"We have limited time, so go find a sword and deal with your enemies."

Seeing the boy on the ground frantically venting his suppressed emotions, Bichiel instructed the farmers around him, motioning for them to go to the wall at the entrance. In that corner sat a messy sword, the weapons of the syndicates who had come to the feast. Now they are the trophies of the farmers.

Bechier's purpose is clear, and if you follow him, you have to have a name. How do you get a name? Find a few enemies on the ground, a few long sword barrels...

Now that there was no choice, the peasants who had decided to leave quickly went to get a weapon of their own, pinpoint their enemies, and stabbed their long swords into the corpses of the people on the ground with trembling hands.

The syndicate robbers on the ground, because of the effect of the paralyzing poison, could not even scream, but only gurgled in their throats. Blood soon poured out of their throats until it gradually blocked their throats...

Those who wanted to stay here were afraid to come out, leaning against the wall and not saying a word, for fear that the blood or those who were going to leave would affect them.

Soon blood flowed out of the corpses in the room, pooling into a stream and leaving out. The strong smell of blood, mixed with the stench of incontinence before death, spread through the restaurant.

Hanging the nobleman's sword at his waist, he carried the bags that belonged to the nobleman on his back, holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand and pressing the blade of the sword with his right hand, ready to deal with the farmers who had fallen into a madness because of the killing.

This is not untargeted, and many recruits who step into the frenzy of fear for the first time are often consumed by their own fears. When they are crazy, they will only wave the sword in their hands frantically, and they will slowly wake up until there is no one standing around.

Beechel didn't think the farmers were any better than the recruits. Although they kill pigs and sheep every day, the killing of the root is not the same thing.

None of the more than fifty syndicate thieves in the dining room were spared, except for the three nobles around the noble round table.

As Bichiel had thought, one of the farmers who killed the syndicate bandits quickly fell into a state of madness. The corpses and blood on the ground stimulated the farmers who had never done so before.

"What are you going to do Brewer?! That's your neighbor! ”

Bang! Syllable!

Beechel drew his sword and rushed to a farmer who had fallen into a frenzy, and just as the sword in his hand was about to slash at their neighbor, Beechel grabbed his sword with one hand, and with a sharp turn of his wrist, the power of the long sword in the farmer's hand was leaked to the ground.

Then Beechel's sword pressed against the blade of the farmer's hand, slamming it into the hilt of the farmer's jaw, and the farmer let go of the sword in his hand with a groan.

The blade of the sword smashed into his fingers, but it didn't hurt him. Beechil tucked his sword into the scabbard, and the others were relieved.

"Search them, find their money bags and other papers or anything that can prove their identity. You keep the money bag, and this is the cost of your home elsewhere. Give me paper or something. ”

No one was an exception, and Bechier's orders were carried out. For the first time, those who stayed behind discovered that their unsmiling neighbor, Beecher, could be so strange to them.

He's like those aristocratic lords, he's good at giving orders.

Bichir watched silently as the farmers excitedly dragged the corpses on the ground and piled them up against the wall. They first ripped off the necklace from the neck of the corpse on the ground, and then forcibly pulled off the ring on the corpse's fingers, and even the fingers of several corpses were broken.

Then they stripped the corpse of its outer garments and took off their cloaks, clothes, and boots. He took off his dirty linen liners and grey straw-stained linen breeches, and put the dead man's clothes on himself excitedly.

The dead men's clothes were worth a lot of money, and the cloaks were made of Alterac goatskin. The clothes are also Seiko made of high-quality linen and fully dyed.

It didn't take long for the farmers to leave, who were already dressed in full syndicate costumes, looking like they were some other syndicate members.

"Prepare one for me and Benson too," Bichiel said abruptly as he watched them, and the farmers nodded and began to pile the stripped bodies in the corner.

"Uncle Beecher, can I kill that master?"

While Beechel was watching the men intently, the boy covered in blood had come to the circle of the noble round table. He pointed at Ike and asked about Bichier.

"No, kid." Beecher shook his head, "They are our umbrella and our wealth. They are adults, not for you to kill. ”

"Oh... All right! The boy saw Ike in the chair looking at him, as if trying to remember his face, and the boy instantly cracked his mouth and smiled, and made a gesture to wipe his neck.

Ike stared at him with dead eyes, and of course he could only stare at him...

Soon, dozens of corpses were stripped clean, and excess clothes were piled up. There was also a small pile of money bags in front of Bichier, which the farmers did not put in their pockets, but placed in front of him. He roughly estimated that there should be dozens of silver coins in the money bag, and maybe there were gold coins in it.

Others, such as parchment rolls, letters, and papers, were all collected by Beechr in the nobleman's backpack behind him.

"You go and get all the wagons in the village here, we're going to go overnight." "Just take the valuable things at home, and a few changes of clothes, and nothing else." ”

"Divide these money bags." As soon as he finished speaking, Beechel saw the rest of the people in the room who were going to stay, and they were now envious of the money bags.

"Wait a minute," said Bichir, stopping his own people from dividing the money bags, and said to those who were cowering in the corners, "one of you come and get a money bag!" ”

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Bichir's request, the people who decided to leave here retreated to the side and waited.

"We have that too?!"

The surprised voices of those people could not be hidden, and under the affirmation of Bichiel, they ran over happily and took a money bag for each of them.

More than a dozen people each took a money bag, opened the bag, poured out the silver and copper coins, and checked them one by one. There were a few lucky guys who even found gold coins from inside! The people standing beside Bichir all showed envious looks, so they looked at the money bag in front of them even more eagerly.

"There's no time for you to divide the money in detail." Beecher admonished, saying to the few of them, "The money bag is divided evenly among each person, and Benson and I will forget it." ”

"Uncle Beecher, do you really not want Uncle Benson and you?" The boy changed his clothes and asked strangely.

Beechel looked up at Benson at the door of the room, who looked eagerly at the money, but Beechel shook his head at him. Out of trust in Bichil, Benson finally sighed.

"Mary, you and Red go and gather all the wagons in the village. You, Demoat, will soon catch up with us all the horses of these bandits in the stables. All that we do, we need someone to shelter us. This is also our gift to the old man of the Silver Pine Forest, and these people are not enough. Beechel turned his head back to look at the nobles behind him. I have to be here, watching them. ”

Those who decided to leave went out and did what Bichir asked.

"Benson, peel. Peel off the imprints on the backs of these corpses! ”

This bloody request made the rest of the room stunned. Benson, who had been silent at the door for a long time, nodded, strode over to the corpses, and the skinning knife in his hand slashed casually at the brand on the back of the corpses, and a piece of bloody human skin was peeled off. He slipped it into the satchel at his side.

One by one, the people in the room were terrified, and the smell of blood became strong again.

"You can leave and take these clothes with you. If you need to," Bichier looked at the skinning Benson for a moment, and he turned his head to look at the farmers calmly, "or we'll burn everything here."

In the case of the previous penny, the peasants naturally did not resist these clothes, and they rushed up to their arms to grab the clothes that were still covered with blood, and then rushed out of the narrow door, and the voices of the ladies and children sounded outside.

The room was silent for a moment, and the sound of a skinning knife cutting through the flesh of the naked corpse in the corner of the wall kept sounding. Bichir watched silently for a moment and turned his head, and he found that the heads of these nobles were already able to turn slowly.

"You're going to die.... I... Promise—" Ike said as he stared at Bichir with his mouth wide and open, "you will... You will..."

"Everyone dies." Bichiel casually pulled the chair next to Ike and sat down. He leaned back in his chair and looked at him calmly, "But I'm sure I'll be later than you, Lord Ike." ”

"My revenge... I will repay you a thousand times! Ike said weakly, trying to turn his body, but the movement was slow due to the effect of the paralyzing poison.

"For an hour, you can't use your sword as you normally would. And that's enough time for us to do a lot of things. Bechier looked at Ike with a black and white eyebrow, "I used to be a smuggler at sea, and the paralyzing potion was the best punishment I could have for trying to betray my crew." ”

"I often listened to their screams and asked my crew to rip their mouths open and then pour potions into their mouths myself. Then I put them in the gondola of the boat, and let them into the sea with the wind blowing, leaving only one head exposed. During the more than an hour that their bodies were paralyzed, they could not make any movements, not even scream. In fear, they are slowly torn into pieces of meat by sharks, fishmen, or other things in the sea, and die in the sea. ”

"We are nobles," Bayi said weakly, "what do you think... We'll let it go after the fact ... You? What we have... Wealth, enough to employ thousands of killers...."

Bichiel interrupted Bayi's words with a wave of his hand, he looked at the noble heraldic rings on several of their hands, and called out their titles, "Viscount Bayi, Viscount Ike, oh, and Viscount Taras." ”

"You... How do you know heraldry? The three of them asked in some surprise, "You're just a smuggler..."

Fiddling with the wine glasses on the table and the gold pocket watch that belonged to Ike on it, Bichiel shrugged regretfully and said to the trio, "Yes, you're right. I'm a smuggler, and sometimes I play the role of a raider. But I was later captured by the Proudmoor family, and in order to survive, I pledged my allegiance to them. Well, because of some limited role in the war, I was knighted in the kingdom of Kul Tiras..."

"As a veteran of World War II, I didn't want to mind your business. I live here and live a quiet life," Beechel slowly pressed his short gray hair closer to Ike's face, "even if you bullied my daughter in the first place, I didn't think about it. Who made my daughter Ellie like you at that time, like your little white face? ”

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