In the city of Ensada, except for some nobles who have some understanding, no one else knows about the relationship between the Ravels and the Count of Lambert-

The countess was once Mrs. Ravel's cousin, and the Count of Lambert, as a lord, loved his deceased wife so much that he showed great care for these crooked relatives.

This is also the key capital for the Ravels to run from the Dortiz Plains to Ensada to become merchants.

Half an hour later, Ravel and his wife had come out of their dwelling carrying two heavy wooden boxes—

There was still a short distance from the dwelling to the outside, which was of great value in the Ensada region, with its gardens and courtyards, but the thought of leaving it far away made Ravel feel a secret sadness—

A sturdy coachman waited in the street outside the courtyard, and when he saw Mr. and Mrs. Ravel, he smiled and took the heavy wooden box, and put it in the carriage, which was not very spacious, but it was more than enough to fit two boxes and Mr. and Mrs. Ravel.

……

"From today onwards, we are returning to Dohertiz, and I wish the Count all the best."

When Mr. and Mrs. Ravel were seated in the carriage, and the coachman waved his whip and prepared to drive away, he heard Mr. Ravel let out a long sigh from behind, and then let out a sigh of embarrassment.

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"Gray Bird", a wall lamp in the tavern hall fell with the shaking of the wall, and the lamp oil instantly spilled on the ground-

The flames spread from the burning wick, and in an instant there was a red fire, and the waiter in the tavern noticed this movement, and with a loud voice, all the men in the tavern stopped what they were doing, and hurriedly extinguished the flames together—

Buckets, mops, brooms, etc., all the tools at hand and at their disposal, were used, and it was not until after several minutes that everyone breathed a sigh of relief—the tavern was not only afraid of not having customers, but also of fire. The former can cause the tavern owner to lose money on a daily basis, while the latter is a loss of money.

"I said, what the hell is going on?"

At this moment, the owner of the tavern, a fat man with burly body and dark skin, came to the hall of the tavern, and he looked at his group of employees with a gloomy face—

In fact, he had just woken up from a good night's sleep, but the sudden shaking of the bed had to make him struggle to get up—his bedroom was in the tavern, and as the owner, he cared enough about his estate.

The fat man stared at the waiters who shrugged their heads one after another, his fat lips trembled a few times, as if he was about to reprimand, but in the middle of the day, he saw a figure in the corner, and he couldn't help but cast his gaze—

The guests in the tavern hall had all run away, and he thought it was just empty, but at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised and curious when he saw the guest who was still in the tavern.

He had to be surprised and curious.

Because, the figure he saw was an old man, who was a little hunchbacked, dragging a lame leg, and was walking towards him.

"I'm sorry, sir. This should never have happened. ”

He frowned, but still expressed his apologies in words - every guest who came to the tavern wanted to drink in peace, but this sudden turn of events had ruined the atmosphere of the tavern.

"No, you don't need to apologize, it's all about you. However, for the sake of the advice of an old man in his last years, I advise you to leave here as soon as possible, sir. ”

"Get out of here? Old man, are you kidding? Where can I go without this? This tavern is all I have. ”

"But it's nothing compared to a small life, is it?"

"Huh? You mean? ”

"I have a hunch that there will soon be turmoil in the city."

The old bell-ringer finally made a Shinto judgment, and when he spoke, his leaky teeth carried a special tone of humor, and his cloudy eyes were always fixed on the tavern owner—

This was an extremely obvious resolute attitude, and seeing the old man speak so conclusively, everyone in the tavern couldn't help but believe it a little.

"Boss, what are we going to do?"

This was the older of the waiters, and he had just followed the crowd out into the street, and the vision of the night sky was so loud and shocking that it would be a clumsy lie to say that nothing had happened on this night in the city.

"Well, wait a minute, I need to think about it."

The owner of the tavern expressed his hesitation, he was not willing to leave, and the ghost knew what it would be like to return if he left the place - several waiters looked at each other, and finally someone made a decision.

"I'm leaving, is that okay? Boss. ”

Despite his decision, the waiter maintained the necessary respect for his boss - he looked at his boss, and more and more people echoed his gaze.

"Well, please!"

The chubby figure took one last look at his employees, turned and went behind the counter, he picked up a quill and began to carefully calculate the tavern's income for the day in the ledger - the old bell-ringer passed in front of him, and his steps were slow, little by little out of his sight, until he disappeared.

The night seemed destined not to be peaceful.

In the street outside the City Lord's Mansion, a sonorous sound of sword drawing instantly completely startled the patrolling soldiers - in the face of the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, there are only two possibilities for drawing the sword in person: one is that the brain is ill, and the other is that it intends to rebel.

But although this group of soldiers thought so, the people on the other side did not think so-

In fact, all the people in this mercenary team already knew Gross's current identity, and if he attacked Ensada's city lord's mansion in the name of the Talon soldiers, it would not be a great sin for the two sides who were already at war-

Of course, attacking the enemy's core hinterland with a team of less than ten people can be seen like a suicide attack in any way, and even if you are lucky, it will be difficult to have a chance to escape.

But this group of mercenaries did these things without hesitation.

Stuart tapped the reins of the horse, the inside of his thigh caught the horse, he raised his long sword, and as the horse under him accelerated, he rushed straight into the encirclement of the soldiers - the sword light and the sword shadow, just a glance, several soldiers fell in a pool of blood, the sound of shouting was loud, more mercenaries joined the battle-

Perhaps it is not quite appropriate to describe the picture as a battle, because the strength of one side was completely overwhelming, and in less than a minute, like a farmer's scythe sweeping through the wheat field, all the soldiers on patrol were collapsed, dead and wounded. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~