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It was because they had seen these dilapidated and messy scenes that they were not so surprised to see an old woman in a black robe and a black veil walking in the company of a maid.

She claimed to be the widow of the Black Lev, a mage who was used by the Knight Leader to threaten the adventurers, and was said to be so talented that he could already cast spells above level 4 when he left his mentor - his father was only one son, who died while he was studying magic with his mentor, and Lev inherited the castle and the surrounding territories, but like all spellcasters, he was not happy to spend his precious time in the fields and vineyards - The problem is that mages have always been an expensive profession, and they are closely related to spellcasting materials, spellbooks, scrolls, The expense of gems and so on can be said to be very expensive, and before he knew it, the castle treasury could no longer find a single gold coin, so he recruited a group of fellows called knights and mercenaries to build an army of his own, these people covered their bodies with black hoods and cloaks, and when they ran at twilight and dawn like a river of steel, under Lev's orders, they fought and plundered like a thunderbolt, leaving no one to complain, so that his crimes would not be discovered until a long time later。

and the people and wheat were taken away, The lords of horses, cattle and sheep were naturally not resting on their laurels, and after offering sacrifices to the sanctuary of Tyre, they stormed Lev's territory in anger and attacked his castle to demand that he pay back the proceeds of the illegal plunder and make reparations, but to their surprise, they were greeted not by the supposedly invincible black-clad army of Lev, but by a young woman with a child in her arms, who told the lords that Lev had left his territory and did not admit that her husband had committed such a serious crime.

The lords had not been able to find anything of value in the castle, or strong evidence, and they had to assume that Lev had exchanged it for gold or gems and was hiding somewhere, after all, he was a spellcaster. But it was not so possible for them to leave in vain, and they took everything they could, and that night a thief's guild stole the child, Lev's son, and a few days later the child was put into a miniature cage and hung on the outer wall, facing the drawbridge and the moat, and the poor child could be seen at first sight by those who came and went.

The bold and grumpy lord had several times the army of the others, as well as two mages and a priest, so he was not very afraid of Lev, and everyone knew his purpose, whether it was Lev or his black-clad army in the future - the former would be a threat as long as he appeared in the capital of another lord, and the latter would show that Lev was close to these black-clad knights, and he would complain to the Grand Duke and ask for Lev's domain as compensation.

Compared with the peasants who don't want to get a drop of water and a piece of bread when they enter the station, Lev's son has a pretty good treatment, he can drink a glass of light wine every three days, and he can eat a piece of fat every five days, so he persevered in the station cage for twenty-five days before finally returning to the mourning wasteland, from the first day to the last day, Lev and his army in black seemed to have never existed at all, only the child's mother cried and begged, but the lord's answer was also very clever- Of course, there will only be a shameless thief in the standing cage, and it will definitely not be the son of a lord.

A year later, Lev's wife dressed in black and hung a black veil to tell everyone that her husband was dead. Although people still call her the widow of "Black Lev" - some people have also plotted against her and this territory, but because Lev had too many enemies before, no greedy gray wolf was willing to give up the piece of flesh in his mouth, but instead gave the widow a chance to breathe and struggle, she told the Grand Duke that if the Grand Duke was willing to let her live in this castle until she died, and be the master of this territory, she would never marry, then this territory would be borderless after her death, and the Grand Duke would be able to take it back as a matter of course.

The Grand Duke, of course, preferred to get back the fiefdom rather than the marriage tax and the gifts of the so-called fiancé candidates, and the whole thing was so happily decided.

They thought that the gold and silver objects stolen by the black-footed halfling were also a bounty from the Grand Duke, and that they were twelve silver plates and silver cups each, as well as two candlesticks, a necklace of gold, a wreath of flowers, and four rings, all of which were perfectly fine even in the Grand Duke's room, but Madame Lev had no children to inherit them, so when she was gone, these things would return to the descendants of the Grand Duke along with the realm.

I don't know if the loss of these things will make Lev's widow more depressed, or the Grand Duke, but in any case, Mrs. Lev can't just let them disappear without a trace.

In order to avoid some unnecessary suspicion, Perrante did not ask to be alone with the Blackfoot Halfling, and they completed the interrogation in the courtyard, the language of the Blackfoot Halfling was born from the Halfling, but with their own characteristics- It sounded a bit like a snake sizzling its tongue like a frog croaking, and the black-footed halfling's mind was a mess, incoherent, and nagging, and few people present could understand it except for Perrant and Kerryben, so Perrant stopped him before the halfling he asked could speak: "Use the lingua franca." Perrante said, "I know you will." ”

The black-footed halfling rubbed his feet reluctantly, the black hairs on his feet tangled in the dirt: "Good ......," he said.

"Have you ever stolen this lady's gold and silver?" asked Perrante bluntly.

"Mi has ......," replied in a heavy accent.

"He's definitely not going to admit it. "He knew that if he confessed, he would be hanged outside the walls." ”

"That might be hard," Gülen said sarcastically, "and I'm afraid he'll fall off with a whole wall as soon as he hangs it." ”

The knight leader glared at him viciously.

"Anmen only ......," said the halfling, swallowing his saliva, "only salt...... There is more than, no, fish. ”

"Why did you come here," Perrante asked solemnly, "there should be your food in the swamp." ”

"No...... Blackfoot Halfling began to rub his feet again in annoyance: "No, yes, you can't pull ...... There are dragons. ”

"Gnome bipedals?" is a real possibility, dwarf bipedals often attack halflings in groups, these guys are fat, just a little more bones.

"Can it still be a dragon?" interjected the knight leader a second time, "what are you asking about? He looked at Perrante questioningly, "Are you gathering intelligence?" or are you going to walk through the swamp?"

A rather sensitive human, the lich said in his heart, but overly sensitive.

"Little dragon, a lot," the halfling muttered, "a lot, a lot, eel, produce ......"

"I'll go and find out," said Perrante, "and you didn't take anything other than salt and fish, did you?"

"Dead fish," the black-footed halfling insisted.

"Well, dead fish. Perrante said.

The knight leader let out a sneer, "I don't think a thief's words are worth trusting. ”

"Then I'll get a witness who won't lie," said Perrante, kindly, as he placed a tiny flute between his lips and blew softly.

"What tricks are you playing?"

"Rest easy," said the druid, "your master has not spoken." ”

The chief knight turned to look at the lady, and the old woman sat in the chair that the maid had brought for her, with her hands on her knees, and watched it all with interest.

After a while, a fat, blackened house mouse emerged from a pile of dead grass, looked around without fear, shook its fur, swept away the remaining ice and snow, and ran quickly to Perrante's feet, and barked a few times.

"There's something I need your help with. Perrante said, and then cooed a few times in a row, and after the house mouse barked twice, Perrante spoke at length for a long time. Then the house mouse jumped out of his hand and disappeared into the dead grass.

"It seems that this trick is really quite interesting," said the chief knight, "I can give you a copper coin, what do you think?"

"Not very well," Perrant raised his hand and pulled down his hood, revealing a different look and ears from humans, "I am a druid, child, and I let it and its children and grandchildren go in search of those lost things, if they disappeared last night, as you say, then I don't think they are too far away from us." ”

"It's stupid," murmured the chief knight, laying his hand on the sword, but apparently changed his mind when he saw the adventurers, especially the white-robed mage, "My knights have found a deer," he said to Madame Lev, "I think they will need help, and I can give them some assistance, and perhaps we will meet a herd of deer." ”

But then he found that Mrs. Lev's attention was not on him at all, and she gazed at Perrante with a feverish attitude, as if her husband or son had suddenly returned as Perante, but such an expression could barely be endured if it appeared on the face of a young girl, but Mrs. Lev's temples were already white, the wrinkles were as dense as the folds of silk, and the skin hung from the chin like the scab of a rooster, an expression that would only make one want to vomit or run away.

He didn't need an answer from Mrs. Lev, though, and he didn't walk away as expected, for the lich only stretched out his hand, and Gülen willingly threw out the thin rope of activated silver.

The following is the anti-theft chapter, which will be updated within an hour.

"Gnome bipedals?" is a real possibility, dwarf bipedals often attack halflings in groups, these guys are fat, just a little more bones.

"Can it still be a dragon?" interjected the knight leader a second time, "what are you asking about? He looked at Perrante questioningly, "Are you gathering intelligence?" or are you going to walk through the swamp?"

A rather sensitive human, the lich said in his heart, but overly sensitive.

"Little dragon, a lot," the halfling muttered, "a lot, a lot, eel, produce ......"

"I'll go and find out," said Perrante, "and you didn't take anything other than salt and fish, did you?"

"Dead fish," the black-footed halfling insisted.

"Well, dead fish. Perrante said.

The knight leader let out a sneer, "I don't think a thief's words are worth trusting. ”

"Then I'll get a witness who won't lie," said Perrante, kindly, as he placed a tiny flute between his lips and blew softly.

"What tricks are you playing?"

"Rest easy," said the druid, "your master has not spoken." ”

The chief knight turned to look at the lady, and the old woman sat in the chair that the maid had brought for her, with her hands on her knees, and watched it all with interest.

After a while, a fat, blackened house mouse emerged from a pile of dead grass, looked around without fear, shook its fur, swept away the remaining ice and snow, and ran quickly to Perrante's feet, and barked a few times.

"There's something I need your help with. Perrante said, and then cooed a few times in a row, and after the house mouse barked twice, Perrante spoke at length for a long time. Then the house mouse jumped out of his hand and disappeared into the dead grass.

"It seems that this trick is really quite interesting," said the chief knight, "I can give you a copper coin, what do you think?"

"Not very well," Perrant raised his hand and pulled down his hood, revealing a different look and ears from humans, "I am a druid, child, and I let it and its children and grandchildren go in search of those lost things, if they disappeared last night, as you say, then I don't think they are too far away from us." ”

"It's stupid," murmured the chief knight, laying his hand on the sword, but apparently changed his mind when he saw the adventurers, especially the white-robed mage, "My knights have found a deer," he said to Madame Lev, "I think they will need help, and I can give them some assistance, and perhaps we will meet a herd of deer." ”

But then he found that Mrs. Lev's attention was not on him at all, and she gazed at Perrante with a feverish attitude, as if her husband or son had suddenly returned as Perante, but such an expression could barely be endured if it appeared on the face of a young girl, but Mrs. Lev's temples were already white, the wrinkles were as dense as the folds of silk, and the skin hung from the chin like the scab of a rooster, an expression that would only make one want to vomit or run away.

He didn't need an answer from Mrs. Lev, though, and he didn't walk away as expected, for the lich only stretched out his hand, and Gülen willingly threw out the thin rope of activated silver. (To be continued.) )