"Uncle-sama, aren't we really going to do something?" Beechel was let go by them, and some of them looked at Ike with questions, "Or..."

The bearded Adams, who is almost 2 meters tall, made a gesture to wipe his neck.

Ike smirked and looked at Bichir in the distance, "Have we been wanted less over the years?" What happened to those people in the end? ”

"But the bounty is too high this time," the man continued, "and if the word spreads, we will be in danger." ”

"Dangerous?" Ike turned his head and shook his head to explain to his subordinates, "No, no, no, you're wrong. If we kill him, that's the real danger. ”

"Since he can get this piece of waste paper for our bounty, it means that the news has spread. Kill him, and maybe everyone in the neighborhood will turn against us. ”

"Remember, you can bully them later, but don't overdo it. You are my vassals, and you will be nobles in the future. So there's no need to leave your life here, you must know that rabbits are forced to bite sometimes. ”

"In another week, we'll all be back in Alterac." Ike got up from the rocks, his waterproof leather boots walking down the river to the shore, "Didn't you see that old fox Aiden had already run away before Harvey came here?" This old fox smells danger! We'd better keep up with him. ”

"Tell us all to come back and take the last gratuity that Clito put in our camp!"

"Pack up here, we'll go back to the village now," Ike said with a smile as he looked in the direction of Bichiel, "and we've got a feast in the evening, and I guess that guy Bai thinks the same thing as I do." ”

With a cold face, Beechel Mormont climbed from the river to his horse-drawn cart and returned to his farm under the guidance of the old horse.

Untie the old horse from the reins and tie it to the stable on the farm, and give it enough forage. Pulling the cart into the farm's warehouse, out of everyone's sight, Beecher trembled and raised his hands flat and looked down.

He thought about what had happened in the past few months, and his big rough hands shook like a wobble.

"Tell Bayi that I'll go to his banquet in the evening. Prepare the ingredients, Bichier. Oh, and your daughter Ellie, I love her. You don't mind letting her continue to come out for a bar with me at night? ”

"Father! Help me! You can't do that! Master! I beg you, sir! Don't do that...."

"You! Damn it! Who told you to sell the sheep in the sheepfold!! ”

"Spare your life, sir! I was wrong! I don't dare anymore!! ”

"You all watch what happens to him, and if anyone dares to sell my sheep secretly again in the future, the punishment will not be so simple. I'll tie you up in the wilderness and feed the mountain lions! ”

Scenes of unbearable memories kept coming to Bichier's mind, and his face gradually became hideous.

"The Crusader Patrol will be patrolling the entire Hillsbrad Hills starting tonight."

"If you kill a member of a syndicate, take their identification and go find those patrols. They will escort you to the town of Nanhai, where you will be rewarded! ”

"Oh, by the way, don't hurt the rebel lords. They are Lord Harvey's prisoners. ”

As he left Southsea Town, the bounty hunters' words of inquiry rang in Bichier's ears word for word.

Bichier's trembling hands gradually clenched into fists, he picked up the axe from the warehouse and shouted angrily at the wood in the corner of the wall!!

Boom! Syllable!

The crackling sound kept ringing in the warehouse, so loud that people outside could hear it.

Squeak~!

The wooden door of the warehouse was pushed open, and Bichir half-bent over the axe in his hand slashed into the wood, his blood-red eyes wide, and he looked at the man in the door with a hideous face.

It's his daughter Ellie...

"Father—" Ellie, dressed in tatters, looked timidly at his father, and she walked in with a patched linen dress and closed the wooden door.

Beecher gasped for breath, his neck and face red for a while before returning to normal. He turned his head, pulled the axe out of the wood, and leaned against the carriage next to him.

"Did something happen? Father? Ellie asked as she took two steps forward and stood behind her father.

Call~! Beechier let out a long breath, he turned his head and looked at his daughter with a forced smile, and said with distress and comfort, "I'm fine, everything will be fine." I promise! ”

At the age of sixteen, Elle was supposed to be the wife of other farmers' children. But her fiancé had already been hanged from the mill at the entrance of the village.

Now, on her face and on her bare chest, purple-blue marks resembling teeth biting and pinching and twisting can be seen everywhere. There is hardly a single intact piece of skin...

Bichiel held his daughter in his arms and patted Ellie on the back, "Everything will be fine, I promise!" ”

Pushing her daughter out of her arms, Bichir said to her, "At night, and..."

Bichiel gritted his teeth and said, "You go and get ready, don't let yourself be hurt too much, don't resist..."

This feeling of almost humiliation made Bichiel angry again! His swaying heart has finally made a decision!!

"Everything will be fine!!"

"I will, father." Elle comforted his father, who sorted out the mess of his clothes, "Be careful of your father, they must not let them be angry with you when they drink too much." ”

Elle is gone, and Bichiel is trying to calm herself, there are so many things to do, you have to hurry!

Walked to the door of the warehouse, leaned on the crack of the door, and looked out for a while. Beechil came to the barrel of the carriage and groped for a few moments in the hay below, when a bottle of potion with a hint of green appeared in his hand.

He carefully slipped the thing into his arms, then carried the barrel out of the warehouse door.

As the night fell, shining stars appeared in the night sky. The Beecher family's farm was bustling with people, and the noise and rough shouting could be heard from afar.

Elle carefully pushed open the black linen curtain in her living room, which was filled with syndicates wearing black capes and trousers. In the fireplace in the middle of the living room, the firewood crackled constantly. The raging fire lit up the room, and the flickering flames reflected the figures, making the temperature inside and outside the room completely polarized.

Ellie timidly lowered her head, protected the pastry on the tray in her arms, and dodged the oily hands stretched out from the crowd on both sides, and headed towards the table where the innermost nobles and gentlemen were sitting.

To the left and right of her walk, all the young girls of the village drank with the villains. Some of the girls were forced to sit in the arms of some people, and their bodies and chests were littered with traces of alcohol. Some of them, with a very reluctant smile, echoed the lewd behavior of these people, because any dodge would bring them several times the revenge, and many of the girls had blue and red scars on their bodies. Others are very and interact with the villains, making some bold movements that are difficult for ordinary people to accept, they cling to the men as if they have no bones, and caressing their lower bodies. These bold behaviors also make the living room often make bursts of enthusiastic noise.

Even in front of Ellie's left, there were two slightly older women, standing on the table, naked and dancing unsightly. A crowd of people gathered around him, whistles and shouts rang out from time to time. What's even worse is that some of the syndicate dregs, directly in this hall, spread their legs and let the girls sit on them...

Ellie hurriedly lowered her head, not wanting to see this scene that made her panic, and went straight to the round table where the nobles and lords were sitting in the innermost part.

In the farm's kitchen, Beecher is chopping lamb on the cutting board with a kitchen knife. On a large platform not far behind him, a roast suckling pig that had been cooked was being colored and spiced under another cook.

There was a bench with a backrest in the doorway, on which sat a syndicate villain supervising their cooking. From time to time, he turned his head towards the location of the restaurant, looking itchy in his heart.

Even if he had a fragrant pig's trotter in his hand, it couldn't silence him from the slutty female voice that came from there.

"You guys! It's better not to play tricks! Otherwise, it will make the old men unhappy. In the end, the man couldn't help it, and the temptation brought by the woman made him drop a few cruel words, and then rushed to the restaurant.

Beecher clattered at the lamb on the board as if they were the villains, chunks of lamb fluttering and flapping all over the kitchen.

"Bechier, you old fellow, do you want their right hand cut off?" The chef behind him, who was feeding the roast suckling pig, turned his head and said dissatisfiedly, "It's shameful to waste, especially mutton!" ”

Syllable! The meat chopping knife slashed the board, and the mutton jumped up and fell to the ground and rolled everywhere! Beecher took off his black, rancid apron, stepped on the lamb on the ground, and came to the other chef's side to watch him work.

"I said, man. Something is wrong with you today! Do you want to be dragged out and hanged by them? The man reluctantly threw away his work, "Be sober, man." It's not just your daughter, but my daughter Shanna is in there! Wouldn't it be nice for us to hurry up and finish all of this and let them suffer less?! ”

Beechel walked to the kitchen door and looked out, then returned to his companion and whispered in his ear, "They're wanted... Lord Harvey, the greatest lord of Lordaeron, declared war on them. ”

"Wanted? What year are they not wanted? Isn't Lord Mabray in Nanhai Town wanted all the time? The man sprinkled red paprika little by little on the roast suckling pig, "Of course! I've also heard that the noble lord of the Silver Pine Forest is a good man, but... You also saw it..."

The gray-haired cook looked up and said, "The whip commander doesn't understand?" Didn't you see that our army here has been surrounding Tarummir and doing nothing? We won't be able to manage it here for a while, and we have to live like this. ”

"Nope! This time it's different! Beechel glanced at the door again, then closed it gently. His partner looked at him strangely and slowly stopped what he was doing.

Bichiel took advantage of this time to give him a complete account of everything he saw in Nanhai Town today.

"You think, we killed them! Is it feasible to capture those Alterac nobles? Bichir stared at his partner with burning eyes, and subconsciously clenched the machete in his left hand.

Boom!

How so?! I'm just a chef..... His partner couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit, which was good, he couldn't get off the boat whether he wanted it or not. The machete in Bichiel's hand, he could see it clearly....

"I spent ten silver coins in Nanhai Town today to buy a bottle of potion from Marcy Apothecary. Just a little bit of it will make anyone stiffen for over an hour! ”

"Where did you get the money?!"

"Your focus is always so strange! Don't talk nonsense! ”

Beecher took the small bottle in his hand and dangled it in front of his partner's eyes, "I'll pour some of them into the ale that will be served in a moment, and you!" ”

He pointed to the roast suckling pig in front of him, "You take it, spill at least half a bottle on the roast suckling pig, I know you can." ”

"Evenly, it's better not to let them see the color of the potion!"

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