Mrs. Yolanda walked in the alley home, and the refugees from Lauzitz County in the forest were given food and resettlement by the disaster relief officer appointed by Arold, and Mrs. Yolanda was also very happy to see the long-lost smiles on the faces of her neighbors, so she stayed with her neighbors for a while, until the sun had sunset, and hurried home, knowing that the dark alleys of the town were not much safer than in the forest without the protection of bodyguards at night.

"A, a, a." Mrs. Yolanda was walking, and suddenly felt the footsteps of someone behind her, she looked back vigilantly, but there was nothing, she involuntarily wrapped the cloak on her body, although it was not completely dark at this time, but it was sparsely populated in the alley, Mrs. Yolanda hurriedly quickened her pace.

"Hey, where are you going?" Just as Lady Yolanda was about to pass through a low arched hole, a man who looked like a villain appeared, holding a half-bitten apple in his hand, and his cloudy yellow eyes were full of obscene eyes looking at Mrs. Yolanda in front of him, full of bearded scum.

"I don't have any money on me." Mrs. Yolanda's plump ups and downs, even a fat dress could not stop her figure, Mrs. Yolanda's white skin like milk, and tall figure, can always arouse the most primitive desires of men.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money, it's dangerous to go on this road so late, do you want us to accompany you." At this moment another man's voice came from behind, and Mrs. Yolanda turned her head to see a dark-haired man walking behind her, also dressed as a dirty villain.

"Hmm." Lady Yolanda pressed her body against the wall of the alley, her face horrified as she watched the approaching villain.

The narrow alley was blocked by villains at both ends. Utterly powerless, Lady Yolanda's heart rose to her throat, and she felt that she would be violated by these two filthy scoundrels, whose mouths could smell the garlic even from a distance.

"Don't come here." The men's approach forced Mrs. Yolanda to turn her face to the other side, and I looked pitiful, but this provoked a sinister laugh.

"Hey, how dare you damn scoundrels treat an elegant and beautiful lady like this in this town of law and order under Duke Mason." At this moment, a young man's voice sounded from around the corner, and Yolanda followed the sound to see a young man in a half-blue, half-white linen suit coming out, and he also carried a short sword that looked more valuable at his waist.

"Help me." Lady Yolanda was like a straw floating in front of a man who had fallen into the water. She hurriedly shouted to the brightly dressed man.

"Don't worry. As long as I Webster makes a move, these scoundrels will be going to be. Webster drew his sword from his waist and held his left hand open as if he were a true swordsman, and the two villains looked at each other. Pull out a stubby stick from your own leather strap. One end of the stick was filled with lead. Very heavy can be used as a blunt object.

"Bell, bell." The two villains struck Webster's short sword with the stick they used as weapons in their hands, and Webster could barely hold the hilt of his sword with a single blow.

"Hey. Hey, what are you two bastards doing? Webster's head was sweating, he couldn't figure out how these two bastards were real, weren't they the helpers he had commissioned the tavern owner to find?

In the dimly lit tavern, two drunken drunkards lay on the table behind a wooden pillar, the jug was dumped on the wooden table, the bitter ale trickled down the wooden legs to the floor, and an old dog burrowed under the wooden table, sticking out his long tongue to sweeten the scraps on the ground and the ale that flowed down.

"Why are these two poor ghosts here so early today?" When the other guests walked in, they saw that in the empty tavern, only these two drunkards had already eaten and drunk, and they all felt very strange, as two idle people, it was indeed very surprising that they had the money to drink in the tavern so early.

"It's as if someone hired them to do something, and they all paid half of the deposit." Another guest, who knew the truth better, sat down at an empty table and said to the others.

"Doing something with these two idiots, Lord, that guy is stupid."

"Forget it, it's none of our business, drink the bar, the waitress came over and poured us a drink, haha." The other guests sat together, and soon the number of people in the tavern grew, and no one noticed the two drunkards in the corner.

But on the other hand, Webster didn't know that these two villains had nothing to do with him at all, and he accidentally ran into a real robber, and when the club in the hand of one of the villains hit his wrist, Webster screamed in pain and dropped his short sword.

"What's the matter with you two, didn't we say okay?" Webster rubbed his wrists and said angrily in a low voice.

"Oh? yes, what the hell, I don't have a good memory, can you repeat it. The black-haired villain looked at Webster as if he was puzzled, so he whispered.

"That's it, uh, it's you who pretended to rob and let me save that girl." Webster whispered as he approached them.

"Ah, I remember." The black-haired villain seemed to come to his senses, and he raised his fingers and opened his mouth wide as if he really remembered something.

"yes, I paid half of the deposit upfront." Webster breathed a sigh of relief, he frowned a little dissatisfied, and said, thinking that these guys are too unprofessional, if it were those hired people in the southern city-states, they would cooperate perfectly with him, and cooperate with a heroic rescue of beauty.

"Got it, drink." Suddenly, the black-haired villain struck Webster on the head with the wooden stick in his hand, and Webster only felt that his eyes were dark, and his body was weak and he didn't know anything.

"This idiot kid, today's luck is really good, not only did he intercept a beauty, but it is estimated that this idiot kid has a lot of money on him, haha." The two villains looked proudly at Webster, who was lying on the ground and knocked unconscious, probably thinking that he was the aristocratic son of a well-fed pickled girl.

"Wait a minute, the woman doesn't want to run away." At this time, Mrs. Yolanda lifted the hem of her skirt and tried to take advantage of the opportunity to escape from the two terrible villains, who of course were unwilling to give up this mouthful of beautiful flesh, and immediately pursued them closely.

"Ahh The woman's footsteps combined with the drag of the fat long skirt made Yolanda get caught at the bottom, and the two villains laughed and dragged her into the dark alley, tearing at her clothes.

"Wow~~." Just as the two villains were about to succeed, suddenly a dagger flew over and pressed against the villain's cheek, and a trail of blood flowed down their ears. (To be continued......)