"It's nothing, these people are just killing themselves." Angus's expression was unusually calm, and if it weren't for the fact that the other party's appearance was clearly revealed in front of the fire, Gillick would even think that he was talking to Lord Wuistin.

"Prepare yourself, you have to get out of here tonight." Angus raised a torch and walked into the house.

A small armory soon appeared in front of the two of them, containing more than 40 light helmets with face protection, 3 ordinary iron hats, 20 breastplates, 12 sets of chain mail, and various other equipment.

"Let's see if there's any money." Like a well-known robber, Angus gave orders and rummaged through boxes and cabinets until he found a bag of money and various letters in a wooden niche. Without thinking about it, he threw it all into the leather bag that Gillick used to hold the chain mail, and then began to pick out the armor and weapons.

The equipment seemed to have been made for the same people, and the style was roughly the same, and Angus quickly picked out the armor that suited himself and Gilic's wear, and selected a few more weapons.

They took all the "trophies" with them, put their armor behind the carriage that had been drawn from the stable, and left the loot site, and Maeve almost cried out when she saw the two of them, and Angus covered her mouth with only one gesture.

Before the castle of Sagittarius Hill was built, the town had not been fully fortified, and the Chamber of Commerce had not expected an invasion of the outskirts of London, and when the guards saw the document with the Chamber of Commerce's emblem, they waved Angus out, and when Angus heard the bells ringing Greenwich, their carriage was slowly heading east on the road on the banks of the Thames.

"What exactly do these letters say?" He never understood why the armorer had attacked him suddenly.

"There are records of some transactions, but there are no names of buyers, but this letter mentions some of the names of Mercia's places, as if they were selling stolen goods for someone." Maeve was nervous and excited, and tonight's adventure was almost as exciting as the stories she had heard as a child, except for Gillick, who had seen the bloody scene with his own eyes.

"These things are familiar, like ......," Gilic interjected.

"It's like the one Master Kenneth wore through." Angus replied, "Before the army was sent out, because he was injured and could not wear, he handed it over to Lord Owen." ”

If it was sold to the Welsh "volunteers", it would not be surprising that the armorer wanted to kill him, but how did his cousin die in the valley of Mercia?

Angus didn't think much of it, he ate a piece of cheese that had belonged to the Armorer's dinner, and with his sword on his pillow, he fell asleep to the raven's mournful voice.