Act 147 Wen Yan's Hope (Second Update, Asking for Support, Recent Dismal Results)

The night of the Senians is a night of tranquility, peace, and resting souls. The forest is so quiet that it is like a harbor, and the soul can sleep in it.

The daytime strife came to an end after dusk, and the Senia village became calm again. But beyond the shadow of the campfire in the square, a small dark shadow crept into the warehouse on the edge of the Senian village.

Funia inhaled in small gulps, she cautiously glanced left and right, her emerald green eyes full of nervousness—she slowly pushed the door open with her small hand, then sneaked inside, and carefully closed the door from the inside.

It was pitch black in the warehouse, only the skylight above cast a cold moonlight, and the light fell on the ground, a silver glow.

But to a true Senia, this bit of darkness is nothing; The werewolf blood lurking in Senia's body awakens in the darkness, pupils dilated, and the darkness is swept away—every detail of the storehouse is meticulous.

Funia walked over to the clay jar with water, and she tiptoed to carefully fill her water bladder, then closed the lid and looked around.

Although the day's quarrel had ended in nothing, Phonia herself had already figured out that she would go to the Baron by herself—so was what they said—and that she would save them all, and Father and Grandpa would not have to quarrel any more.

She hopes that everyone can live well and no longer have to leave her forever like her mother.

"Mom's ......"

Funia sniffed to keep the tears from falling; She didn't know if she would be able to see her father and grandpa, and everyone else, but it didn't matter, she wiped her eyes - thinking she should be strong enough.

It's like my mother said.

Funia should be strong quickly, and she shouldn't always shed tears; Even if she leaves her mother, she can live with her father strongly, because Funia is also a child of the forest, a Senia.

Funia was covered in blood when she remembered her mother saying this to herself, but her mother was still laughing. Smile so warmly. She rubbed her eyes, feeling the tears still fall.

"Funia, fool......"

She bit her lip and whispered with tears in her eyes.

She scrutinized the one thing she should have brought with her, then stopped, her little heart pounding and put on the clothes and boots that were normally worn only for the rituals.

Girls always love beauty, even if they don't know what they are going to face, but she is still willing to satisfy her little selfishness in the end-

She thought that at this time, everyone should not punish her.

But anyway, no matter.

Funia thought with a little willfulness, and she smiled a little smugly with tears in her eyes.

And then what else?

That's right, mom ** flute.

The little girl was stunned, and with some reluctance she took the short wooden flute hanging there from her neck, and she picked it up and looked at it, carefully stroking the body of the flute, but finally gently put it aside.

"It's for Daddy," she thought to herself, "and when he sees this, Daddy thinks of Funya and Mommy." ”

She blinked her astringent eyes and let go of her hand a little reluctantly, then she put her hands on her knees and hesitated for a moment. Once you've made sure there's nothing left behind, you're ready to get up.

But it was at this time that the little girl felt something cold touch her hand.

Phonia shuddered slightly.

She turned her head as if she had been frightened, her emerald green eyes widened, but she saw a bright silver sheathed dagger reaching out of the darkness - Funia subconsciously looked up, and she immediately saw the gentle eyes in the darkness - and the dagger in the other hand's hand was being handed to hers.

"Big ...... The brother ...... "Ahhh

That's Brando.

The young man standing motionless in the darkness looked at Funia with a silent encouragement—

"When you go out, be sure to remember what you want to defend yourself." He replied gently.

Funia was stunned.

A smile appeared on Brando's face, and he slowly stepped out of the darkness; Come to Phnia, sit down beside her, and take the little girl's hand—shove the silver dagger into her hand, and close it for her.

"Brother...... Elder brother......? Funia asked, puzzled.

"Call me Brother Brando," Brando looked at the little girl carefully, her bravery and helplessness softening his heart infinitely; But this qiē finally turned into a smile, and he turned his head: "So you're going to go alone, Phonya?" ”

The little girl lowered her head and did not answer.

"I know," Brando nodded, letting out a long sigh of relief, "Come on—"

Funia was stunned, she looked up in surprise, only to see that Brando had already stretched out a hand to her, and tilted her head and looked at her with a smile: "Brave lady, would you like a knight to accompany you on a trip?" ”

Funia opened her mouth, not knowing what to answer.

But at last the little girl blushed, nodded vigorously, and put her hand in Brando's palm in embarrassment.

Brando chuckled, nodded at her, took her hand and stood up with Funia on his feet. He turned his head again, looked at the silver moonlight on the ground, and smiled faintly:

"Alright, let's go and see who that Baron is."

"Big ...... Brother? Phonia turned to look at him.

"Don't worry, Funya," replied Brando, calmly, "just as the Senians have to give hope to their people, and I have to give hope to myself; Therefore, Funia-"

"Even if it's this world, this time I'll defeat it for you."

……

Even late at night, the Baron's castle was still brightly lit; The hall was bustling with people, but Grudin's face was gloomy, his cold gaze falling through the arched stone windows of the castle into the night.

And there, above the first-line plain under the night, there was also a firelight, a brilliant one.

Seven clerks stood beside the ruthless baron in turn, and they were divided, but none of them dared to speak. Finally, it was Grudin's henchmen who bowed down and replied in a deep voice:

"My lord, the mercenaries are gathered outside the city, and I am afraid that our people are about to be overwhelmed."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was coldly glanced at Grudin, who had withdrawn his gaze. In the second half of the sentence, he choked and had to swallow it back into his stomach.

'Bang dang dang' was shattered.

The baron stretched out his hand and swept all the sumptuous supper on the table in front of him to the floor. His sudden rage startled everyone present, and the servants retreated in silence, lest an unhappy one be dragged out of the cross by the moody lord and hanged outside.

You must know that the blood stains on the corpses of those mercenaries and adventurers have not dried yet.

"Stupid."

Grudinin said coldly, "Let me ask you, why haven't Kairi's cavalry returned yet?" ”

His henchman swallowed dryly and replied, "I was probably stopped outside the city by the mercenaries......"

"Approximately?" A cold glint flashed in Grudin's eyes.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but our people can't get out of the city, because the mercenaries are blocking the city. So I didn't get any news for a while......"

"Mercenaries, mercenaries, mercenaries, you won't think of a way?" The Baron was eager to throw the fork in the man's face, and he roared, "You're not going to kill them all?" ”

"This ......"

His henchmen were embarrassed for a while, and said that there were more than a dozen mercenaries outside the city, and there were adventurers, who were already favored by Martha if they didn't take advantage of the situation, how could they have the ability to kill each other and kill each other? What's more, during the day, I told you not to kill so many mercenaries, just teach the other party a lesson - but you didn't listen, relying on the support of the undead army of Madara behind you, and doing things without considering the consequences, which caused such a ** annoyance.

In the end, it turned out to be the stupidity of the people below them.

Of course, if you think about these words in your heart, I am afraid that if he really says them, he will die. So I could only keep my head down and wait for Grudin's mind to change.

Grudin's silence was momentary, and he realized what was wrong with it. However, he was not too worried, and just coldly threw the fork to the ground.

"What about the people of Madara?"

"Do you want to call them?" The henchman immediately raised his head.

"Of course, they have their share in that matter, and you can just tell them the truth - I just need a result, and I don't want to see those filthy and lowly mercenaries in my territory tomorrow morning."

Baron Gruding waved his hand and replied coldly.

Is it really killing?

Everyone's faces changed, and this is not a trivial matter.

……

But as Grudin's henchmen say, the mercenaries, though they gather, are not all intent on seeking justice from the local authority, a lord of power in the kingdom.

The bonfire burned brightly, reflecting the faces of everyone present.

The young wizard apprentice looked at everyone present with a cold face, and his gaze swept over the faces of these people one by one. Among them were the Grand Master of the Mercenaries, the representatives of the adventurers' ranks, and some wandering mercenaries: but apart from the indignant look on their faces, most of them hid their own little calculations in their hearts.

The young man sighed, he knew that revenge today seemed a little unlikely, but he could not swallow the death of so many of his companions.

He couldn't help but clench his fists, but asked indifferently on his face, "You really don't want to get up and fight?" So many people have died, but you choose to be cowardly silent, have you ever thought that we, who are lowly in their eyes, are our lives really worthless and can be trampled on? ”

"Companions, friends, and comrades-in-arms, they are still cold, and you have already accepted your fate?"

But his questions are like throwing themselves into a bottomless pit, never echoing.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.

"That's it?" But someone in the crowd asked in a whisper.

"Otherwise, it's a nobleman." The other replied dejectedly.

"Not just nobles, but lords." Someone added.

"Can the lord kill people at will?" The young man said angrily, "It doesn't seem to be in the kingdom's legal code, right? Can't you feel a little anger at the corpses that are still hanging on the cross, who were your living companions just a few hours ago? ”

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