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The Middle World.

The village of Ekri.

To the northeast, somewhere on the top of a mountain.

Facing the only communication link in the village of Akrya, a straw hut is built using rattan, straws, leaves, and branches of a few trees.

This building, which is very simple even in the medieval world, is an important part of the early warning system of the village of Ackri: the Smoke Mountain.

Such a key building, of course, must be manned throughout the year.

Far from the center of the village, isolated in the wilderness, and on the front line of conflict, it is a dangerous job to be on duty in terms of the working environment and the nature of the duties.

When the village of Akri was first established, it was also true, almost every year when it was attacked by the armed harvesting of the surrounding lords' military organizations, this first position had a very high widow production rate, and the men who were assigned to the Smoke Mountain at that time were avoided by everyone when they walked on the road, so as not to get caught in bad luck.

As the years passed, the surrounding villages were brought under Fort Akford's effective rule, and the benefits of being in the hinterland gradually became apparent, and the military key points of defense against enemy invasion gradually evolved into security posts to guard against small thieves.

To be able to get such a position, this caretaker, the free man Hammidon has always been in a good mood.

Until a few days ago.

A few days ago, another freeman guard who was on duty with Hamilton on Smoke Mountain, who had been with him for most of the year, was suddenly replaced by the head of the village and brought back to the village.

It's nothing, no one dares to expect to be able to do it for a lifetime.

The trouble is that after Moore returned to the village, the new guard who came to take over was actually a little more than ten years old!

It's a headache!

What can a ten-year-old do?

Can you afford a wooden stick and an iron spear? Can you drive away the thieves and bandits?

- Well, these ethereal, real duties that may not be met for years, Hammidon actually doesn't care.

But the problem is that, in addition to the early warning duties, the caretakers of the Smoky Mountains have a lot of chores, or the jobs that Hammiton really cares about.

In order to maintain a good view and reduce accidental false alarms, the area around the Smoke Mountain is the only area where the old men acquiesced in catching animals and cutting down trees. With these two default benefits, the families on duty at the Smoke Mountain basically don't need to worry about firewood, and every time the moon is full, there can be one or two oil flowers in the children's wooden bowls.

But this benefit is not at all applicable to cashing out when partnering with a ten-year-old one.

Due to over-exploitation, whether it is cutting firewood or catching meat, the watchmen have to go far and wide before they can start doing their own private work......

Just kidding, who dares to put the work of lighting smoke and reporting signals on a young and inexperienced ten-year-old child, isn't that afraid that he will suffer less with a stick?

"Uncle Hammidon, there seems to be something ...... down the mountain"

When Hammidon was sighing slightly, a dozen steps behind him, the little guy suddenly spoke.

"I'm watching...... Pull the weeds well! ”

Hammiton didn't look back.

Since there was no hope of chopping firewood and catching meat in a short time, Hamilton had no choice but to lead the little fellow to take good care of the melons and peas the size of two booleans planted next to the grass hut, a small piece on the left, a small piece on the right, a ridge on the slope, and a pinch of stone cracks.

This is the planting land that has been carved out by the previous guards for decades.

Thinking of this, Hammidon was angry again, this land that had been sweated for a whole year, before Moore returned to the village, he had already called the whole family, and harvested his own share overnight, and the rest of the part, he had to sell most of his strength, and after a while, he would have to share it equally with the ten-year-old little guy!

The most infuriating thing is that Hamilton still has to give.

Who let this little guy have a sister?

Who made this little guy's sister's fiancé Idra?

Who made this little guy's sister's fiancé's younger brother Lord Looth?

With such a guy on the stall, even if he is a ten-year-old child, can he not divide it? Do you dare not to divide?

"Uncle Hamilton, there's really something down the hill......" When Hamilton was sad, the little guy began to call again.

"Alright, Eli, if you're too tired, you can rest." Hammidon sighed.

Because of his disgruntle, and because it was indeed the time of heavy work, for the past few days, Hamilton has woken up the little one before dawn every day, and has been busy in the planting field against time.

Although the little guy doesn't have any direct complaints, it seems to feel quite fresh, however, due to the natural gap between age and body, little Eli is still often unbearable, always looking for a reason to stop, and Hamilton does not dare to push too much, always sighing while leaving time for little Eli to rest.

However, this time Hamilton misjudged and allowed to rest, but little Eli still didn't stop: "Uncle Hamilton, look, someone is really coming!" ”

"Hey, Eli, you ......" as he said, Hammidon straightened up and looked at the passage of Ekri, "...... Ah, someone's coming...... Quick, hurry up and smoke a cigarette! ”

"Okay!"

"Wrong! Wrong! That's the number of fingers of smoke! It's wrong over there, too! That's smoke with weapons! Point next to the sloping tree...... On the other side...... Go away, I'll come! ”

There was a rush of chaos, and in about half a minute, a straight green smoke rose from the smoke mountain.

The two of them stopped their work, both clenched their torches, and quietly stared at the entrance of the passage and the figure climbing in the mountains and forests.

Eli suddenly grabbed Hammidon's arm hard: "Pamela! It seems to be Pamela! Uncle Hammidon, look! Is Uncle Pamela back?! ”

"Hmm......" Han Mitun stared intently for more than ten seconds, and the torch in his hand hung down silently: "It seems to be ...... It's true that Pamela is back......"

Twenty minutes later, Pamela climbed the hill.

"Pamela ......" greeted from afar, and Hammidon was a little surprised: "Hey, you're fat!" ”

"It's fine." Pamela smiled, waved her hand and said directly: "Hammidon, Lord Looth's team is about to come in...... There are a lot of people, so don't rush to light three cigarettes later. ”

"Pamela, you've climbed for nothing!" Hammidon also smiled and nodded: "I know...... Lord Los caught a bunch of wretched worms on the road. ”

"Poor worm? Do you mean thieves on the road? ”

"Yes."

"Huh, how do you know?"

"A few days ago, the herald of the castle came, and the steward also read to me the letter from His Excellency the Baron."

"Oh, that's it......" Pamela nodded first, then shook her head: "Then I didn't work in vain, you still have to take a good look." ”

"See what?"

"We'll find out later......"

As she spoke, Pamela walked a few dozen steps away from the hut and lit another wisp of green smoke dedicated to transmitting information in the direction of the passage.

In about two minutes, in the direction of the passage, Pamela appeared around the corner and turned out a long line.

Walking at the forefront, the figure carrying an iron spear is quite familiar.

"Abwehr, Dean ......" Hammidon recognized at a glance: "Ha, these two guys are very spirited." ”

Pamela nodded.

Then came one figure after another, one after another, unclothed, carrying barrels, firewood, beds, and tools.

"This is the poor worm that Lord Lois caught, right? That's a lot......"

Pamela nodded.

Next, around the corner, two strong figures carrying iron spears and wearing leather armor appeared.

"This is the guard that Lord Baron sent to Lord Grace, right? It's majestic. ”

Pamela nodded again.

After the Fort Akford guards, and then there came one after another, one after another, unclothed bodies with small burdens on their backs.

"Huh...... How can there be? Hammidon frowned: "Didn't the thieves pass?" How can there be? Is it split in half? That's not right! Just now...... It's more than your fingers and toes! ”

"Hah...... Didn't you hear the letter? ”

Pamela smiled: "This is Lord Praia's teacher - Lord Talma, and his childhood companion - Lord Loharin gave Lord Los a serf...... And that's just part of the story. ”

As he spoke, the serfs from the parish had all walked out, and around the corner, two strong figures wearing leather armor appeared again.

"How come there are still guards?"

Han Mitun rubbed his eyes and looked forward: "That's right, there were already guards just now, why are there any?" ”

"It was the guard that Fort Akford sent to Lord Grace...... Now it is the guard sent by the parish of Fort Collins to Lord Idra. ”

"Yi ...... Lord Idra? ”

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