The gallows creaked, the ropes swayed straight, a pair of dirty boots swayed with the ropes, a few drops of yellow, smelly liquid ran down the trouser legs, and the guards sneezed in the night wind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Put the corpse down!" The prison officer said to the guard.

The two guards put down the body that had fallen on the gallows, wrapped it in a shroud, and placed it on the cart that carried the body, when a man wearing a hood came out of the shadows, and the guards immediately became alert.

"What?" The guard asked with a frown as he placed his hand on the hilt of the dagger at his waist.

"Whoa." The man didn't speak, he pulled out a jingling money bag and handed it to the guard.

"Oh, what do you want to do?" The two guards looked at each other and asked him in a soothing tone.

The man in the hood did not speak, but pointed to the corpse on the firewood cart, as if he had a picture of the corpse, and the two guards nodded slightly, knowing that there were always some rich people who had some strange hobbies, and some of them even nobles.

"Yes." The guard took the man's purse and nodded at the other companion, allowing the man in his hood to take the cart and the corpses from the cart away, saving them a lot of things, such as digging up the earth and burying the corpse late at night.

"Boom~~." The heavy solid wooden wheels of the wood cart crashed against the ground with a rumbling sound, and as it drifted away from the town to a more remote place, the man in the hood took off his hood, revealing a face, which was none other than Jeff's one-eyed.

"Jeff, Jeff." One-Eye walked over to the corpse and shook it with his hand as if to shake Jeff out of his death.

"Oh oh oh~~." Suddenly, the corpse, wrapped in a white linen shroud, actually sat up from the wood cart, and his throat twitched with air, as if he wanted to squeeze his life force into his body.

"Jeff, Jeff." Sitting in the tavern, Jeff's shoulders were shaken, and he recovered from the reflection of the wine glass in front of him, and he had just been drunk and brought him back to that terrible memory. And in his hand he held a bronze tube, a special tube, which he secretly shoved in his throat when he was sent to the gallows by Arrod, and then covered it up with a series of weeping and incontinence.

The noose was around his neck, and in fact Jeff's trachea was still open, a way to escape that he had bought for a fortune from a crook many years ago.

"You remember that again?" One-Eye sat across from Jeff, and he saw the bronze tube in Jeff's hand and said to Jeff.

"Hey, if I hadn't had this thing, I'm afraid I'd really die on the gallows." Jeff hid the bronze tube on his body, and he couldn't leave this life-saving thing for a moment.

"Then you're not afraid of being recognized by Arrod and them?" One-eyed smiled and picked up the glass and poured the remaining ale into his mouth.

"Will these noble lords remember the people they sent to the gallows? Not to mention that I deliberately kept eating, they would definitely not have thought that such an ugly fat man would be that Jeff. ”

"Hey." One-eyed looked at Jeff, whose face was as fat as a cake, and thought to himself, you weren't very good-looking before.

Arold looked at Dylan, who was seated in front of him. Matt, the fire in the fireplace burns, Dylan. Matt curled up in the tall seat like a child, his eyelids drooping like a child ready to be trained.

"Dylan. Matt, the Chancellor of my principality, you are there. Arrod looked at Dylan. Matt said to him half-loudly.

"I'm sorry Lord Duke." Dylan. Matt raised his eyes and said to Arrod, he knew that refuting Arold in front of his ministers was tantamount to openly provoking the authority of the Duke, and it was polite not to depose him in public and send him to the dungeon.

"I'm sorry, why apologize, I should thank you." Arjod got up and picked up the flask, poured wine from West Francia into the glass, and handed the glass to Dylan. Matt said.

"I just did what I was supposed to do." Dylan. Matt said to Arrod as he held his glass.

"Well, but my justice, those Orientals are very important, they are important people, how should I act according to the law?" Arrold picked up the glass and turned to Dylan. Matt asked, greeting.

"The laws of Mecklenburg are a mixture of customary law, as well as laws made by you, Your Majesty, and those made with reference to the laws of the Kingdom of East Francia, and if you must let them go unpunished, you will probably have to pay a ransom." Dylan. Matt said to Arold.

"Okay, I'll pay the ransom for them." Arold nodded, agreeing to the approach.

"Then you'd better let that group understand that the money was paid for them by you, Lord Duke." Dylan. Matt smiled and raised his glass to Arold as he reminded.

"Hahaha, my justice! I didn't expect you to be a treacherous person too, but it suits my heart. Arold laughed, if Li Ji and the others knew that Arold had paid a ransom for them, it would be a great favor for Arold, and that money was really just from the left pocket to the right pocket.

The next day, soon Dylan. Matt's court made a public ruling, and Li Ji and others were convicted of robbing the duke's carriage, attacking nobles, and kidnapping aristocratic girls, but they were released on the spot because Arold paid a bond and used his reputation to guarantee that Li Ji and others would not commit any more crimes.

"Lord Duke, we don't know how to thank you." After being released in court, Li Ji hugged his fists and thanked Arrod.

"It's nothing, I'll arrange a place for you to live, and I'll have a doctor take care of your ankle." Arold said to Li Ji.

"I just don't understand why a Tessie like you can speak the language of Middle-earth, though not quite the same as my father's voice." Li Ji asked Arold curiously.

"How did your father get here?" Arrod had doubts about Li Ji and the others.

"It's a war, when Datang fought a battle with the big cannibal in Talas, and the Tang Dynasty lost to the black-clothed cannibal at that time." Li Ji said eloquently to Arrod.

"You are the descendants of the Tang Army soldiers who were captured at that time?" Arold was a little surprised, the Battle of Talas at that time was a hundred years ago, and this span seemed to be a bit large.

"No, that's just the beginning, since then Datang has been trying to open up the Silk Road, but it has been repeatedly unsmooth, but there is finally an Anxi Protectorate, and we are the people of the Anxi Protectorate." Li Ji said.

"And then?" Arold then asked how many stories were hidden in this distant ancient history.

"After that, there was the Anshi Rebellion, the gradual decline of the Tang Dynasty, our group of people who guarded the Silk Road for the Tang Dynasty who remembered, in the end, the Anxi Protectorate was destroyed by foreign groups to besiege, our fathers also scattered and fled, and the road back to the east has long been blocked, so we can only continue to wander west." Li Ji's eyes were full of misery, leaving the protection of the motherland, they became a wandering nation, and only they knew the ups and downs.

"How many of you still have now?" Arrod's heart was excited, the Tang Dynasty declined after the Anshi Rebellion, but these abandoned people are still clinging to their culture and identity, if they don't meet him, I'm afraid these people will only end up drowning in the long river of history, but now he can't let this happen.

"There are more than 400 people in the clan, but, but, my lord, please save them." Li Ji suddenly became excited, he reached out to hold Arold's hand, and said to Arold, like a person who fell into the water held the last straw.

"It's okay, tell me slowly." Arold patted his hand and said to Li Ji.

"My people were detained by a group of barbarians who claimed to be Rus, originally we heard that there might be a chance to return to the Central Plains from the northern grasslands, but it was a conspiracy, my people were detained by the barbarians and nobles there, and we had to scrape together enough ransom to release them." Li Ji's angry chest rose and fell violently, and he deeply hated his credulity for causing his clansmen to be arrested.