After talking to these people, Gross learned that the old beggar in front of him was called Facourt, and he had been an infantry captain of the Northland Legion—

This is the lowest rank above the average soldier in the military sequence, and in a sense, they are still not really officers. As far as Gross knew, those who could hold a certain amount of power in the kingdom's Northland Legion must be from or under the command of a nobleman.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable that the Northland Legion is called the joint private army of the nobles.

And the others, including the man Alved, who had half of his arm broken, were some ordinary soldiers of the former Northland Legion, who were wounded in battle in the "Fog Pine War", swept away by their superiors, and had no means of living because they were disabled and unable to work, and after the little pension was used up, they quickly fell into such a nightmarish abyss as they are now—

What else can they do?

Maybe he can't do anything, he has an ordinary background, and his own strength is not outstanding enough, and now he can only choose a helpless submission to a group of hooligans in Boomer City-

The army of the kingdom has never raised waste, and these people have long been labeled as worthless by those noble lords who are high in the sky.

For them, this is the cruelty of fate.

Gross listened carefully to the veterans, but he didn't tell who he really was—

The veterans seemed to think that he was an officer, like a drowning man who suddenly found a straw, and they wished that Gross would lead them out of the boundless darkness of life, but unfortunately, it was only a misunderstanding that was not beautiful after all.

"Captain Facourt, are there many people like you in the city?"

Boomer's night was full of lights, and when the veterans had told their stories one after another, it was already half an hour later, and Scott rubbed his reddened eyes and a somewhat hoarse throat and asked—

The veterans nodded in front of him and were silent for a moment, and one of them continued, "There are many more, but everyone's experiences are similar, and there are a few guys who are slightly better, and they live in the old town......"

"Gul, Trota and the others are not having a good time staying in the old town, and they only have to do a little bit of energy to carry goods every day to make ends meet......"

The veterans sighed when they talked about their former colleagues, and such a memory seemed to make them regain their former pride, but when the child in the woman's arms cried again, they sadly found that the cold and dark night in front of them, like a fog, was their current life-

"Mom, I miss Daddy—"

"Don't cry, Deedi! Do you remember? You told Dad to be a strong man, Dad has gone far away, and maybe in a few days, he will be back......"

The woman held the child in her arms, about five or six years old, and shook gently, her eyes were full of tenderness and love, and Gross looked over, and the woman just looked up, and in Gross's sight, the face with gray sideburns and gloomy was forcing a happy face.

Perhaps because he devoured half of the bread, the child finally had a little energy and cried more fiercely.

"You're lying to me! Mom, you're a big liar! I know that Dad is dead, he died at the hands of those bad guys. ”

"Didi ......"

The woman was crying silently.

Like a mass of stuff in his throat, Gross didn't say a word, he raised his head and stood in the bustling dark night of Boomer looking into the distance. He suddenly found that his heart was also full of sorrow, the sorrow of the veterans and their relatives, and the sorrow of the Elantic civilians of this age, and he wanted to do something, but the reason in his head kept telling him that he could not do anything——,

He's just a notorious bandit leader.

That's all.

"Captain Facot, do you know where the Brotherhood of the Bloody Hand is located?"

The atmosphere gradually became quiet, and after a long time, Gross's voice broke the silence, and he untied his cloth cloak over the women and children, and turned back to the old man Court.

"Yes."

The veteran's answer was slight.

"Then, lead the way!"

……

Footsteps in the night.

Walk through the brightly lit streets, through the dimly lit alleys -

Boomer's proximity to the shores of the Silver Lake is very ordinary, while the rest of the place is still a relatively gentle hill, with dense houses lining the terrain, and from a distance, the orange lights in the windows are like neat staircases.

Gross didn't have a map, but with the impression of the map of Boomer in his head, the road under his feet continued to rise and fall, and he knew that if he walked through this dark alleyway, he would enter Boomer's old town.

As in the image in his memory, the vague outline of a tall building in the distance had appeared in his field of vision—

This is the civic center of Boomer, with a huge dome resembling a pot lid supported by straight round columns, and at the main entrance, on a heavy giant stone platform, two stone statues at least five meters high are placed.

Statue of a griffon.

Two mighty griffons with outstretched wings.

The city was originally an inconspicuous town on the shore of the Silver Lake, which gradually rose from the middle of the Thorn Dynasty, and later, it became the frontier of the Elantra Kingdom at the beginning of the founding of the kingdom.

This is true regardless of geographical location, population, business and city size.

The town hall built in the time of Edwin I is this tall building, the overall stone structure surface remains traces of thousands of years of rain and wind, it is like a monument carrying the past history, in this quiet night to show the vicissitudes of ancient -

The veteran Method, Court, and Gross walked side by side through the street in front of the town hall, Scott and Levine following closely behind them, and the others did not choose to go to the Brotherhood of the Bloody Hand lair, they stayed where they were, looking after the other veterans, Ms. Visa, and her children.

"Mr. Gross, please be careful about your own safety."

This time, Miss Mage Ladya may have guessed what he was about to do, but she didn't dissuade her, just stood in front of Gross, stared at Gross's face with those beautiful lake blue eyes, and said seriously—

Gross smiled.

Turn away.

……

Derek stood tall in front of the windowsill, and the sight before him was a strip of forest on the shores of the silver lake, with some noble tenant farmers cultivating wasteland, and the three-story house he was in, and the manor, including the forest and fields near the manor, were now in his name—

It was a generous gift from the Earl of Redding Grenfell.

It's just that the dramatic changes his life has undergone these days has given him a dreamlike sense of unreality.

"Nini, do you really like this kind of life?"

The breeze was blowing, and he hugged the girl in his arms and asked softly.