"Brother Snowlan, how are you doing? Didn't get hurt, did you? In the carriage, Theresa asked with concern.

Snorlan chuckled, "Theresa, you've asked a few times, I haven't been injured lately, don't worry, Theresa, I'll definitely tell you if I have something." ”

Theresa nodded heavily and said, "Brother Snowlan, if you are injured, you must tell me!" ”

Leslie couldn't help but chuckle at this time, "Theresa, it's useless to tell you!" You're not a doctor either! ”

Theresa pouted angrily: "That's better than you, right?" What else would you do but sneak up in the back? ”

Leslie sneered, "You won't even sneak attack behind people's backs!" ”

Snorlan sighed, the two little girls were arguing more and more happily, and he had to come forward to persuade him: "Okay, okay, you are a mage, a thief, and you have different occupations!" What is this comparable to! ”

Leslie stuck out her tongue, and Theresa pouted.

"Leslie, how many years older than Theresa, you're fifteen years old this year, it's time to mature a little, why are you still like a child?" Snorlan looked at Leslie, this little girl was indeed smart and clever, but sometimes it was quite a headache.

"And you, Theresa, Leslie is your sister, you can't talk to your sister so politely, you know?" Snorlan pinched Theresa's little face.

Theresa smiled and threw herself into Snowlan's arms coquettishly, Snowlan didn't think much about it, she just felt that this was a child's unique dependence, Leslie saw this scene, couldn't help but spit out, and said dissatisfiedly: "There are still people here!" You two pay attention, okay? ”

Theresa poked her head out of Snowlan's arms and grimaced. Snorlan couldn't help but feel a little big, but at the same time he was also very relieved, Teresa was getting more and more lively during this time, and the Theresa he saw before was always obedient and sensible, but he lacked the liveliness of a child, and now it may be influenced by Leslie, Theresa is getting more and more lively, I have to say, this is a good thing.

Port Ward is huge, with hundreds of thousands of people, thousands of shops, countless citizens, merchants, and craftsmen who lived in the city, who were born, grew up here, and will die here; Ward Harbor is also very small, and it is only a little more than an hour to drive a horse-drawn carriage from the West Gate of Uptown to the western suburbs.

Carmelo was in a steady hurry, he was not in a hurry today, and he also had the heart to slow down and not to attract too much attention, so after more than an hour, the carriage finally arrived in the western suburbs. The scenery of the western suburbs is very good, the mountains are full of wild flowers, in this quiet noon, most of the people choose to go back to the house to rest, the sky is clear, the wind and waves are calm, this is a good weather for a nap.

When Snorlan saw Carmelo stop the car, he lifted the curtain and asked, "Mr. Carmelo, are we here?" ”

Carmelo parked the carriage and tied the horse, and said, "Yes, it's not far from there, after all, we can't swagger in front of them and tell them that we are here to clean them up." ”

Snorlan smiled awkwardly, and he also reacted, he had just asked a stupid question. He, Theresa, and Leslie got out of the carriage, and it was a small hillside with green grass and the smell of flowers in the air. It's a great place for the citizens of Port Ward to rest and bring their families to go on a picnic, but the recent tension has been so high that the citizens don't dare to leave the city walls and go outside the city - they don't know where Segou's scouts will wander, and if they do, they will surely die. As a result, there is no one left in this mecca for weekend picnics, only the unchanging beauty remains here, beckoning bees and butterflies to stop by.

In a grove not far from this hillside, there is a hidden cave, which was originally the home of a bear, but recently a new group of robbers has taken possession of the cave, and the original owner of the cave has become a meal for the bandits.

This group of bandits was led by Ingalls, who was originally the city guard of Ward Harbor, and when Desmond, the head of the town hall, handed over Midtown to the dock brotherhood a while ago, he dismissed a large number of city guard bastards who were not fast, did not fight strongly, and ate a lot of thieves. It stands to reason that a bronze high-ranking like Ingles is also a leader in the city guards, but his brother-in-law has a deep contradiction with the son-in-law of Desmond's second aunt's family.

Ingalls took a dozen city guard soldiers who were also laid off to make a living, but Desmond had already made a statement, and whoever dared to take Ingles would not be able to get along with him. It stands to reason that usually such robbers who dare to commit crimes next to the city will be eliminated as soon as possible, but now that Port Ward itself is difficult to protect, who has the leisure to take care of a few robbers? The adventurers are also hurrying to leave Port Ward, and no one has taken the commission to clear the robbers, and in this way, Ingalls's gang has been crazy for a while, robbing several caravans and pedestrians a dozen times, but no one has taken care of them.

However, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, can Ingalls and these people really rob here for a long time without punishment? Of course not. Carmelo decided to use them as Snowlan's whetstones, using their blood and lives to improve Snowlan's fighting skills. Ingalls should know that banditry is a high-risk profession after all. How can there be a truth in the world that only kills people and not is killed? Justice is called justice because it always triumphs over the long development of intelligent beings.

Ingalls' men roasted lambs and brought wine to Ingalls—the fruits of the robbery. There is nothing better than this, and these lambs and crates of wine may be the last hope of the poor little merchant, who has staked all his possessions in the hope of making a small profit, and then making his business bigger and bigger. But for these robbers, these things are just a few days' rations, a tool to fill their stomachs and indulge in pleasures.

Of course, this was a matter of no concern for the poor little merchant who bought them, for he had already perished at the hands of these robbers.