Guta Ridge, Old Ian Tavern.

Reaching out and pushing open the wooden door, Somar's eyes swept left and right over the hall with few customers, strode to the bar, and habitually tapped on the wooden tabletop, "Ian, Golden Spirits." ”

The tavernkeeper, who was immersed in his head and didn't know what he was doing, looked up as if he had just woken up from a dream, reached out and took an empty wooden cup, filled it with golden liquid, and handed it over.

"Hey, are you settling accounts? That's a lot of money in this time, right? Taking a sip of wine, Somar quipped.

Hearing his words, Ian poured himself a glass of ale, "I'm reading a notice about the expedition to Mosok, you know, this is the hottest thing right now." ”

Looking at him in surprise, Somar couldn't help but be a little strange: "It can't be that you are also interested, right?" Aren't you doing a good job in this business? "Although there has been a lot of commotion in the town these days, in fact, the only people who are really moved are the poor people who have fled from the front line, who are homeless and have nowhere to go, and they don't care about the tragedy and the soul of Mosok.

Besides, this time the nobles gave very impressive conditions in order to rebuild Mosok, all the commoners who went with their families were rewarded with a house in the merchant area, and those who went alone were rewarded with a house in the civilian area, and at the same time, the surrounding land and manor were allowed to be planted freely for three years.

And within three years, the whole of Mossok will be exempted from all taxes, you know, Mossok is the capital of commerce, although there is still a war, but it is said that the situation has become clear, the Calestians are retreating, and will soon be wiped out by the armies of the Duchy and the Fairmont Kingdom on the plains of Belize.

As soon as the war ended, within a few years, Mosok would be a prosperous and rich border between the two countries, so it is no wonder that the displaced people were happily signing up to go.

It's just that......

Somar suddenly frowned hesitantly, could the progress of the front line be so fast? The Calestrians, who had been forced in a short period of time, had to retreat to the plains of Belize?

But even so, isn't it a bit too hasty to rebuild Mossok so quickly? Wasn't it rumored some time ago that it was being haunted right now? So many unarmed civilians suddenly entered there, in case there was any surprise......

No, probably not!

After pouring a big sip of wine, he comforted himself in his heart, the identities of these people have been personally verified, they are indeed military personnel of the principality, some are still acquaintances, and on the other hand, in fact, they also have a point, so many homeless people are stranded in a small town like Gutaling, sooner or later there will be chaos, it is better to let them rebuild their homes directly.

I heard that there are even more homeless people in the Black Iron City in front of me, and they have to be banned from entering the city some time ago, so the adults' ideas are also well-founded, anyway, as a nobleman, it is impossible to harm his own subjects, right?

Thinking of this, he looked at old Ian, who had been silent, and asked again: "Ian, it seems that you really want to go to Mossock?" ”

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Ian's wrinkled old face was full of hesitation, "I've been here all my life, in fact, I also want to go out and see, Mosok's geographical conditions are so good, coupled with the current situation, maybe I can go to the first tavern in the city, and if possible, I can also open a place for nobles and lords to dine." ”

Listening to his words, Somar also fell into silence slightly, I have to say that old Ian's eyes are indeed very vicious, with the current situation, he said that it is really possible to achieve this, in that way, their family can slowly get rid of the civilian status at the bottom, although they may not be able to become nobles, but it is always much better than now.

It's just that looking at the old friendship for many years, he finally opened his mouth to persuade, "Ian, listen to me, don't go over so early, the current situation has not completely stabilized, maybe there will be danger." ”

"Ha Luha, old Ian, I've opened a tavern all my life, how can I not even see this, it's just that there is a risk to pay off, and when the situation is completely calm, it may be too late." Sipping down the wine in his toast, old Ian's eyes sparkled in the light of the oil lamp.

Mosok, under the night sky where he can't see his fingers.

Xia Dong sat quietly on the fortress platform, feeling the cold wind whistling around him, and his eyes were stunned.

He was struggling, struggling with how to find the whereabouts of his parents and Hua Wei, and how to break his own shackles and leave this dead city.

Albert, Suffron, place names and personal names are always circling in my head, as long as I find the prophet there, I should be able to get the exact news of my family, it feels like my parents Hua Wei is already so close, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to be so far away.

Behind him, Cynthia, who stood like a sculpture, looked at her master, she could feel that there were troubles, pain and depression in her master's heart, but unfortunately she couldn't do anything, which couldn't help but make her very sad, this restlessness even made her crave killing, blood, and venting.

Outside the city, at the far end of the open plain, inside the gloomy forest.

A large group of well-dressed figures stood silently, waiting for orders, and at the front, Auston, who was wearing a red bishop's robe, spoke softly: "Asaph, what do you think?" Even on such a dark night, his face was so dazzling, and with his brilliant blonde hair, it made people feel as if they had seen the rising sun.

On the side, covered in a white robe with black background, black hair and brown eyes, the gentle magistrate replied in a low voice, "There is no doubt that it is the godhead of the god of death, it should be from the god of death who was destroyed by my lord before, but it is not clear whether he obtained the remnant godhead by chance, or the will of the god of death is trying to borrow the rebirth." ”

"I think it should be the former, just looking at this performance of not knowing how to converge, it must be a guy who doesn't understand anything, if it is the remnant will of death, where can he dare to make such a big fanfare?" Wearing a square bishop's hat and a red bishop's robe, Lydia interjected to speak her mind, her delicate and beautiful features seemed to be covered with a hazy fluorescence, and she looked full of holiness.

These words suddenly made everyone nod secretly, indeed, if it was really the god of death, how could he, who had just been punished by the three supreme gods, dare to be so unscrupulous in the Duchy of Delima?

Cardinal Bunier, who looked old and had white hair, raised the staff in his hand slightly, "Then go and purify this misguided soul." ”

With his aged voice, everyone bowed and saluted, "In the name of the Most High Three Gods." ”

Then, Flo, the female knight who had been silently following a few people, stretched out her hand and lowered her armor, hiding her mature and moving face behind the metal, and then gently flicked the horse's head and got out of the group.

Looking back at her subordinates, the Knights of the Templars of a hundred people, she suddenly drew the intricately carved long sword at the handle, "In the name of the Lord, cut off the evil!" ”

The uplifting slogan immediately pierced the serenity of the night, and the brightly clad knights unsheathed their weapons and responded in unison, "Glory to my lord!" ”