The deeper into the forests of the Nogo Mountains, the sunlight became dimmer, and the white mist that permeated the trees and trees began to thicken—

During this cold season, most of the wild animals have shrunk their range, and with the exception of some hibernating species, others are only forced to burrow into sheltered tree burrows or burrows in search of food.

This hunt took more time than usual.

Luckily, the harvest was not bad, and a full hour had passed since the killing of the bear monster, and Gross and his companions caught an adult male boar in the forest-

The long, sharp fangs showed the beast's wildness, but under the swordsmanship of the bandit leader Gross, the beast had no time to exert its might before it was stabbed in the heart with a precise blow from the sword.

And Oliver and Levin, the tacit cooperation between the ranger and the assassin, also caught a nest of gray-haired rabbits, judging from the color of the coat, this litter of rabbits of all sizes is very similar to the one that Gross captured earlier-

Maybe this is a family, but this time it's good, it's a family reunion.

And an orange stag with white markings, which was the trophy of Scott and Miss Mage—

Under the fireball of Radia's left cannon, the frightened deer panicked and crashed into the thick stump, just in time for Scott, who was chasing after him, to pick up a big bargain.

Loaded on.

Although an embarrassing incident happened not long ago, everyone was very careful not to mention it again, and Gross was happy to reveal it-

Walking out of the reckless forest and seeing the familiar scenery in the Nogo mountains that it was almost noon, Gross looked up and noticed that too much time had passed before he knew it.

It's more than an hour late than usual.

"Levin."

He shouted.

Levin, who was carrying a large bag with a litter of rabbits, turned his head.

"How much more food do we have? I mean, is there enough meat for lunch today? ”

Gross asked. He grasped two gray hooves with both hands, and carried more than two hundred kilograms of wild boar behind him—a level of weight that was not much of a burden for him with the strength of an inaugurated high-ranking warrior.

"I want to think about it...... What did we eat for dinner yesterday, Oliver? ”

"Wild vegetables with mashed potatoes, lettuce, and roasted. By the way, there is also some wolf meat, which tastes very good. ”

"Uncle York is going to make wolf meat into jerky."

Scott added. Together, he and Oliver carried the deer, which had its four hooves tied up and a sturdy, thick branch in between.

In addition to these large game, they also caught several pheasants and some saprophytic fungi that were harvested from dead tree stumps.

Gross nodded, and he remembered that even if they were a little late in going back today, the meat for lunch wouldn't be a big problem.

……

One, two, three......

Some of the mercenaries stood where they were, while others went into one house after another, driving out the old men and children inside—

At Randall's orders, the old men and children stood in a neat row. In winter, the outside world is very cold, and the old people shiver in the cold wind, and several children, including Little Funi, drag a string of sticky snot bubbles, while inhaling from time to time to withdraw the snot into their noses, while looking at this scene in horror-

If they lose their house, they are likely to freeze to death during this long winter in Northdinogo.

However, these things are not in Randall's consideration. He was an aristocrat, not a philanthropist overflowing with love—

There are many farmers and commoners who can't survive the cold winter every year, which is not unusual in the three northern realms of the kingdom. What's more, they don't belong to the Jeffrey family's lords.

Randall, who was riding on a white warhorse, was majestic, and he looked at this group of young men with angry faces, and smiled—

The lion never cares about the wrath of the ants. These chopping board fish seem to have understood their situation, and they did not take advantage of the situation to kill the killer, which is already considered the mercy of the Jeffrey family.

"I, Randall Jeffrey, declare lawful possession of the Ampton Mine."

He took out the sealed certificate of contract from his bosom, and raised it at the old York's group, at this time he didn't care whether these people knew the words, paused, and his voice was flat:

"I'm sorry, you've been banished by the Jeffrey family. Please leave the Ampton mine immediately, immediately. ”

"Bastards, you shameful aristocrats—"

There was a young man who held the sword in his hand, which was only half cut in his hand, and the blade was broken in unison, and was about to resist—

The expression on Randall's face instantly turned cold, but before he could draw his sword, the mercenary beside him had already swung his sword.

A sharp scimitar slashed at the arm.

Blood was spilled.

An arm fell, and the young man fainted in pain.

"Anthony, you-"

The leader of the Red Feather Mercenary Regiment, Cang Lan hurriedly persuaded - although she was a mercenary, she had never been a bloodthirsty and ruthless person.

It was her subordinate who wielded the knife, this mercenary was tall and thin, with an abrupt hooked nose, and after hearing Cang Lan's shout, he looked at Christopher, the deputy head of the regiment, beside him with a strange face.

"Cang Lan, it is a capital crime for a pariah to assassinate a nobleman, and we have already left our hands."

The bearded man chuckled. He stole a glance at Randall, and when he noticed the hint of approval in the young nobleman's eyes, his voice grew more and more proud.

Mercenaries, collecting money to do things, not to mention cutting off an enemy's arm, even if it kills someone, it is a very normal thing.

It's just that Cang Lan suddenly felt her eyelids jump wildly, as if she had an extremely uneasy premonition.

The young men, surrounded by swords and spears, were excited, and the old men raised their arms tremblingly, or wept, or scolded—

In the mercenaries' hands, the cold light Sensen's weapon was raised higher, and old York, dragging a lame leg, walked to the front, spread his two arms, and stopped in front of these young men—

"Let's leave."

His shriveled face was like a cold, lifeless stone, his lips twitched a few times, and the wrinkles on his forehead and cheeks seemed to deepen, and he looked back at the group of lads—

Again, "Let's go." ”

Old York knows very well that the current disparity in strength between the two sides is huge, and resistance is just a senseless death.

He couldn't watch everyone die—Gross and his party hadn't returned yet, but he believed that the bandit leader would always show up, guarding them with his sword, as usual.

The young man supported the old man, and the old man led the child and walked slowly towards the outside of the gate.

At this time, the sun was strong, but it could not dispel the chill soaked in the bone marrow. At the end of the line was old York, who had trouble with his legs and feet, and the mercenary named "Anthony" laughed when he saw his slow movements, and whipped him the back.

Randall, on the white horse, let out a long breath, thinking that he had finally done this well.