The dilapidated town, with only a few scattered buildings, can be seen to be very few inhabited, so few that there are only a few families. About a few kilometers from here there is a town, and the people who live here rely on the occasional handyman to buy some supplies.

The brick-red sandwork walls were somewhat damaged, and from time to time the wind mixed with the sand blew in and spilled onto the floor in the corners. A middle-aged man in a coarse linen coat sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of not-so-clean water in his hand.

"Drink some, it'll be fine." The man whispered softly, bringing the bowl in his hand to the mouth of a woman on the bed.

The woman lying on the bed was not very old, probably only in her thirties, but her dry hair and cracked lips made her look old and haggard. Looking at the bowl handed over by the man, she shook her head: "I'm not thirsty. ”

"You're so sick, you should drink more water." The man looked at her and said with a gentle smile, but his voice trembled a little: "It's okay, I've already thought of a way, we'll have money soon." I'll cure you, and then we'll move into town with little Lot······ Trust me, okay? The man said softly and touched the woman's hair.

"I believe in you, Rod." The woman spoke, looking at her husband's gloomy eyes, and there was a little light.

The man gently brought the water to the woman's mouth and whispered, "Well, trust me, I promise." ”

Beside them, a boy of about eleven or twelve years old sat there, the boy's complexion was like that of other children in the desert with some wheat, and although he was living in poverty, his body looked good. It is worth mentioning that he has a pair of very good-looking eyes, very bright, dark pupils with some depth.

At this time, the boy just sat quietly and watched his father feed his mother water, but he was very silent, not like a child of this age, eleven or twelve years old, should be lively and active.

It must have been a little longer, and the sand leaking from the corner of the wall had turned into a small mound, and the woman had fallen asleep, breathing with a full steady. The man named Rod stood up, walked to the door, and lifted a long knife in front of the door: "Lot, take care of your mother, if he needs water, there should be some in the kitchen." ”

Saying that, Rhodes went out, and before leaving, he just took a deep look at his home and closed the door.

"Z." Rod didn't take two steps out of the door, but he heard the sound of the door being opened behind him, and looked back suspiciously.

Lott stood there, a rusty knife in his hand.

Lott was silent for a long time, did not speak, and finally raised his head and looked directly into Rod's eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "You are going to be a robber, right?" ”

Not far from here, there is a gathering point of robbers, who generally do not raid the nearby villages, because they are too poor. They robbed all caravans, and every single order was a big deal. Therefore, if the nearby villagers really can't survive, they go back to them. Sometimes sitting once or twice is enough to eat for a lifetime.

"Right?" Lott asked heavily.

Rod looked at Lot, looked at his son, smiled bitterly, stepped forward, touched his head and said, "I want you and your mother to have a better life, this is Dad's responsibility." ”

Looking into Lot's eyes, Rhodes was a little ashamed, he wouldn't be a good person, but he didn't want to be a waste who couldn't even afford his own responsibilities.

"I'll go too." Holding the short knife in his hand, Lott said firmly.

Rod was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "You stay at home and take care of your mother, do you believe in your father." You are a good boy, you should not be a robber, you will have a better life. ”

"It's also my responsibility to take care of this home." Lott said, "Isn't it? ”

There were some bumps on the horse's back, Anchen straightened his hat and looked up at the unchanged road in the distance. She'd been in the team for a day, but she rarely spoke, and to outsiders she was a silent assassin who often carried a white fox with her, no different from most of them.

In fact, in such a team formed with full interests, it is better to remain silent, and the less personal information is revealed in this way, the more direct it will be when the time comes to divide things and leave, and everyone will no longer have any involvement, nor will it cause any trouble to each other.

"Squeak." Ahri screamed twice in Anchen's arms, and Anchen touched its head and handed it a piece of jerky.

With a neighing sound, Sivir rode his horse and trotted to Cassiopeia's carriage, looking at her looking at the window with a distracted look, wondering what she was thinking: "Opea, how long will it take for us to get to where you are." ”

"Huh?" Oppeia came back to her senses and rode in front of Sivir: "It's about a week or so, what's the matter, can't you wait?" ”

Glancing at Cassiopeia, Sivir didn't say anything more, just frowned and silently followed.

Cassiopeia did not speak again, leaning over her neck and half-snuggling into the carriage. Mental power, however, always kept an eye on Sivir beside him and the thief who followed the convoy at the end. Sivir was nothing, and the thief always made her feel a little bit of nothingness.

The convoy moved forward in the vigilant silence of everyone, except that there was always something to break the silence, as if now, the convoy stopped.

Why stopped, because in front of the convoy, a group of people wearing leather armor with swords in their hands stood in the way.

The people present were all experienced people, and naturally they all knew what had happened, and they had encountered robbers.

"Whew." The wind blew between the convoy and the ranks of robbers, who numbered about a hundred or so men, and although they were not very well equipped and strong, they were numerous. This allows them to always eat well on this road.

At the head was a large brown bearded man, leather armor, bald head, and a chest with thick hair, plus a few scars, and a machete.

"On the other side, keep the money and the woman, and then I'll let you go. Everyone is a civilized person, and we don't want to use force. The robber boss raised his machete and looked at the team of about a dozen people opposite, and there was indeed some disdain.

Looking at the robbers on the other side, Sivir pressed his eyes unhappily, beware of the two guys in the team who were already very troublesome, and there were still people looking for trouble at this time.

An archer approached Sivir and asked in a low voice, "What about the boss?" ”

Sivir looked at the hundreds of people opposite, the general strength was around the ordinary people to the first-level rune force, even the person who was the leader only had the second-level rune force.

In this way, his own strength can actually rob his own head······ Sivir waved his hand with a cold face: "Kill them all." ”

"Yes."

"I said, 'On the other side, did you hear ······?" The boss of the robbers looked at the small convoy of more than a dozen people opposite, and he didn't say anything, and he was a little impatient. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the carriage in the middle looked extravagant, he wouldn't have bothered to rob such a small team.

It's just that before he finished speaking, a streamer flashed, and a feather arrow had already pierced his throat. He opened his eyes, which looked incredulous, and his mouth made some dry and leaky shouts, and blood bubbled in his throat, and he fell to the ground.

"Sen Sen Sen Sen." The mercenaries drew their swords and rushed into the ranks of the robbers in a single flash.

Most of the robbers had not even reacted to the stunned appearance of their boss being killed, and they had already been slashed to the ground.

For a time, screams and wails were heard in the desert. The earthy yellow sand was stained red with blood, and the smell of blood in the sultry air became particularly strong.

Anchen rode his horse and stopped at the back of the convoy, looking at the massacre not far ahead, frowning slightly, but did not say anything.

Neither Sivir nor Cassiopeia had any intention of making a move, and with the speed of those mercenaries, those bandits were estimated to be enough for them to kill for a while.

Thinking about Anchen, he turned over and dismounted, leaned on the edge of the carriage, opened the water bag and drank a few sips. From time to time, the hot wind blew on her face with a fishy stench, which she didn't like, but in such a world, there were some things that she had to get used to.

was in a daze, but An Chen saw a pool of blood stretching not far under the sand slope on the side.

Did anyone run away? Turning his head and glancing in the direction of the robbers, the scene was chaotic, and it was indeed not impossible. If someone escapes, it's likely to cause a second trouble.

"Whew." Exhaling gently, Anchen tied the horizontal around his waist, then, go and dispose of it.

The bloodstain stretched for a short distance before it was cut off under a sand dune behind the convoy. Anchen walked slowly, looking in the direction of the bloodstains.

It was a man with an arrow stuck in his back that ran through his back to his chest, and it looked like he was no longer alive. It's just that in the man's arms, it seems that he is still holding a person.

An Chen narrowed his eyes, it was a child who was only about eleven or twelve years old, and he was shrinking into the man's arms at this time, half of his face was stained with blood. He lay on the man's chest and seemed to be crying bitterly.

Anchen looked at the boy, and her gaze also caught the boy's attention. When the boy saw her, there was a look of panic on his face, as if he wanted to run away with the man behind his back.

Standing in place and silent for a while, An Chen didn't catch up, but just turned around and prepared to leave.

It's just that she had just taken a few steps forward when she heard a childish voice behind her shouting with a trembling voice.

"Robbery! Hand over all the money! ”

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Anchen turned around, and the boy's thin body was holding a rusty short knife, panting, and standing there. His body was shaking, and his hands were shaking violently. It's just that he still looked at An Chen firmly and saw the boy's eyes, which made An Chen very impressed, they were a pair of very good-looking eyes.

The boy looked at An Chen and gritted his teeth: "Robbery!" Hand over all the money! ”

"Robbery?" An Chen was a little funny, what kind of person could think about robbery at such a time.

The short knife trembled in the boy's hand, the boy's thin body looked weak, looking at the smile on An Chen's face, looking at the middle-aged man covered in blood behind him, the boy bit his lip, tears flowed out of his eyes, and shouted with all his strength: "Rob, hand over the money!" ”

An Chen was taken aback by the boy's appearance, as a ninth-level rune force, she was actually frightened by a child who had no rune power at all and was only half old.

A man who cried and robbed, the boy cried bitterly, the knife in his hand clenched, and his hands turned white.

Silently staring at the boy, after a while.

"That's all I have." An Chen untied a money bag from his waist, which contained about three gold coins, and handed it to the other party.

The boy snatched the money bag in Anchen's hand and ran in front of the middle-aged man.

"Dad, I've grabbed the money, we can treat my mother!"

"Dad, don't die, we can go to the city together to live a good life."

"Dad, don't die!"

"Dad."

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Without saying anything more, Anchen left, and on the way she met Sivir. The boy's screams were so loud that the mercenaries who were struggling with the robbers couldn't hear them, but Sivir couldn't hear them.

Anchen walked past Sivir without saying a word.

"You might get us in trouble by doing that." Sivir's voice rang out behind her.

"If that's the case, I'll fix it." An Chen said without looking back, and walked back to his horse.

Looking at the boy crying bitterly with a corpse under the sand dunes in the distance, Sivir held the four-bladed weapon in his hand and snorted, "Hypocrisy. ”

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