Compared with the rest of the sub-region, the Dirs Mountains are more mountainous, have less land area, and have a smaller population, so the economy is also relatively backward. In the midst of the vast mountainous area, there are occasional flat valleys and open fields, which are the richest places in the whole region. In addition to grain, there were also many cash crops that could be grown here, so the nobles who were divided into the Dils Mountains built their dwellings in these relatively wealthy places. With towns, handicrafts developed and commercial activities led to economic development. Although the entire region was a cursed wilderness in the eyes of the aristocracy, to the ordinary mountain dwellers, these cities were symbols of prosperity and wealth.

The city of Essrath is one of the largest cities among these cities. It is located in the largest valley in the eastern part of the Tilce Mountains, which is not only large enough for cultivation, but also strategically important because it holds the main road to Port Portsmo in the western region. Such an important city naturally needed to be guarded by a nobleman of high status, who was the Viscount of White Muoros, a distant relative of the present Prime Minister. The slave owner, who was over half a hundred years old, had been given a seal to the city for more than ten years, during which time he had added nearly five meters to the city's walls, and had also left behind the notoriety of the most brutal slave owner in the entire eastern Dils Mountains. At the head of the city of Essrath are forever the heads of executed slaves, newly severed heads, heads that have begun to decay, and skeletons that have long since been pecked by crows to the point of losing a single piece of flesh. Over the course of a decade, Athras had executed more slaves than the surrounding cities combined. However, the number of slaves who fled from Essrath was the smallest of the surrounding cities, due to the fact that White Muolos spent a lot of energy on strengthening the walls and guarding the city. The city of Assrath had a regular army of two hundred men and a private army of more than a thousand. This was more than needed and had put the city's economy on the brink of peril, but White Muoros was still happy to do so, because with these armies he could continue to rule the city.

The regular army was subordinate to the Yaqui military and was under the jurisdiction of two centurions. Therefore, as long as White Muolos did his best to win over these two centurions, everything would be fine. The private army is composed of mercenaries, ruffians in the city, and some young and strong slaves. As a result, these slaves were given a more relaxed living environment and less physical labor than other slaves (after all, training was much easier than endless labor). Although slave soldiers are not paid, they have become a desirable profession for slaves in Essrath City.

By the end of the year, most of the grain had been collected in the warehouses, and the freedmen living in the more remote villages were still pouring into the city carrying their few produce, hoping to sell the surplus crops through the city markets in exchange for the necessities of life for the next year. In this regard, Baimuolus was more tolerant of the freedmen, and he expanded the area of the bazaar as much as possible, so that more people could come here to exchange goods. After all, the more people who come, the more taxes they will receive: they have to pay taxes when they enter and exit the city gates, and when they enter and exit the market. In addition, as soon as there are more materials, the price will drop, and he can take the opportunity to stock up on materials and wait for a salvage in a famine year.

At the gate of the city sat a man who looked like an officer, his name was Pikuru, one of the two centurions in the city. Today, when he was idle, he came to the city gate to inspect and see if there was any oil and water to be fished by the way. Looking at the civilians who were entering the city one after another, Pikuru squinted his eyes as he munched on the cured jerky and squinted to see if there were any beautiful village girls. Maybe his notoriety is already known far and wide, and all the villagers who come here, and occasionally a few women have a history of more than half a century. Seeing that the day is approaching noon, it looks like there will be nothing to gain today. Pikuru took a sip of interest, stood up and walked past the two soldiers who were saluting.

After passing through a few alleys, Pikuru came to the bazaar - since there were no beautiful women in the city, he had to look in the city to see if there was anyone who could satisfy the needs of the lower half of his body. There are brothels in Essras, of course, but those over-the-top pornography have long since become too sexually interesting for Pikuru. The market was as lively as ever, but Pikuru turned a blind eye, and only the opposite sex was scanned left and right. Suddenly, a face shook in front of him, and Pikuru felt familiar, but he had seen countless people in this city, and he didn't pay attention to it, so he continued his ** trip.

After another twenty or so steps, a flash of inspiration struck Pikuru's mind - Woolley! That face is Woolley, the leader of Woniu Mountain! I used to take pictures when I was chasing him, and I almost died at his hands! Shocked by this, Pikuru immediately pressed all the sperm back into place, and he immediately searched around for Woolley's figure - he had to find out if Woolley had any accomplices, and how many accomplices! Pikuru hurried a few steps, but found no trace of Woolley, the other party must have drilled into the alley! Pikuru immediately turned back and entered the alley, and after walking a few steps, it suddenly occurred to him: if he bumped into Woolley like this, even if he was alone, he would not be an opponent. You have to call someone! Yes, we have to call someone, and we have to block the city gates!

As soon as Pikuru turned around, he felt a chill in his chest. When I looked closely, I saw a short figure standing in front of me, it was the face of a brown-black child! And this child is holding a thin sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword has been deeply inserted into his heart! Pikuru looked at the young man in front of him with wide eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched but he couldn't make a sound, he realized that his mouth had been covered, he used the last strength of his life to look up at the person who covered his mouth - it was Woolley, and then fell into eternal darkness.

The boy was Arram, of course, and he and Woolley exchanged a look, and the two perpetrators dragged Pikuru's body away and hid it, and then blended into the crowd again. No one noticed that one of the two military commanders of Essrath City had disappeared in such a daze.

As the sun began to sink in the west, the setting sun stained the entire city of Essrath a blood-red. On a hilly ground outside the city of Essrath stood two young figures, one about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a black left eye and a dark blue right eye. Looking at Essrath City from afar, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's such a beautiful red, the same color as what it will experience tonight." ”

The other handsome young man beside him, who was as handsome as a white crane, nodded lightly and retreated into the shadows.