When Brandi was hunted down by his own brother and had no hope of regaining the throne, his favorite thing was to come out at night and look at the stars, because he felt that compared to the sun, moon and ethereal wind, only the quiet night sky could give people a moment of peace.

And now that everything was going according to his vision, Brandi couldn't get back to the mood he had before.

Maybe it was the pain in his leg that was disturbing his heart, or maybe it was the left eye that was forever in darkness and could no longer see the full starry sky.

Actually, the bigger reason is that it's cloudy today.

"I heard that the dwarves believe in the gods of the stars, and their kingdom is hidden among the vast stars, and every shining star is their eyes to the earth. ”

Brandi turned his head when he heard the sound, and looked at the gray-haired, leather-clad young man who had just come out of the town with a horse.

"Every star is an eye? There are too many gods in the sky. Brandy's hoarse laughter was terrifying, like the roar of some kind of monster.

"Wells, an adventurer. ”

"Brandi, a ...... Mankind. ”

"I think you're here with an orc, a human can get along so well with an orc, you're amazing. Wells sat down next to Brandy.

Brandi didn't answer him, but instead said, "An adventurer can walk from the North Continent to the Dwarven Kingdom, and you are also very powerful. ”

"Each other, each other. Wells said and put his arms on his head and lay directly on the ground, "But the stars on the dwarf's side are really beautiful." ”

"It's a cloudy day. ”

"Who says you can't see the stars on a cloudy day?

Brandi shook his head and said, "The truth is good, but it's used in the wrong place, it's a bit nonsense." ”

The two of them sat and lay down, and there was a brief silence in the atmosphere.

Wells, who has a somewhat out-of-the-box nature, has been in the Southern Continent for a long time, and when he sees a human in the dwarf tribe, he naturally can't help but want to talk.

Brandy's words were very few, but he said just right every time, neither revealing his identity, but also asking about what happened in Hokuriku from the side.

When he knew that the Honoris army had reached the Bead Canyon, his clenched palms loosened, then clenched again.

However, because Wells came to the Southern Continent not long after leaving from the Far North, it was natural that he did not know that Kaiadir was now counterattacking back.

The two talked outside for a long time, and it was not until the horse neighed that Wells came to his senses, patted the dust off his body, and planned to continue his adventure elsewhere.

He arrived in the dwarven kingdom much earlier than Brandy, and the dragon crystal was also inlaid in a long sword by the dwarves he asked the dwarves.

He considered himself lucky for this, although the dwarf he found couldn't even beat iron, but he didn't think anything wrong about the dragon crystal.

After leading the horse, Wells walked into the distance, but stopped halfway through, turned to Brandy, and said, "By the way, I'll give you something, I'm in trouble with it." ”

Brandi looked up, only to see Wells whistle softly, a cry came from the depths of the woods, and a crow that seemed to have the blood of a monster flew over his shoulder.

He looked at Brandy and pointed to the crow on his shoulder: "That's it, I saved an orc before, and in gratitude, he gave me this crow, unlike the messenger, it is unusually obedient." ”

"It's a great pet, why not keep it for yourself?"

Wells patted the horse's back, shook his shoulders and let the crow fly towards Brandy, then rolled over and rode all the way: "I think it's too ugly." ”

Brandi looked expressionless as he watched as the crow perched on his shoulder.

"Ah......h

A little white fell silently, and Brandi stretched out his withered palm, looked up at the sky, and then limped towards the town.

The white marks kept falling on his body, the hand holding the wooden staff was firm and strong, and the eyes of the black crow on his shoulder were very confused, and he didn't know why he had changed his master again.

"It's snowing. ”

Equally bewildered was Wells, who now thought of the dragon in the far north and the corpses of the hundred thousand coalition troops that filled the valley when he saw snow.

His body shuddered involuntarily, and Wells thought that he was very handsome when he just left, and he was not much worse than the previous Ira.

But the crow was actually really amazing, as if he could understand anything, but he gave up anyway, mainly because it was really ugly.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of the darkness of the path, and Wells's eyes froze, and he stopped his horse's hooves, and reached out to grasp the newly created dragon crystal sword behind his back.

In the Southern Continent, it is very normal to meet monsters at night, snowflakes fall on the eyelashes, Wells stares at the erratic, closer and closer light, but a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Pixar~"

......

......

"Thank you, Lord Ferranche, thank you very much. ”

A sturdy man kept shaking Ferranche's hand and saying words of thanks, but several attempts to kneel were stopped by Ferranche.

"The newly opened glass factory needs a lot of manpower, and I know that the harvest will not be good this fall, so as long as you have been vetted, you can work there until the recruitment is full. ”

"Thank you, thank you very much, as long as we take care of the food, we can do it without pay. ”

Ferranche shook his head and held the man's shoulder, "Of course we take care of the food, but we will not owe you your wages, and the other is the review I said, tomorrow is the beginning of spring, the family has land to go back to grow food, if the harvest should be good, but the land is wasted, no matter how good you do, the glass factory does not want you." ”

"Remember, remember. ”

"Don't worry, Lord Ferranche. ”

The people below responded, and Ferranch said a few more words, then dismissed the people and returned to his temporary residence.

"Lord Ferranche, if you arrange it like this, then ...... in the future"

"There's no way, you can't watch the people have no money to survive the winter, and then starve to death, right?"

"But money can't solve the real problem, the southern provinces can be said to have no harvest this year, the nobles will not easily put the grain in their hands, the people have money, they still have to buy ...... from them"

"I know, you go out first, I'll think about it. ”

Ferranche waved away his staff and sat alone at his desk looking out the window.

The cold wind blew through the window and wrapped his coat tightly, which also made him feel that the future of glass must be infinitely bright.

After pondering for a long time, Ferenci closed the window, lit the oil lamp, picked up a quill and began to write on the letterhead.

"Dear Ferrante, my brother, the southern provinces are devastated, countless poor people are starving to death in the cold winter, and the food distributed by the church is far from enough, but the nobles turn a blind eye, and the laws of the empire are like a piece of toilet paper in their eyes......"

A few days later, Ferranche sat down at the same table and opened Ferranche's reply.

"Ferranche! The Knights of Light are not a private army! Have you ever considered what kind of impact the Church cavalry will have on the current empire and the Church? But don't worry, the Church is already doing its best to collect food, and it will soon be shipped to the Southern Province, as long as your people are reliable, it will be distributed to you first. ”

Burning the reply letter in his hand with an oil lamp, Ferranch sighed helplessly, he had already guessed that this would be the result, but he still wanted to give it a try.

If Ferrante really lent him a cavalry, it would be equivalent to him pulling the church on the boat, and the voice of the poor class would be multiplied, but this result was also expected, so there was no disappointment.

Ferranch sat in silence for a moment, then got up and walked out of the room, although it doesn't snow often in the southern provinces, the winter is still cold.

Listening to the cold wind whistling in his ears, Ferranch muttered to himself: "It's a pity, it's a pity that I don't have the right to mobilize the imperial defenders, and my father, the position of this king, is not so easy to do." ”

About half a month later, the food promised by the church was delivered to the southern provinces as scheduled, but it was still far from enough compared to all the victims.

And Ferranch, with his connections and carefulness, used certain handles as bargaining chips to exchange a lot of food from some nobles.

On this day, Ferranche leads his party to a new town, and he knows that he may not be able to save everyone, but he can do as much as he can.

However, to his surprise, the city was also a large city in the southern provinces, but there were no soldiers guarding the gates.

The horses' hooves skimmed over the gates, and Ferranche frowned at the side of the street, which was supposed to be bustling with activity, deserted, nine out of ten shops closed, and the whole city was in a dull silence.

Little by little, the team walked towards the city, and slowly people appeared on the streets, but most of them were yellow-faced and thin, like beggars.

The sound of horses' hooves striking the ground, and the hungry paupers shrank back, their eyes filled with fear and resentment.

Ferranche's expression was complicated, and the staff next to him spoke: "Other towns are far less serious than here, Lord Ferranche, it is recommended to go to the Earl's Mansion first." ”

"Good. ”

Ferranche pulled the reins and tried to run towards the Count, but was attracted by a cry halfway through.

He stopped his horse's hooves, turned over and dismounted, and walked into a dark alley, surrounded by guards who guarded his safety.

In the dark alley, a large number of poor people squatted on the ground, some looked back at the girl in the clearing, and most of them did not say a word, staring directly at Ferrante and his party.

"My lord, something isn't quite right here. The guard reminded.

"I saw it. There was a hint of grief in Ferranche's calm tone, and his eyes looked at the crying girl as well.

In front of the girl lay a corpse, scrawny and mutilated, as if it had been gnawed by some wild beast.

Ferranche didn't approach, but turned to the poor man next to him and asked, "Demonic beasts have entered the city?"

The pauper shook his head, his voice a little sluggish: "It's wild dogs, they're so hungry, so they came and grabbed food from us." ”

"What!?" Ferranche's tone instantly raised, and years of cultivation were broken by the message contained in this sentence.

"That pack of wild dogs ate his legs, and a dozen more will starve tonight. The pauper pointed to the corpse in front of the girl like a puppet and said with a blank face.

Ferranche took a breath of cool air, but it was his heart that was cooler than the weather.

"It's over, something is going to happen. ”

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