Not long ago, the elite mercenary group, which was so powerful that it seemed invincible, was wiped out, and in a form of combat that no one had ever seen before, it fell like harvested wheat in a row.

And a group of heavily armed soldiers came out of the woods and began to clean the battlefield and count the corpses.

The outcasts were poor people living in the lowest strata of society, and at best they were freedmen who were struggling to get by, and these uneducated and unseen people could not see that the soldiers were equipped any differently than the other aristocratic armies - they all looked like they were all equally expensive steel armor, and they all had swords in their hands (although they didn't use them at all), and they were just as vicious and terrifying.

The displaced people who had fled to the depths of the camp due to the explosion had no way out, and were soon found by these unknown soldiers from stone caves and dilapidated tents, and brought to the square where they had gathered before.

For most people in this era, robbers, mercenaries, and soldiers are the same, and in fact the roles are indeed interchangeable at any time.

Joan cowered at the edge of the crowd, carefully lowering her presence, she didn't know where these soldiers came from, but they were uniformly equipped and acted in an orderly manner, obviously the troops of a certain noble lord, and why would a noble lord suddenly run to exterminate a mercenary group? It's hard to say, but in any case, it's certainly not for the rescue of a group of "untouchables".

Maybe they're going to do the same thing as the mercenaries before them - capture some slaves and go back, and while the orthodox nobles rarely do these things themselves, there are deviant nobles in the savage and chaotic South.

The unusually tall man was supposed to be the leader of the men, he commanded another knight and a girl who appeared to have elven blood, and all the soldiers around him were in awe of him, and after the assignment, the tall man walked this way.

The homeless people gathered together in fear, many of them had bruises from being pushed and falling, and Gawain really couldn't tell which of them was the "leader" of this refugee team, so he stood next to the pile and said loudly: "I am the lord of this land, you don't have to be afraid, I am here to protect you - are all your people together?!" Are there any missing or injured people who can't move? ”

These refugees were startled by Gawain's loud voice, and then by his lordship, and their first reaction was to retreat in unison, and then you look at me and I look at you, and none of them dared to answer.

Gawain frowned, and at this time, Priest Wright had already wiped the blood stained on his hands due to the "silence technique" and came to Gawain's side.

"The Light is above! Look at the physical condition of these poor people! The strong man priest exclaimed, drew a sacred symbol on his chest, and then opened his hands to chant the words, and a hazy and holy light appeared in the air in all directions, and as Wright recited the specific words in the prayer of the Holy Light, these glimmers gradually formed a magic that can restore energy and heal minor injuries on a large scale, "May the Holy Light heal you." ”

Except for when they were punished, the poor people at the bottom rarely had the opportunity to get close to the real magic or magic, and a large-scale "micro-effect holy light technique" was only the most basic first-level magic technique, but it still made these people in awe, and even slightly commotioned.

Wright, on the other hand, found the more seriously injured among the refugees after performing this basic magic spell, and the weak magic had no effect on them, so he pulled them out of the team one by one and treated them individually.

A black-haired, thin girl was more seriously wounded than the others, and her wound had worsened for more than a day, and one of her arms and shoulders had been bitten by some kind of fanged beast, which had broken her bones and bones, and had produced an infection in this harsh environment, and the new wound on her face was nothing more than this one.

"You're in luck," Wright said with the light, purifying the infected wound on Joan's arm, "look, look, it's all starting to suppurate—in a few days you'll have a high fever and you won't even be able to save your life!" ”

Joan could feel that her injuries were getting better at an incredible rate, and the noble lord who claimed to be the lord standing next to her had turned his attention to her, and she heard the other person speak: "Didn't the injury on your arm be caused by those mercenaries?" ”

“…… It was bitten by a wild beast. Joan restrained her nervousness and replied fearfully.

"What about the face?"

"They were whipped by them."

“…… Don't be afraid, these mercenaries won't be able to hurt you anymore," Gawain comforted the scarred girl, "How many of you are there?" Is it all here? ”

Joan's mind flashed to Tom's figure, and she bit her lip, not knowing whether to speak or not.

"You don't have to worry, I've already said it, I'm the lord here—this land belongs to the Cecil family, and you have been placed under the protection of my army," Gawain smiled, "The Cecil family is committed to restoring order to this land, and we are looking for and collecting the homeless scattered in this area. ”

Speaking of this, he raised his head and raised his voice: "It's not just you - if you know of other outcasts, you can tell me that as long as you obey the laws set by Cecil, I will allow every homeless person to live in this land, and those who provide information about the homeless people will receive an additional reward!" ”

The crowd stirred slightly, this kind of "aristocracy opens the door and accepts the homeless to live in the territory" is something they have never heard of, most people's first reaction is surprise and disbelief, and some people wonder if this is some kind of trap, but the "extra reward" attracts their attention, Joan can feel the crowd behind her shaking, these "companions" who have been starving all day and day are not very strong-willed, she heard someone speak-

"Sir, lord, most of us have fled from the Condor Territory," said a dark, shriveled and thin man boldly, "and there was a flood there, and the land and houses were destroyed, and all the food was destroyed...... Do you really let those of us who fled live on your land? ”

"As long as you obey the laws of the land, and do as I do," Gawain affirmed, "and rest assured that the laws of Cecil are far more merciful than the laws which you were meant to obey." ”

"That ......"

The shriveled and thin man was about to say something more, when suddenly there was a noise in the woods, and Knight Philip had returned from patrolling the woods with a dozen soldiers, and two of them were escorting a limping young man with a red nose.

"Your Excellency!" "We found a man in the woods—probably a refugee who had escaped, who attacked us with a bow and arrow, but did not hurt anyone, and was caught by us," said Knight Philip in a loud voice. ”

Joan's heart tightened, and she looked up in horror, and sure enough, she saw Tom being held by two soldiers on the edge of the woods.

One of the soldiers still had the familiar hunting bow from his father hanging from the buckle around his waist.

In a moment she figured out what was happening: Tom said he was looking for mushrooms, but he secretly took the bow and arrows, probably preparing to venture into the depths of the woods to hunt, and he had neither caught the prey nor been eaten by the hungry beasts of the woods, but had fallen into an even worse situation: this reckless fool, who attacked the knights and soldiers of the lord with his bow and arrows!

Joan only felt that the world was spinning, and her body was about to fall down as soon as she went limp, which startled Wright, who had just finished treating her: "Holy light! Could it be that something is wrong with my healing?! ”

And the young man on the edge of the woods also saw his sister, and the situation inside and outside the camp—he didn't know what was going on here, so he exclaimed, "Sister?!" What's going on here?! ”

"You know?" Gawain waved his hand and motioned for Knight Philip to let the thin young man go, "Why did he attack my people?" ”

"Tom! You've got a big hit! Joan grabbed Tom's arm and almost pinched his flesh off, "You attacked the lord's soldiers!" ”

"I ...... I thought they were robbers......" Tom looked horrified, "I heard them talking about what to do with the corpses......"

The corners of Gao Wen's mouth twitched, and he understood the situation.

"That seems to be a misunderstanding," he said, looking at the confiscated hunting bow, a low-quality bow and arrow that could only be used against the beasts of the woods, and was not even a toy to a knight like Cecil or Philip with enchanted armor, "Philip, who was attacked?" ”

A magic guide infantry stepped forward: "Report to my lord, it's me, but I'm fine!" ”

"My lord, this seems to be a misunderstanding," said Philip, on his own initiative, "and the knight should be forgiving, and I don't think it is necessary to hold this young man accountable excessively—as long as he can remember the lesson and not be so impulsive in the future." ”

Gawain is more and more fond of Philip's character that he doesn't know about it......

"Since it was a misunderstanding, then I won't blame you heavily, but after all, you took the initiative to attack people, so a moderate punishment must still be there," Gawain looked at the young man with a red nose, he noticed that when he finished saying this, the young man and her sister trembled at the same time, with a look of nervousness and fear on their faces, it seemed that they were familiar with what the nobles meant by "moderate punishment" - but on Gawain's side, the so-called moderate punishment is really just a moderate punishment," You just do things to make up for your mistakes...... By the way, can you and your sister find other outcasts? ”