Want some? It's not very pickled, but it tastes good when it's boiled into soup. ”

Mufasa, a middle-aged man who looked a little unkempt, took out a wooden spoon out of nowhere, stirred the boiling broth, scooped up a spoonful and asked the children, he said, "I'm still a little confident in making soup." ”

Nana, who was still asleep, smelled the aroma of the broth, and woke up quietly.

"Isn't it like, 'You've eaten my broth and you're going to be believers in our church!' Such a trap, right? ”

Simba said warily.

Children go missing every day in the slums, and he can't afford to be careless.

"Rest assured, I'm not hungry yet...... It's just a weekly task. ”

Mufasha said something Simba they didn't understand, but it didn't look like he had any bad intentions.

And although Simba and Shazu have been holding the stone and making it look like they are ready to attack, this is actually closer to bluffing, after all, they have been hungry for so long, and they have long since lost their strength.

If Mufasa really had any malicious intentions, he could easily take down the two of them with his long knife that sliced thick bacon like tofu.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally decided to compromise a little.

After taking out the small wooden bowl hidden in the corner of the room, and filling a large bowl from the broth, the three little ones took turns drinking the broth one bite at a time.

Simba couldn't help but whisper, "It's so fragrant!" ”

It can be seen that Simba and Shazu are restraining themselves from wanting to drink the soup dry in one gulp, trying to make the weak Nana drink more.

That serious look made Mufasa couldn't help but smile: "Just drink." ”

"Uncle, don't you eat it yourself?" Nana asked in a soft, slightly feeble voice.

"Hahaha, don't look at me like this, in fact, I made a lot of money a few days ago, and I didn't miss such a little food!" Mufasha replied with a smile.

"Liar, I saw you caught by the city guards a few days ago and hung at the door for public display!" Simba did not hesitate to expose Mufasa's 'lies'.

"Ahem, what was hung at the gate of the city to show the public, the adult's plan you children don't understand, this is my strategy to build a good relationship with the city guards!" Mufasa cheekily boasted: "Now I have a good relationship with them that I can call them brothers!" ”

As a result, all three children cast questioning glances at him.

Originally, Mufasa wanted to continue to blow the conch, but his eyes were fixed, and he quieted down and listened, only to find that footsteps appeared outside the house again.

And unlike him at that time, there were at least a dozen people who came here this time, and nearly half of the footsteps were very dull, and they couldn't be heard at all if they didn't try to listen, if they weren't two hundred pounds, they were wearing heavy armor.

The only ones who can walk in heavy armor in the city are the city guards under the command of the city lord, and most of the Holy Religious troops of other churches are cloth armored units, and the rest of those who are not wearing heavy armor should be ordinary soldiers, after all, the city guards in Lancaster in the frost and mist season are short of manpower, so they can only let the ordinary soldiers in the army also be mixed into the team for patrols and other tasks.

Suddenly, Mufasha's face changed: "You eat slowly, if others ask, you should not have seen me!" ”

With that, he climbed up the roof with only a small half of the roof from the load-bearing pillar next to him, and disappeared into the eaves.

Not long after he left, a group of city guards arrived at the dilapidated ruins of the house.

"Have you seen any of these guys lately?"

At the head of the group was not the usually heavily armed city captain, but an arrogant young man in a very fancy dyed robe, who was obviously a nobleman, and even the city lieutenant had been reduced to his subordinate.

The aristocratic man took out a stack of wanted warrants from his trouser pocket and showed them to the teenagers, and sure enough, Mufasha's wanted warrant was among them.

Without hesitation, the three of them shook their heads and said no.

"Hey, are you sure you meet these three imps often with the person you know about 'Manwilf'?" The young man turned his head and asked the city lieutenant in armor beside him.

"That's right, that's what our informant said." The city lieutenant replied respectfully.

The aristocratic young man smacked his tongue in annoyance, and was about to lead the crowd away, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the pot on the campfire, which was originally a helmet, and it was a very rare style in the neighborhood.

The corners of the young man's mouth curled into a slight evil smile, he stopped, and ordered the city lieutenant beside him: "Arrest these three little ghosts and take them away!" Then leave someone behind, and if the guy comes here, tell him to go to the city captain's house and find someone. ”

"Will that person throw himself into the net for the sake of the imp?" The city lieutenant asked, a little puzzled.

"I don't know, but it's just three pariahs anyway, and if they die, they die, and it doesn't matter." The aristocratic youth was unconcerned about this: "The key is to catch that person and then torture Manewilf's weaknesses...... The supply in that guy's hand is a big fat meat, and many people in the city are staring at it! The sooner I get my hands on it, the better! ”

After the city guards who bully men and women on weekdays got the order, they rushed up like wolves and arrested the three children, and Simba, who was desperately struggling to resist, also ate an old punch and was beaten to the point that his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

Seeing that even though he was injured, the little guy was still staring at him with a fierce and unyielding gaze, and for some reason the aristocratic young man felt a burst of irritability in his heart.

"Only two hostages are needed!" He pointed at Simba: "To warn that guy that we're here for real, this guy is going to kill him right here!" I want to think about it...... By the way, cut off his head and hang it on the door beam! ”

The city guard, with one hand on Simba's head, drew his sword without hesitation.

"Wait a minute!"

At that moment, Mufasha jumped from the roof.

He was a little uneasy in his heart, so he went back and forth to check the status of the children, but he didn't expect to bump into this scene that made his eyes split.

The thought that if he came back a little late, Simba would die here for no apparent reason, Mufasa couldn't help but be a little afraid.

"Aha! What do I say! The aristocratic young man had a look of surprise when he caught a big fish.

"Your Excellency is wise." The lieutenant of the heavy armored city on the side immediately made up for it.

Mufasha looked at the two men and felt incomprehensible: "Why are you doing such a thing? Aren't they residents of Lancaster City? Isn't the reason for the existence of the city guards to protect the people of the city? ”

"Residents? No, you're mistaken. Only those who pay taxes every month and pay a sum of money honestly are called the people, and they are just like rats in the gutter, eating leftovers and living in the city. ”

The aristocratic young man asked without the slightest hesitation, and then he pointed at Mufasha: "But none of this has anything to do with you, soldiers, take him down for me!" ”

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Chapter 152: City Guards