The streets were noisy, the crowds were screaming, and the city's thugs finally had their best night, setting fire to the scattered piles of debris along the streets, the withered and unbudding seedlings in the green belt, the ownerless wagons, and the looted goods that they eventually recognized as worthless—

These goods were varied, including earthenware pots and pans and some daily utensils, but the thugs were clearly no longer planning to live a good life, and they rushed into the shops and houses, and after a few moments, they returned with a smug smile on their hideous faces.

But at ten o'clock in the evening, which is also the time when the curfew begins on ordinary days, their good days are over—

Columns of soldiers returned from the city lord's palace and began to arrest the rioters in the streets along the way, a process that was not without bloodshed, but how could some rabble compete with the well-trained and well-equipped army, at first the mob was still menacing and unceremonious in the face of the soldiers under the leadership of these officers, but when one sharp and cold spear after another mercilessly pierced their chests, they finally knew their mistake-

But there is no regret medicine in this world, and their sins must be washed away through their own blood and lives—

Throughout the city of Ensada, news of the army beginning to restore order spread quickly, and in other neighborhoods that were still in chaos, the thugs began to panic, some tried to find a safe place to hide, while others became even more frantic -

The fire in the city is still spreading, and the raging flames have changed the once prosperous and rich Northland city beyond recognition, and you can see buildings crumbling in flames everywhere, and the ruins are full of charred black colors and curling green smoke.

The maiden Violet walked on the battered carriage, the reins of which were a sturdy rope of thick linen woven into her delicate skin, and she saw the bright red mark on her shoulder, but at the thought of Mr. Knight, who was still unconscious in the carriage, she gritted her teeth and walked away—

So many things had happened that night, pain, exhaustion, hunger, all kinds of feelings, she almost felt that she couldn't hold on at all, but when she looked back at Mr. Knight's peaceful face, she gave birth to a little strength—

Such a state of affairs should perhaps be called a miracle of faith, and until now, Violet did not know how she had used her hands and feet to carry Mr. Knight's heavy body to the carriage, and by the way, the equally heavy weapon—

She looked at it, and it was a scythe that was several sizes larger.

How could anyone use such a weapon?

Violet had seen some of the knights, and she remembered that the heroic knights usually used elegant swords or mounted spears, symbols of courage and hope.

One end pulled the carriage forward, and the other end of her head came up with a lot of strange thoughts—

As a local resident, she was very familiar with the nearby neighborhoods and laneways, and the carriage had not yet left the slums north of the city, but she had already left far from its previous position, and after walking this section, she saw the skyrocketing fire that reflected people's faces red in the night, she had just barely slipped through a cramped alley on the right-hand side, the carriage bumped against the wall, and to be honest, she was very worried about whether it would disturb Mr. Knight behind her.

She paused, as if intending to take a break. The friction of the reins against her skin made her feel a burning pain, and it was the salt of the sweat that seeped into the wound - the surroundings seemed to become quiet, and at this time, she heard a cacophony of voices—

The sound of footsteps, the sound of orders, the sound of shouts of fighting, she peeked through the intersection of the alleys, and in the middle of the street were groups of heavily armed soldiers, and, from a distance, a column of cavalry, these cavalrymen were draped in metal armor, and the cloaks were waving in the wind in the gallop of the horses, and she saw the emblem above, which was none other than the Northland Legion of the kingdom—

The civilian girl didn't know the essence of the Northland Legion, and when she saw that the kingdom's army finally appeared, a heavy heart couldn't help but let go—

She returned to the carriage, and Mr. Knight was still in the cold, dusty carriage like a dead dog, and she stared at the gray face, and suddenly felt as if a knife had pierced her heart—

The kind Mr. Knight rescued her from the thugs and gave her the miraculous holy water of life, but she couldn't even make Mr. Knight lie down comfortably.

Violet couldn't hold back her tears, but she quickly turned around, wiped her moist eyes with her sleeve, sorted out her appearance a little, and then, walking towards the soldiers in the street—

The soldiers saw a girl in ragged clothes who had lost her right hand walking towards them at this moment, and although there were still tears on her face, her beautiful face, even if it was smoky and burning, could not hide it—

The officer at the head is from the city guards, and he is not a real king ** team, but when he saw the miserable situation of the girl in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a deep sympathy from his heart-

He took a deep breath and stepped forward:

"How can I help you? Little girl. ”

Although the city guards of Riensada did not have the habit of helping ordinary civilians, what had happened in the city since this brutal riot had aroused the sympathy of most people, and at this time, when they saw the injured and crippled girl, even if the officer did not take the initiative to speak, his soldiers spontaneously approached the girl.

Maybe they didn't make a sound, but their hearts had already made up their minds—the girl looked up and smiled hard at them.

"I, my brother, is injured and unconscious, and I would like to ask everyone—"

She said with some embarrassment—Violet, who had lied about the origin of Mr. Knight, bit her lip, and she lifted a strand of hair that fell from her ear, but before her words could be finished, someone responded:

"Did something happen?"

"Why don't you take us to see it?"

The soldiers were babbling, but they still looked nervously at their commander, a middle-aged man who was not tall but had a rather strong build, and the girl had only said half a sentence, but he had already understood. I want to talk about "Gross the Thief" with more like-minded people; Talk about life and find a confidant~