The lord of the town almost happily sent the "Black Fire" and some other mercenaries he had chosen, who were too unruly to be in the hands of the emperor's attendants, and in turn, he deliberately left some people, such as Lucieu, who was nominally the sister of the strong archer, and Afra, although it was said that it was to better take care of them and avoid the suffering of turbulent displacement, but more likely, it was only in case someone did become the emperor's favored attendant...... If he has one or two people around him who the other party has to take care of, then at least there is room for concessions and trades.

When all the people who had always made him feel unpleasant were gone, he nodded to his attendant, "Send that girl to my room in the evening." ”

The squire looked confused, but the lord always felt that he was only deliberately prevaricating, and he accentuated his tone and repeated his own command. The squire asked helplessly, "Is it the girl left behind by 'Black Fire'?"

"Could it be the cheap prostitutes, or the mud-covered slaves?" said the lord impatiently.

"But she's the archer's family. The attendant reminded the lord, "If you can be sure that they will never come back, of course it will be fine, but ...... If any of them really wins the king's favor......"

"Then I will marry her. The lord pinched his fingers and said, "Isn't a duchess or a queen enough? His attendants, seeing that their master had fallen into a delusion, knew that no matter how much they persuaded him, they would not change their minds, so they had to retreat and carry out this ridiculous order.

The lord waited in the room, it was now afternoon, the bright sun cast on the dark brown stone floor through the inlaid glass window, but the late autumn sun no longer had the scorching heat of midsummer, and could only bring a meager and brief warmth to the lord's skin, he turned his head and ordered the other squire to light the stove, after all, it would be colder at night, and what he had to do was not suitable for many clothes. He drank the heated honey and waited anxiously, watching the light outside the window turn from bright to dim and then from dim to nothing, and all that remained in the room was the red glow of the flame in the hearth. His dinner was specially arranged for the rooster's gao pills, sparrow brains, oysters, etc., and he swallowed a white pill purified from the condensation of "tobacco", which was said to make an old man who was struggling to breathe as youthful as a young boy of twenty years old, and soon the heat transferred from his stomach to the abdomen below, and he began to toss and turn, and his skin itched, and when the attendant came to his door, and asked if he could enter, he could say shouting for him to come in— The squire pushed a girl in, the sister of the archer that the lord had been paying attention to for a long time.

The lord was pleasantly surprised to find that perhaps it had been forcibly cleaned, the girl's skin was even fairer and brighter than before, and her hair was no longer so dry and unkempt, but he immediately thought that in the mercenary group of dragons and snakes, a clean little girl was as dangerous as a lamb in a wolf pack, and that when her brother and companions were around, they would of course notice that her beauty would not be revealed, but how could such a clumsy defense allow her to escape the eyes of a lord as sharp as the lord, you know, when the slaves were still wrapped in mud and the prostitutes were covered with heavy fat powder, he can still pick the cutest one of them at a glance.

"Come to me. The lord commanded arrogantly, spinning the fluorite ring in his hand so that he could get a better look at the girl, and after stepping into the hearth and the fluorite light, the girl's face and posture were completely exposed to the lord's gaze— And the lord's first thought was that he had plucked a beautiful pearl out of the sand, and Lucie's countenance made him feel a little pity even in his cold and despicable heart, and he decided that if the girl was willing to serve him willingly, even if he wanted him to marry her now, it was not impossible. He would take good care of her, like a pearl hidden in a velvet box, and when he became king, she would be the most striking jewel set in the crown.

But as he pondered the words, he thought that the gentle and poor girl had crossed her hands, and then, a pair of sharp rapiers were drawn from her waist, and before the lord could understand what was happening, the pair of rapiers pierced his neck, and after the trachea and blood vessels were pierced, there was only a weak and low sound in his throat, and a faint hissing sound, Lucieu's hand was very steady, and she waited until the lord's eyes completely lost their light before drawing the rapier, and at the same time quickly retreated, and the blood did not splash on her body at all。

The door was pushed open.

Afra stood outside the door, the bodies of two squires lying at her feet: "Are you alright?" and she asked, "It's time for us to go." Lucieu nodded, stepped over the lord's fallen body, and walked out of the room, and after she passed herself, Afra made a gesture, and a stream of flames burst out from her fingers and threw herself into the hearth, and after a few moments, several small red snakes appeared in the hearth, and they nodded to Afra, and jumped out of the hearth, and walked around the room, and they swam through those places, and there were flames.

As they put on their hooded cloaks, pulled their horses out of the stables, and rushed out of the castle, the neighing of the mercenaries could be heard not far away - the lord of such a small town could not obtain the loyalty and obedience of the mercenaries at all, he relied only on gold coins and empty promises, and the former, the mercenaries had decided to take it themselves, and the latter, if there were still people who were willing to believe in him, then they would be more willing to take refuge under a more powerful lord. If neither of these two was enough to kill them, then the toughness he showed with loud rebukes, curses, and punishments not only did not calm these dangerous creatures, but revealed the weakness and cowardice that he least wanted people to know, like wolves chasing sheep, and mercenaries will choose those who are weak, both physical and mental.

Without Lucieu and Afra, the mercenaries might have exposed their fangs and teeth in a few days, months, but today, once they saw the flames flowing from the castle's tower, they knew that the lord's rule had gone wrong, and they would have swarmed up the body that was not fat but still had some value. What they didn't know was that they would only be engulfed in flames after storming the castle where they thought it was hiding countless riches, and if anyone was lucky enough to survive, they wouldn't be able to leave the town alive - the townspeople, merchants, craftsmen, and even slaves had already tightened their swords and raised their bows, and they had endured it for so long, and today was the day they broke out.

Afra turned her head to look at the doors and windows that were still closed, and if she hadn't instigated them, she wouldn't have known what a terrible murder lurked inside.

At first, she wanted to use the simplest method, of course, not the addictive drug, and her guardian hated it, and even she, if she touched this taboo, she would definitely be alienated and isolated by him. But even Afra, who is almost god-like to Kremar in love, does not think that these mortals can become warriors, on this continent, the goldsmith's son is a goldsmith, the leatherman's son is a leathermone, and the farmer's son can never leave the land, and their only two chances to escape their original destiny are to show the talent of the caster, whether it is a priest who feels the call of God, or a mage who has caught a glimpse of the magic galaxy, and the other is to become an outcast with no surname and no fixed residence, the former is prominent, the latter is down. In the poems sung by the bards, these ordinary people are only a vague background of food, beds, clues, and pleading or greeting for the brave, and no one cares what happens to a mortal— They are like herds of cattle raised by the superiors, and when they encounter a tyrannical and ruthless ruler, when they encounter a group of brutal and bloodthirsty goblins, when they are threatened by a skeleton of bones in ragged gray robes, they can only weep and lament and pray to the gods that a brave man will come down from heaven to save them. They are destined to be managed and watched, unknowledgeable, short-sighted, ridiculous, ungrateful, and forgetful.

As Fro's spokesman, Afra's original idea was to make them Fro's followers, and interestingly, when they were untrustworthy or hypocritical, they were cowardly, but when they had faith, they would become fearless and even violent, but this was also rejected by Cremar. But is this really possible? Afra and her subordinates distributed weapons to these people who had been ravaged by the lords and mercenaries, and they only got suspicious and hateful glances, perhaps they thought that these mercenaries were just trying to use them as pawns to consume their troops, but this was no longer Afra's concern, as her guardian said, they had nothing but the weapons in their hands, and if they were still unwilling to resist, then that is, they had chosen the path of doomed fate.

"They're going to die. Lucieure couldn't help but say, "Can't we stay?" or Adel, or Eloch, they need a leader, I don't want the city, but ...... "They don't have the relevant education, they don't have the relevant experience, they ......

"I really want to," Afra yawned, she was no longer tired easily, but her spirit was much heavier than her body when she was with Lucie, "but Cremar said it...... There will be great men among mortals. "Although the process is bound to be bloody and long, there will always be a mortal who has no blood, no surname, and no talent who can do what will be praised by the bards.

Hearing Cremar's name, Lucieu didn't continue to argue, but her slender eyebrows couldn't help but frown, she was worried about these humans, they were so vulnerable, did they know what they were going to face?

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The merchant's daughter watched them go, and when she saw the massive, nightmarish body, she knew they were— She had thought she was going to die in that filthy cave, but when the cold, fresh air blew away the dust that covered her, she did not hesitate to use her hands and feet, crawling into the darkness, crawling towards freedom, she did not remember how long she had run that night, only the sword piercing, the sound of flesh cutting behind her, she woke up in cold and hunger, and found herself collapsed in a thin stream, and the red berries beside the stream had become her food for that day and for several days afterward, and she did not dare to leave that place...... Everything outside was strange until the lord left the town with his knights, soldiers, and mercenaries to accomplish his "great and glorious work."

After the jackal had gone, the rabbit was able to tremble and sneak out of the hideout, and the merchant's daughter returned to her home, which had become an empty tomb, and her father, brother, and brother had fallen in the corner, described as withered, and with the marks of being torn by wild beasts, and she did not go to bury them— As a daughter and sister, she died when they sold them to thieves, and she remembers that she still had something hidden in her mother's room, and this thing, and the silent and tacit mutual help of the survivors, ensured that she has survived until now.

"I just want to kill one person. She said to herself. She didn't know if her enemy was dead, or if he wasn't dead but was long gone, or if he was surrounded by his accomplices, but as the eunuch who gave them weapons had said, they could run away, they could die, they could resist and take revenge—if it had been before, it might have been an option to stay away from here and become outcasts, but could they really have to leave their homes, their cities, to these reckless beasts with tears? If there were still people who were shaken, then their will was strengthened when they saw the flames that completely lit up half of the sky.

Ah, behold, the merchant's daughter's eyes widened, and she saw the man, the thief who was called "Little Tongue", he was a flamboyant, cunning and despicable fellow, her father, brother and brother were all good men, but in order to take their possessions, "Little Tongue" and another wicked friend brought them into "Tobacco" In the trap, step by step, they can no longer extricate themselves, from human beings to demons without a trace of emotion and shame, and let her degenerate into a homeless prostitute - the heart of the merchant's daughter is like tormenting in boiling oil.

She saw the man, but the man didn't see her, he groaned, the flames burned half of his face, the blood was strewn all over his body, and he couldn't lift one hand at all, and he staggered to a corner only a few dozen paces from where the merchant's daughter used to peep out, not noticing that there had been a family here that had been ruined by his tricks— He pulled a small bottle from his waist pouch, and when he uncorked it and tried to swallow the potion into his mouth, a torch was suddenly thrown from the darkness, and the scorching air and blinding light reminded him of the pain and damage caused by the fire, and the thief jumped on the spot, dodging the torch.

Perhaps because of the relationship of disappointment and resentment, the "little tongue" was a little sluggish in reacting. After entering the fortress, the mercenaries were given only a small amount of gold, and they thought that they had been deceived and began to vent and even attack each other. "Little Tongue" was insulted and attacked as he tried to control the situation, and he was thrown into the fire, and if it weren't for the fact that he was a guild member of "Silverfinger", maybe he wouldn't even have a chance to escape - "Little Tongue" knew that his mission was wrong and could eventually turn into an irreparable mistake, but he couldn't do anything, his companions disappeared wonderfully, and he couldn't find the people who had sworn to be brothers with him.

If it was the first mistake he made to get out of the way of the torch that wasn't actually lethal with too much movement, then his reluctance to give up the bottle containing the healing potion was the second mistake, and he didn't have time to stuff the bottle back into the stopper and put it back in his waist bag, but he only had this bottle of potion left, which made him not choose to fight back immediately - he retreated, wanting to dive into the shadows, and when he drank the potion and his injuries healed, he would get back to the game.

But the merchant's daughter did not wait for him, she stood there, pulled the trigger, and shot the square-headed arrow pressed into the crossbow.