Like a sleeping beast, the city of Riwache was lying across the avenue ahead. In the dim starlight, it looks swarthy. Only the sparkling light proves its vitality.

Aragorn was heavily armoured, and along with Cress, led the front of the group. The two of them rode slowly.

In this small team of more than a dozen people, there was silence, and an atmosphere of frustration permeated the air. Occasionally, there is a sleepy yawn or an inaudible mutter.

"Where did you come from, and what do you want to do?" the gatekeeper asked, standing in the middle of the road, in a stiff tone.

"We are local mercenaries," replied Aragorn, "just finished our mission and rushed back." ”

"A team of local mercenaries, the accent sounds like Nord is here!" the soldier at the gate said softly, as if talking to himself. He looked coldly at Aragorn and the others before slowly getting out of the way and letting them pass.

"Stop!" the other gatekeeper shouted with a sudden shrill voice, quickly removing the spear from behind him, and pulling the Nord out of the group.

"Hah! Harboring Nord spies!What do you have to say?!" another soldier drew his sword as well.

"You're a spy!" the Nord broke away from the spear soldier's hand, "Lao Tzu is a bounty hunter!"

"Phew!!!" the saber soldier pointed his sword at the Nords, "Wartime swagger!

"War?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Fatis frowned and dismounted, and asked the soldier, "Which two countries?

The soldier hesitated. He replied: "The afternoon before yesterday, the Nord Kingdom declared war on the Kingdom of Vekia. ”

Aragorn smiled bitterly, they had left the day before yesterday morning.

"Ahem!" Arenn suddenly coughed loudly. Then he walked up to the spear-wielding soldier, quietly handed him a bag of dinars, changed his face to a sad face, and pleaded: "My lord! Look at us poor people who have sold our lives for the sake of the dinars! Look, we were the Riwa chacha that had left the morning before yesterday, and we didn't meet anyone on the way, and we were all here for our livelihood. Let's be considerate of each other. ”

The soldier tossed the weight of the dinar, then put the dinar in his waist bag with a blank face, and coughed a few times. With a sad look, he sighed, "Alas, that's right." They're all miserable."

With a melancholy look in his eyes, he put away his spear, walked over to the other soldier, and pressed his sword against the Nords. The other soldier looked at the spearman in bewilderment. The spear soldier patted the purse on his waist. Then he nodded to it. The saber soldier instantly understood.

"Ah, troubled times!" the saber soldier wailed, "Ahh

The Nord man nodded sternly.

"Alas!" the spear soldier sighed, then turned his head dashingly, and waved his hand: "You all go in! ”

The crowd echoed and hurried into the town. And stopped on the next street corner, and Fatis signaled that he had something to say.

"This time I led everyone to run for nothing. I'm sorry. Fatis politely said, "But you have also heard that the war has begun! So, let's break up here!"

"It's long overdue, it's a waste of time. ”

"Alas, a trip for nothing. ”

The troops were confused for a moment before slowly dispersed. Some people greeted each other before leaving. Others didn't even say hello and disappeared into the dark alleys. Eventually, only the Nord and a young hunter remained.

Fatis looked at them and asked puzzledly, "Is there anything else?"

"I think," the Nord man scratched his head in embarrassment, "I want to borrow some money." ”

"What are you borrowing money for?" asked the young hunter on the side, turning his head.

"Back home. ”

“”

"Huh. The Nord people looked embarrassed: "All I have is my equipment and a few pieces of dried meat, and Vikya can't accommodate me." So I want to go back to Tiha to find my brother, but if I don't have any money, I think, uh, I think I'll starve to death on the way."

Half a continent away. Alleyne thought about it, and then dismissed the idea of lending him money.

"How many dinars do you want?" asked Aragorn with a blank face.

"Uh, ten, uh! no, six!" the Nord said incoherently, "Okay five! I'll only need five dinars!"

"Give. Without the slightest hesitation, Aragon stepped forward and handed the Nord twenty dinars. The Nords took it, but after seeing the dinar in their hands, they were a little stunned.

"This" Nords were a little surprised, even a little puzzled. He couldn't believe that the mercenary cavalry in front of him had lent him such a sum of money. After a while, he reacted and gave Aragorn a formal warrior salute.

"Thank you!"

Aragorn took off his helmet and smiled bitterly at him. Seeing this, Alleyne on the side smiled a little unnaturally.

Fatis looked at the young hunter and asked, "What about you?"

"I—I want to join you!" said the young hunter excitedly, "You're a team, aren't you?"

"All right, Mr. Prophet. Alleyne sighed, "Why?"

"Because it's so cool!" said the young hunter, opening his backpack and showing the neatly folded blankets inside, "This is only my first time as a bounty hunter!

"Overseer?" Fatis froze for a moment. Jamila on the side asked curiously, "Then what is your mother's job?"

"My mother owned a bakery!"

"Then you're going to be a bounty hunter. ”

"Hey! because it's exciting!"

Alleyne coughed lightly and guessed, "You ran away from home?"

"Hmm!" replied the young hunter calmly.

Alleyne and Aragorn looked at each other. Then with a wry smile in return, Fatis coughed unnaturally and said meaningfully to him, "Forget it." You'd better go home. You have a treasure, you know, go home, cherish it, protect it. ”

"Eh" young man at a loss: "But"

"You'll understand"

“”

"Nords!" Aragorn beckoned to the Nords.

"What's the matter?!sir!!" the Nord man looked at Aragorn sternly.

"Keep an eye on this kid, at least don't let him follow."

"Yes!!" the Nord straightened his back.

"I'm an adult!" the young hunter replied, with some agitation. But no one paid any attention to him, and Aragorn and the others waved goodbye to the two and disappeared into the depths of the street. The young hunter opened his mouth to say something. He stepped forward to follow, but was almost startled down by a loud roar from the Nords.

"Stop!!Boy!Move, I'll tear you down!!"

"Exerod, I've heard of him. Rolf looked into the distance and said, "The leader of the most powerful bandit group in Vecchia." King of Snow Pirates. ”

"A patriot. Alleyne added, "I bet this army is going to Riwacha to support the defenders." ”

"Then I'll bet this army is just a flock of scavengers," Rolf said slowly, "I've heard that he killed his lord, Aren. I don't think a guy who has no order in his eyes has no so-called patriotic spirit. ”

"You must not have heard the full version of the story. Alleyne smiled bitterly and said, "Tell me, where did you hear that?"

"The troubadour of the Živa Chaze. ”

Alleyne smiled bitterly. Then pull out a wine bag. Taking a sip, he motioned to Rolf, who refused expressionlessly.

"You know, I'm from Wiki. I can say that I grew up listening to Ezerode's stories, how about he not being a pure snowfield bandit, would you like to hear it?"

Rolf didn't reply, but nodded slightly.

"Ezerode, like me, came from a declining aristocratic family. But voluntarily he left the protection of the family. He joined the army and became a knight with his brilliant exploits. ”

"I feel," Rolf said slowly, "that your runaway from home has something to do with Etherod. ”

Alleyne smiled bitterly: "But his steps don't stop there. The lords held him in high esteem. He was very important, and it is said that his name always appeared in the banquet invitations of the lords. I have a feeling that if he hadn't done that, he might have been one of the Lords by now. ”

"He killed his lord?"

"That's right. Alleyne nodded, "Then do you know why he killed his lord?"

Rolf was silent and instead looked directly at Alleyne to show that he was interested in the answer.

Ellen was stared at by Rolf, but he still smiled perfectly and said, "You know? Based on my years of experience, Vikia seems to be united, but in fact it has long been divided into several groups. But if a strong enemy comes to attack, they will still be unanimous with the outside world. Alleyne sold: "As much as I hate to say this, the truth is that there is darkness and corruption within Vekia. ”

"Skip the politics, Aren. What I want to know about is Ezerode. Rolf said slowly.

"It means that the lords and nobles are now reduced to vampires of the commoners, how do I feel like I'm scolding myself. Aryne was stunned, "And the lord of Exerod is precisely the most representative one, it is said that it seems that the lord violated one of Exerod's inviolable principles, and then was sent to hell by the sword of the enraged Exerod." ”

"A stunned blue-headed. Rolf commented.

"He's a hero to a commoner!" corrected Alleyne, "but his actions violated the creed of a knight, and he was guilty of betrayal, so his knighthood was revoked by the lords." Then, he was targeted by countless bounty hunters, do you know how high his bounty was at that time?"

Rolf didn't reply, but Alleyne smiled wryly, and his enthusiasm was extinguished.

"Fifteen hundred dinars! the equivalent of one-fifth of a month's tax in Zhivadin, the capital of Vecchia! Although the murder of the lord is a strict matter, there is really no need to bother with it, you must know that these thousand and five hundred dinars are not all made up by the lords themselves. ”

(To be continued......)