He was even prepared to do whatever it takes.

Fortunately, in the end, everything has not turned into that bad situation, Gross looked down at the girl in his arms, and there seemed to be some special emotions in his eyes-

At night, Ensada was full of buildings burning in flames, and with the occasional click, it was clear that the walls were blocked, the structure of the houses was falling apart and turning into a pile of ruins, and the streets were filled with smoke and dust, and the city guards and the Northland Legions, who had begun to put law and order in order, ran back and forth around him.

He hugged the girl, walked slowly, step by step, dragging his tired injured body forward-

His clothes, his whole body, had long been soaked with blood and some filth of unknown origin, and when people noticed this sad young man, they couldn't help but be a little moved—

They saw the girl in Gross's arms, and the severed arm that was close to her wrist, and the girl's expression was extremely peaceful, as if she was asleep—

In fact, the girl Violet is indeed asleep, but when people see such a poignant picture, they would rather make up a tragic story: a pair of young people who are deeply in love with each other in this terrible riot, and they will not leave each other, and they will depend on each other for life and death.

"Woo, I'm so impressed!"

This elderly woman, still wearing thick fat powder and bright lipstick, came to the store with her husband after the army quelled the riots in the neighborhood—

This is the property run by the couple, but in the midst of the night's riots, their property has been attacked by the mob. The inside and outside of the store are broken, and the goods in it are also not a few losses-

Her husband was a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body and a little baldness, who was squatting in the shop at this time to calculate the loss, and he didn't care about his wife's babbling words at all, but this lady seemed to be in need of an emotional confidant at this time, she walked to her husband, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and asked in a choked voice:

"Honey, did you see that? This is love, great love—"

"Ugh."

"If I am the one who suffers misfortune, are you willing to hold me like this?"

The lady continued to ask—her husband glanced at the lady's tank-like stout figure and shook his head, "I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about it. ”

"What!"

The woman's voice suddenly rose to eighty-eight decibels, almost bursting people's eardrums.

Gross naturally didn't have the heart to pay attention to this scene-

The neighborhood where order was restored soon appeared to other people, civilians who had fled the chaos, mercenaries, merchants, and some bards who were accustomed to haunting the lands—

Bards usually like to wear an old ironed gown and narrow-legged trousers, and a tweed hat with a brightly colored feather or two stuck in it. Gross saw the bard run out of the crowd, and soon came to him.

To be exact, it was blocking his way.

The reckless bard looked at Gross, and then at the maiden in his arms, and his face suddenly squeezed out a look of sympathy and compassion, and he put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, as if he was preparing words and tones:

"Sir, it seems that you must have had an unusual night, and I think it should be a touching story, well, I am a well-known bard who has traveled far and wide, so I would like to interview you, I don't know what to do?"

After saying this, he took out a small notebook and a slender quill pen from his coat pocket, and quietly observed Gross's reaction—he saw that the young man's forehead was instantly full of green tendons, like writhing earthworms.

Suddenly, there was an atmosphere of impending a storm.

"Fuck it, fuck off!"

The bard ran far away.

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The night wind blew through the sycamores beside the street, and the jagged leaves fell, and in the middle of this street, there was only a group of mercenaries who were always silent—

Several figures stood in place, looking at the building in the firelight in the distance, a burly man with a broad giant sword on his back muttered to himself with red eyes, and next to him there was a well-dressed guy, who was sighing for a long time—

The girl's red eyes were swollen with the short-handled staff, but tears still flowed from her tear-filled eyes.

"Mr. Gross—"

She repeated the name again and again, and at this moment, she felt as if something in her heart was broken, like a crystal of incomparable purity falling down, and all the beautiful and happy memories of the past were like colorful fragments shattered to the ground, and she tried to pick them up, but the colorful colors of the past blurred her vision—

When she awoke from her memories, she found that all the memories had turned into a dull black and white.

Gray-white castles, cunning bandit leaders full of the art of war;

In the lush Nogo Mountains, in the Ampton mines, there are unkempt but laughing faces;

In the warm room lit up in the middle of the night, the anonymous scholar who explained the various alchemical formulas and even put forward ideas that were refreshing to her;

In the other town of Faun, knights riding black warhorses and charging majestically towards the undead;

The young man who returned from the fortress of Tarun to receive the lord's blessing and described a bright future to them in high spirits;

……

As a mage, she should have been sane and calm enough, but when these things happened in front of her eyes, she finally found herself completely powerless to control the true emotions in her heart.

"Miss Crane, please mourn."

After a long time, a heavy voice sounded in the girl's ears-

The voice was not loud, but the guilt in it slowly overflowed, Matthew and Kenneth came to Radia's side, and looking at the girl's grief-stricken appearance, they felt as if their hearts were crushed with lead, and their throats were so blocked that they could barely say any words—

They had to admit responsibility for Gross's death, and although it was not what they wanted to see, now that it had happened, any words of comfort were superfluous.

At this moment, in the entire "Primal Dream" mercenary group, all the people have fallen into a sad emotion and can't help themselves-

The dazzling white pillars of light in the night sky became the most unforgettable scene in memory, and after that, the night of Ensada returned to its original depth and tranquility, with a grand moon hanging high in the night sky, and starlight looming.

However, they felt a period of confusion and confusion, and the road ahead seemed to have become dark from now on.

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