"Flanne, what are you doing in a daze?"

Early in the morning, somewhere in a small town in the Fifth Kingdom, a child turns back to ask the boy who has fallen behind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Women and children stood on both sides of the road, and a group of men in light armor and armed with crude iron weapons were walking out of town.

The situation at the front was unfavorable, and the king once again issued an urgent conscription order.

The town was lifeless, and the women watched the "knights" leave with their children in their arms.

Before the formation of the Heluthia Alliance, there was a long and dark era, when several kingdoms on the continent fought for their own supremacy. It was also an era when knights were rampant, and as long as they put on light armor and carry inferior iron swords, they would be awarded the title of knight by the king.

But everyone knows that the men in these border towns are just going to the front line to serve as cannon fodder.

His mother told Franan that his father had been drafted into the army the day after he was born, and that he had not heard from him since. The lords repeatedly declared war unfavorable to them, and repeatedly carried out large-scale conscriptions throughout the Fifth Kingdom. In such a situation, even the elite knights sent to the battlefield by the royal capital might not survive, let alone ordinary people like them who had not even learned the art of swordsmanship.

In order to consolidate his hegemony in the town, the lord will occasionally send the prime of life who is dissatisfied with him to the battlefield.

The lord stood at the gate of the town, pretending to say goodbye to the knights who had gone out on the expedition.

In Flanne's eyes, this man is the biggest cancer in the land, and he has a column of elite knights, but he will not even suppress the monsters around the town. The only use of the true knights, who wore refined armor, was to intimidate the townsfolk so that the lord's rule could continue.

Sending disobedient townspeople to be cannon fodder is what the lord is used to. Under his mediocre rule, the once bustling and extraordinary town had long since become deserted, and Farann couldn't understand why the king had sent such an evil lord under the pretext of protecting the townspeople.

But he knew his calling.

He clenched the poisoned dagger in his sleeve and followed at the end of the line.

"Franen!" the friend couldn't help but whisper his name again when he saw his unusual behavior and fierce gaze.

He ignored the knights, and the men, who were saying goodbye to their families, did not notice the child who had blended into the crowd.

Frann had no research on venom, so he had to crush the named weeds from the surrounding mountains and apply the venom to the dagger.

When his mother died three days ago, his last worries were gone.

Patience and compromise are useless, and the townspeople's concessions will only make the lord worse. After blending into the group, Farran's eyes never took off the smiling lord, and it was with this smile that the man sent his father to the front line that he would never return.

I'm afraid that even the blood of this kind of person is black.

He tensed, and with each step, the trembling of the hand holding the dagger became more pronounced. He didn't know if it was fear or excitement, but he knew that the arrogant man would never be wary of a child, and this was his only chance.

"Your murderous aura is too obvious. ”

Suddenly, Farlan was light, and his body was lifted from the crowd and carried to the side of the road.

He looked behind him with a little horror, but what he saw was not the lord's guard. Standing up for him was an old woman, a long sword that contrasted strongly with her temperament at her waist, with a delicate scabbard and a crystal inlaid on it.

In his mind, only nobles could afford to wear such a sword.

No one in the flowing crowd seemed to notice the strange old woman, and the pedestrians passed by her, and their eyes did not linger on the old man for a second.

"A mature assassin only reveals murderous intent at the moment of his sword. ”

The old woman said inexplicably to him: "Boy, what are you going to do after killing that man?"

"Perhaps...... Become a bard?"

Franin replied in a ghostly manner.

There was a young man in the town's tavern who called himself a bard, and at the peak of his business, he would sing a song in the tavern, telling the drinkers about the strange things that had happened all over the continent.

One story one gold coin.

The young man often said this, but according to Franen's observation, the young man never asked them for a gold coin unless the drinkers volunteered, and the boss would give some of the money to the young man every time he went to the tavern to make a proof.

The young man said that the bard is the most liberal profession on the continent.

"I think so too. ”

The old woman smiled, and she pushed Farlan into the crowd, where a woman who knew his mother held him up and gave him a look of pity.

"Because you really don't have the talent to be an assassin!" the old woman's words echoed in his ears.

As if she had not seen the old woman, the woman patted him on the head lovingly and took him in her arms. When Franan came to his senses, the dagger in his sleeve was gone, and the old woman raised the dagger in her hand and walked towards the town gate without looking back.

The deposit has already been paid.

He actually sensed such a meaning from the other party's movements.

Flan's eyes were locked on the old woman's back and the sword at her waist, the moment the other party passed by the lord, his eyes couldn't help but widen, the hand holding the hilt of the sword seemed to move invisibly, the lord still maintained the movement of waving his hand, but the guard beside him noticed something, and involuntarily looked at the old woman's back.

"Hey!"

The guard held out his hand, but his next words got stuck in his throat.

People who witness the sword skills of the hundred winds for the first time often die with such shock and doubts-when and how did the sword come out?

This question lasts until the moment they close their eyes and their breathing stops.

Blood poured out from the throat cuts of the lord and his guards as the people screamed.

More and more people surrounded her, but the old woman had already gone into the distance.

Fran looked fixedly at the old woman's disappearing back, and suddenly got the courage to break free from the woman's embrace and chase after her.

......

Countless white cuts suddenly flashed in the stone pillar that was constantly pressing down on Flann, Ramov's pupils shrank, and the moment the stone pillar was broken, the figure of the red-robed man had already appeared in front of him.

The sword in his hand burned with a shocking white flame.

Hundred Winds.

This kind of extremely fast speed is definitely that person's sword skill!

But doesn't the information say that this man doesn't know swordsmanship?

Ramov didn't have time to think about it, Bai Yan formed a wall of fire in front of him, and between the staggering, he seemed to see the sneer on Flanne's face, and he jumped directly over the wall of fire on his tiptoes, turning into an afterimage and rushing into the cabinet.

This guy ......

Could it be that he is also a disciple of Baifeng?

The momentary confrontation brought a great shock to Ramov, he couldn't leave here, the Holy Maiden's enchantment could no longer hold up, if the stone pillar lost the supply of his scoring power, then the entire cabinet would fall in an instant!

Alyssa, I'm sorry!

I seem to have put in an amazing monster...... (To be continued.) )