It's weird. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIf this is not a trap, then it means that the village must have provoked the nobility, or received something that even the nobility coveted.

Still, Joseph admired the girl's courage. Being able to come to herself alone is not something that a little peasant girl can do. Even many adults, even aristocrats, can't do it.

"How do you know so much?"

Irelia choked slightly, then said, "I've seen a bunch of noble troops, the leader seems to be a nobleman, but there are only three guards around him. If it weren't for the lack of manpower, how could the nobles' guards only have so little. ”

The corners of Joseph's mouth slowly hooked, and although Irelia had tried his best to control it, Joseph still felt a hint of panic in Irelia's tone.

"That nobleman was killed by you?" Joseph said softly.

"Nope!" As Joseph had expected, Irelia showed her feet at this moment.

"Oh." Joseph nodded, he had determined that Irelia's village must have been at odds with the nobleman, and had arrested him.

Combined with the information that Joseph has collected in the past two days, this nobleman is likely to be Frembert's son, Iverson!

Thinking of this, Joseph couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, his great efforts to provoke civil strife in the Tuscan territory were unsuccessful, and it ended up happening on its own.

This village is really amazing.

"Why do you think I'm going to help you when you come to me?" Now that Joseph understood Irelia's purpose, he didn't ask any more. On the contrary, he was more interested in the little girl in front of him.

Irelia took a deep breath, stared at Joseph and said, "You will." Isn't your purpose to incite us to rebellion? As long as there is an opportunity to fight the nobles of the kingdom, you will not give up. And this time with us as bait, why don't you do it? ”

"And how do we know about you... Not a bait to lure us? Joseph said playfully.

"If that's the case, how can you let me come alone."

That's right, if you don't see it yourself. Even Joseph would not believe that a peasant girl of twelve or thirteen years old could talk eloquently under the eyes of all enemies.

Joseph smiled, turned his head to look at the fire, and waved his hand at Irelia, "Go back, I know about it." ”

"You..." Irelia frowned, wanting to say something. In the end, I held back and left without looking back.

It wasn't until the darkness had once again obscured Irelia's figure that Joseph turned his head sideways, looked in the direction Irelia had left, and whispered, "What an amazing child." ”

"My lord, the latest information from the front!" A figure crept up to Joseph's side and handed out a wrapped parchment bag.

Joseph took the bag and checked that it had not been opened, then removed the seal and pulled out the parchment inside. After also removing the ink from the parchment, Joseph read it by the light of the fire. At the same time, the figure behind him also silently disappeared to the side.

The parchment did not contain much, just a few words, and soon Joseph had finished reading. He thought quietly for a moment, and then let go of his hand holding the parchment, and the parchment slipped into the fire, and in an instant it was reduced to ashes.

The sky was not yet fully lit, but wisps of cooking smoke had already risen in advance. The lights flickered through the village, and no one would think that the village had ever been looted if one ignored the charred houses.

One difference, though, is that the whole village is quiet. It was as if everyone deliberately lowered their voices, as if they were afraid of waking up something, and they were cautious. Only the sheep raised in the backyards of each family knew nothing about this situation, and from time to time they cried out, breaking the deathly peace.

In an ordinary farmhouse, two young men were dozing off against the hut, and although he looked very sleepy, they had no intention of resting. There was a long table in the room, and at each end of the long table sat two young men.

At this moment, Will no longer had righteous words in front of everyone, only to see that his eyes were slightly black, and his eyes were bloodshot, obviously suffering greatly mentally.

"Sauron, what the hell are you going to do? Can we really hold back the armies of the nobility? Will's voice was hoarse, revealing a deep exhaustion.

Sauron glanced up at Will and lowered his head again. Looking at the old wooden table, it was not a precious wood at first glance, and it had left dense marks over the years, like a valley and ravine.

"Sauron!" Will looked at Sauron's silent appearance and raised his voice in some anger. "We are now in a boat, and no one will be better off if we fail!"

Finally, Sauron looked up, his somewhat messy hair hanging down, blocking his eyes from making it impossible to see his gaze.

"Don't worry. The lords have already taken most of the military forces of the Tuscan lords, and even if they want to deal with us now, they don't have enough strength. ”

"Then what you said about uniting other villages to fight against Flembert's rule can really succeed?"

"Whether you can succeed or not has nothing to do with me, it mainly depends on you."

Looking at Sauron's calm appearance, Will slammed his fist on the table and said angrily, "Bastard! You still can't make all of this! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have to fight with that life! ”

"Hehe, you don't have to fight with your life. It's just putting yourself on the other person's plate and serving it to the other person. Oh, maybe they'll take you out of your plate and put you in a beautiful pet cage. ”

"Shut up! Sauron, I won't say anything about the situation so far, anyway, this time, none of us can escape. I know that you are actually more capable than me, how to deal with the counterattack of the nobles, you say. ”

"Will, since you said so, then I'll just say it. Things have come to this point, and there is only a desperate fight and a way to live. If we win, we will be able to inspire the people of other villages to join us in the rebellion against the aristocracy. If you lose, you'll be dead anyway. ”

"So how do you do that? With our little people, why fight with the nobles. ”

"Quite simply, we have Iverson in our hands, and we still have time to set traps!" (To be continued.) )