There were no clouds in the sky, and a few scattered stars were scattered in the deep blue night. In this way, the moon wheel is extraordinarily like a mirror. The moonlight was sprinkled down, and a thin layer of powder was lightly applied to the mountain surface. The sparse pine trees on the hill stood tall in the water-colored moonlight, casting clumps of dark shadows. Looking further into the valley in the distance, it was the peaks that blocked the moonlight, and it was gloomy. There are several huge stones cut out of the sky like knives and axes across the ravine, and in the moonlight, there is no outline, only a few horizontal mirror-like rock faces reflected by the moonlight, which gives people a mysterious hint in the gloom of the mountain, but it is also a little poetic.

However, at this moment, the two boys who were limping and hiding in the woods by the big man Atai couldn't lift the slightest joy at all about the moonlight woodland in front of them. Aaron only felt as if the bones in his body were about to be broken by the hateful noble lords.

"Sizzle...... Sizzle...... "The sharp pain in the nerve center made the two of them gasp for the clammy and cold air again and again. The constant sounds of cursing, laughter, and profligacy from outside the woods slammed into their chests like a hundred pounds of copper hammer. Psychological trauma is always more unbearable than physical trauma!

Yes, why do you get up early every day, work diligently, and be a person who is responsible but can't even eat. The bread is minced, and the green vegetable soup is so light that it can be said that it has no color, aroma and characteristics, and it is not much different from boiling water. Even these things that they freedmen ate came and went. Why do those aristocratic lords sing every day, don't worry about food and clothing, and bully themselves at will. Is it true that a person is destined for life when he is born?

Growing up in an environment that fostered Aaron's rebellious and uninhibited personality. Stealing bread and butter cheese belonging to Mr. Hakim from under the nose of the big bastard old Gibson, even the roast goose and chicken that he could see and touch every day, but even the roast goose and chicken that he couldn't eat, Aaron did it more than once or twice. In Aaron's memory, the act and record of this theft made him feel very honored, so he also remembered it.

Roast goose legs have been stolen once, leftover roast chicken, mutton, and low-quality fruit wine have been eaten three or four times by the guests without telling "daddy"; well, I have forgotten how many times I have forgotten the leftover bread and the bread crumbs that were torn and scattered by the guests in the cracks of the wooden table, anyway, there are so many that I can't remember.

From the beginning of his sensibility, Aaron followed old Gibson in the kitchen of Mr. Hakim's tavern, or was arranged by old Gibson to share almost all the chores in his place for dear little Gibson. More than ten years of lowly life have made Aaron's character rebellious and unruly, but also with a deep brotherly righteousness.

Free people with a background like Aaron, or peasants who have no land in the lord's estate, or their circle of class, are very particular about brotherhood. Because they have no background, if they don't form a gang, it will be difficult for them to survive in this era of frequent wars. As long as their opponents were not nobles, they dared to confront even the rich freemen or their servants who had some wealth in their hands.

"Atai, I'm sorry you're here. "It's been a long time since I've been in Delinzi, and the pain on little Gibson has eased a bit, and after taking a breath, he raised his hand at the muscle-stick Atay.

Atai didn't answer, but slowly slammed Aaron, who was badly wounded, up to the thick roots of a large tree.

Little Gibson, however, soon broke the silence in the woods again, and continued, with a hint of worry in his eyes, "But this time you've done a big deal. ”

"Oh?" Not only Altay, but even Aaron, who was still grinning in pain, couldn't help but spend some precious strength to open his eyelids, and glanced at little Gibson with a look of confusion.

"Do you know who those guys are? they're relatives of Lord Anthony in town. Oh, I can't imagine what they're going to do to us tomorrow!" The timid Gibson shuddered at Atay, and at the same time despaired of his future days in the army.

"Hey, I thought you were going to say something. I know what that young master John is about. Including a few other minor nobles, I know very well. But so what? Are we afraid of them now? Don't forget, the Empire is a martial artist!" Arlen was angry when he heard this, and angrily responded to Gibson's unfounded concern.

Atai touched his head and looked at the two partners in front of him who had been playing together since childhood. In his opinion, Aaron is the most righteous in their group, and he has done a lot of things for his brother anyway, and what he said is right. As for little Gibson, Artey was somewhat contemptuous of him, because the cowardly and timid Gibson was often beaten by other poor people and did not dare to fight back, and even hugged his head and ran away. This is very different from the way my father, who has been a soldier, fought a war, and eaten imperial food, and taught him, and it is incompatible.

Don't give up, don't give up! On the battlefield, even if you face a strong knight alone, you must not abandon your comrades and turn away, but you should hold your long sword, take firm steps, and puff up your chest to meet it. This is the behavior and spirit that an Aragon warrior should have! Only in this way can he be worthy of being a pious disciple of a Aragan people, the great lord of war!

Now that he has become a warrior of the Empire, he must abide by such a code of conduct!

"Dude, don't talk about it. I'm not going to be afraid of John. I'll report everything tonight to Lord Jack early tomorrow morning...... No, it's our Master Chief Curran. Atai's mind was spinning quite quickly, and he suddenly remembered that he was not qualified enough to directly meet His Excellency Captain Jack Weir, so he quickly changed his words. After a pause, he suddenly remembered something, and continued to say righteously: "And, Gibson. I think Aaron is right, the empire is based on martial arts, and in the future, as long as we work hard to kill the enemy on the battlefield and make meritorious contributions, maybe we can also be canonized as knights!"

"That's right, maybe you can still be canonized as a baron-to-be. Well, I've heard from the mercenaries who drank in the tavern that the baron had at least 50 pieces of land! That's all gold coins!"

Good hunters and secretive thieves were the goals of Aaron's time in Salz. However, now an Imperial Warrior, Aaron has raised his goal to more than one level, and that is the baron-to-be. This is a more nourishing life than a hunter, a target that a thief who is more infamous than a thief dares to think of, and is admired and praised.

Commoners who do not have direct noble blood can only be canonized as quasi-barons and knights at the most, in fact, knights are knights, and quasi-barons are generally called hereditary knights. Therefore, it is already very remarkable for a commoner to be a hereditary knight, and it is definitely a matter of honor. Of course, this is in general. If you want to be promoted in the future, you must rely on the efforts of future generations or do some earth-shattering feats yourself. After all, to canonize a new nobleman, he must be given a corresponding territory, and the territory is limited. The king canonizes new nobles, and cannot deprive other nobles of their territories, but can only be elected from the territories of the royal family, which is digging the king's flesh and sucking his marrow, so the king or the big lord is generally stingy.

"Ah, that's good, but ......" Gibson, although he was a little reverie by Alan and Atai, had a cowardly personality, and his ambition was still just to be a good cook. He was always worried about how he would live today, and perhaps I should prostrate myself before Master John, kiss his toes, and beg for his forgiveness. Oh, it should be so, is there anything wrong with it? You know, it's Master John!

What was going on in Gibson's mind, Aaron didn't know. Although he was not surprised that this good partner would say such a thing, he did not like to listen to his Lao Tzu's great principle of being a man with his tail between his legs. Therefore, Aaron held back the pain and stiffened his chest and interrupted, "Hey, guys, let's stop talking about these bad things. When we are knighted one day, we will think about cleaning them up. Now, wow! Look at that—"

With that, Aaron suddenly shouted as he pointed deep into the forest. The other two boys followed his fingers and looked to the southeast.