Chapter 52: The Beginning of It All

Amüller returned to the room with a heavy hand, he had been a baron's bodyguard and could have a room in the baron's palace, but since following the butler he had come out and bought a house on his own.

This house is just near the Baron's Palace, just a very ordinary resident's room, a bedroom and a hall, where you can cook and eat. But at this time, he was not in the mood to eat, he slammed the door with a "coax...", and made a loud noise, and even the snow on the roof slid down a large area.

Standing in the small bedroom, he kicked over the chair at the end of the bed, and the wooden chair slammed into the stone wall with a huge force, turning into a pile of debris and splashing on the ground. Amul would love to stomp the wooden bed in two with one kick, and he has the strength. But he clenched his fists and tried to restrain his impulses, knowing that if he did, the noise would definitely attract the attention of the guards in the Baron's Palace.

Since the last assassination of the baron, the siege of both the baron's side and the baron's palace has been increased several layers, and this place is so close to the baron's palace.

He let go of his fist, but the anger in his heart was in his heart, and he strode out of the bedroom, and returned to the bedroom with a bottle of wine in the kitchen. He fell headlong into the bed, drinking and thinking about what he had just seen.

Born into a very ordinary family, Amulle grew up listening to the Baron's heroic stories, and like many ordinary boys in Doboertown, he dreamed of becoming the Baron's bodyguard and protecting the Baron.

He succeeded, he succeeded in becoming the baron's bodyguard, and what made him even more grateful was that he was favored by the young master, and had the opportunity to learn from the old butler, he knew how rare this opportunity was, and many companions were happy for him, and he was always grateful to the young master in his heart.

He always thought that he might be like the old butler, serving the Rheinryth family for a lifetime, and repaying the young master's kindness with a lifetime of service.

But since Shirina came to the Baron's Palace, he has changed.

He found himself in love with this elegant and beautiful aristocratic lady, and although he knew that he was unworthy of it no matter what, he just couldn't forget it. He likes to see her, he likes to see her laugh, even if it's not to himself.

He also knew that the husbands of these noble ladies would be nobles, and from the old butler's words, he also learned that the old butler intended to let the young master marry Miss Silina. He chose kindness before kindness and love, he forgot about it, and worked diligently for the young master without the slightest sloppiness.

When he thought of this, he seemed to see Miss Shilina standing in front of him with a smile on her face in beautiful clothes that day, and said, "You are Amulle, I heard the housekeeper say that you are Shirina." "Her smile is so beautiful.

She was like a pear blossom in winter, pretty, elegant, and Amuller swore that it was the beautiful girl he had ever met in his life, and that God had given her a gift.

He was upset, on the one hand, the young master's kindness, and on the other hand, the love he couldn't resist. He took a sip of wine, the cold water flowing into his stomach, with a burning sensation, and he was a little drunk.

He seemed to see Shirina sleeping next to him, she was wearing the same dress he saw tonight, and it was he who entered her room, not the young master, not the young master.

He fell asleep, and the drink wet the bed.

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On the silent snowfield, a man walked alone, surrounded only by his footsteps and the cry of a white wolf in the distance, far away and silent, the lilac moonlight shining on the snow, and the moonlight reflected by the snow shone on his face, he was Theron.

Stopping, Theron exhaled, white mist around his face, he looked at a river not far away, crouched down, took out the map rolled up from his leather coat, spread it on the snow, and looked around by the moonlight.

"Good, it doesn't look like you're going wrong." Theron looked around, looking at the characteristic sights, such as the peculiarly shaped mountain peaks to the south and the river in front of him. Heavy snow covers everything, but there are things that can't be covered by heavy snow.

"It's the province of Carlin ahead," Theron carefully rolled up the map, put it in his leather coat, and said to himself, "If it weren't for the Rhinereth family and the White Wolf tribe defeating the orc forces in Fort York, I wouldn't have had to go so far to come to Carlin Province, but it doesn't matter, the White Bear tribe will not escape death after all." He walked on the frozen river with his feet raised, his eyes shining.

He had been following the route he had planned for himself to the province of Kalin since he left the White Bear Tribe, and he was also a barbarian to the White Bear Tribe, who must have been eager to eat his flesh and drink his blood. But he has lived in the dwarf white bear tribe for more than ten years, and he knows the temperament of those barbarians in the white bear tribe, so even after rummaging through the mountains, the white bear tribe still has not found the slightest shadow of Theron, even the hunting dogs of the white bear tribe.

Theron has a way of tricking the simple-minded barbarians, and the hounds, he only needs a small means to get those hounds around. He tore the rags from his clothes and tied them to the snow hare, who ran away with strips of cloth that smelled of him, and the hounds followed him.

And he's about to reach his destination.

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The next morning, Shirina woke up early, he kept in mind what he had said last night, indeed, to run to the back of his mind thoughts that he shouldn't have, and that there were still many things for her to do today.

He came to the butler, looked left and right, and asked strangely, "Butler, why hasn't Amul arrived?" Didn't he always arrive early? ”

The butler shook his head, he was also a little strange, he was very satisfied with Amul as a student, not only was he serious and intelligent, but he was also very diligent, and he had to be the first to arrive every day.

But there was no time to think about it now, there were many things going on today, and they had to ask their subordinates to move out of the warehouse all the things that could be traded, and put them on the wagons of the caravan.

Most of these things are furs and decorative bottles seized from the orcs, and most of the weapons are melted into iron ingots, some of which are traded with iron merchants, and most of the rest are here, and they will be exchanged for food, clothing, salt, and medicinal materials urgently needed by the territory through the caravan.

Engels also arrived early, asking the caravan people to help carry the supplies, these orc things may not look worthless in Qin Feng's eyes, but in the south, those nobles prefer this thing, maybe they are using orc things to show their bravery! Although this practice is ridiculous.