However, it was not appropriate for Gigmont to appear as the leader of the rebels in a city that was likely to hide spies from the Holy Cult who did not want the Alliance to be formed, so the baronet, the non-silent officer, stepped forward, and he replaced Gygmont as the temporary leader of the convoy, and Lovien became his sideguard as a matter of course. Lovian didn't care much about this, but Francis couldn't stand the feeling of being a baron.

Lovian glanced at Francis coldly, choking all his complaints into his stomach.

"The real aristocracy is not a person who is decorated with a complicated and cumbersome surname, or a noble and exquisite family crest! even if the real nobleman is a guard, when standing next to the so-called master, the visitor can still see at a glance that you are the real master - this is the nobleman!" Luo Weian scolded emotionlessly, using these demon concepts to subtly transform the little puppeteer Francis.

They were greeted by the Baron Saraus, whose territory was far away. He's a little nervous. When riding on a maroon war horse and wearing an old-looking armor, it always gives the impression of a strong crossbow.

"Guests from Edelstein from afar...... Baron Sarauss, with a shrill voice, dismounted and saluted their officer, Baron Cady, "the officials are not strictly governed...... I've frightened you—"

"I'll reiterate it to Viscount La Luca myself—as for you, you don't seem to have that ability. Cady said indifferently. Don't give any face.

Saraus probably knew that being able to mobilize the power of such a powerful knight to the far city he was supporting to the death had brought him to the forefront of the storm, and the most important thing he should do now was to listen carefully to the arrangement, although the leader of the team was a baron of his rank. But......

"Lovian, give the list to Mr. Saraus," Cady said with a cold face, "Mr. Saraus, do you know about the bandits that are wreaking havoc in your territory?"

Hearing this question, the caravan leaders who surrounded him suddenly rushed to Cadi and the ten knights around him and their servants as if they had grasped some kind of life-saving straw.

"Grown-ups...... Help us—all my possessions are there......"

“...... Where are my brothers dead - help us get revenge......"

"Save Our ......"

“......”

The gauze face was full of the last hope. The destruction of the caravan, even if it survives, means that its future is bleak. The mercenaries who were hired by the caravan to protect them. Lost a partner who had worked with him for many years.

The desperate cries of these humans were not much different from the cries of sparrows outside the door in winter. But now, as he began to get used to the life of a human being, he suddenly felt a sense of sympathy that he did not understand.

This is for the Legion Commander Lovian Brady Myunn. It's completely ridiculous. But for those who have already begun to try to understand themselves as a human being. Then for Lovian Bradymuen, a citizen who has integrated into human society, this long-forgotten emotion is irrepressibly growing in his heart. He frowned slightly, and sat down in the seat of the coachman in the front carriage. Behind him, Francis was only clutching the corners of his clothes, as if he was a little disgusted by the pleadings of these people.

Lovian's icy eyes swept over Francis again, and Francis felt like falling into an ice cellar, "You know what I mean?"

Francis nodded repeatedly.

There is a faint smell of vanilla in the air.

Lovien had noticed this a long time ago, it was the unique aura of the elves. It seems that the Far City has been able to hold back the increasingly rampant bands of thieves many times. Not only because of their aging horses and emaciated cavalry, but also because of the elven archers who hid in the shadows.

But it's another reason why thieves covet Far City.

On the mainland. After the Patriotic War, human beings only abandoned the tradition of enslaving their own people and turned other intelligent races into their own slaves, which is a classic portrayal of human desires.

The demons are the most traditional agricultural race, and in order to survive in Edelstan, the farming techniques of the demons far surpass those of other races. Therefore, in the manor industry of those inland nobles, the demon slaves are the best farmers, and they have an understanding of the land engraved in their bones.

Orcs are a group of simple-minded and well-developed creatures, and humans do not demand much of them, and they tend to engage in simple heavy body labor. Since the orcs did not participate in the war between humans and demons, there were not many orc slaves, and they were often prisoners of the battle between the orc tribes in the mountains and were sold to the human world as coolies.

The dwarves were freer, and they built magnificent underground cities in the mountains of the continent, and had a fairly developed civilization. The dwarves' obsession and love for ores and metals is beyond human comprehension. In the backyard of the Earl of Wintington is a tiny dwarven underground village that crafts all sorts of metal for Gear City, from pots and pans to farm tools. The dwarves who are proficient in mining are also leaders in mine excavation. Dwarves became slaves for much the same reasons as orcs, being prisoners of war in tribal warfare.

The elves are a race that yearns for freedom, and because this race does not have much centripetal force, the elven villages and small cities are scattered all over the continent. This gave the human slave traders the opportunity to sneak into the elven cities and wait for an opportunity to capture the elegant and beautiful elves and sell them to the rich merchants and nobles. However, this is also a dangerous business, because the elves are not as ignorant as the orcs, and they also have a fairly developed civilization, especially their deep understanding of art, which makes them often have a fairly good position in human society. The elves are just united in their own small villages, and perhaps an elf is sold to a family in the capital, and tragedy occurs when a well-known artist in the capital discovers that the new elven slave is from the same village as himself. The elegant and noble elves will not hesitate to use all their power to destroy the nobility of their own people. Elves are born with strong eyesight. Extremely agile and jaw-dropping ability to restore fù make the elves hiding in the shadows the most fearsome assassins.

But any well-trained elf can fetch a high price of more than 10,000 gold coins in the market. This money can make an ordinary family live for a lifetime. The resistance of the elves is extremely strong, many elves are unwilling to become human playthings even if they die, coupled with the strength of the elves individually, capturing elves has become a high-risk but high-reward activity. For those outlaw thieves, this is the fodder of their crazy life.

Lovian's mental strength allows him to stay awake throughout the day with only a small amount of sleep. Mastma wasn't very mentally strong, so he left her in the carriage to sleep. All the convoy personnel lived in the wagon, refusing the hotel rooms vacated by Saraus after he evicted the rest of the hotel. Only a few of the knights' servants chose to spend the night on the wooden floor of the inn hall.

The night is quiet. After one last rounding the carriage in which Gigmont and Bell were, he followed the scent of elven vanilla and swept south of the city.

The south gate of the city faces an endless grassland. On the battlements, he saw a lone elf standing there, looking out over the moonlit meadow.

"I'm thinking about what you're here for, Demons. "The back of the elf reflected in the moonlight was slender and lonely. Her human voice has an Elven tone.

Lovian stood behind her. He asked, "Why did you decide that I was a demon?"

The elves looked back, a delicate cheek that the elves would have, but a little too thin and sad. She looked very young, and the non-royal elves could not reach the lifespan of the royal elves of five thousand years, and they were almost the same as the demons, with a lifespan of about twice that of humans.

"Didn't you ask this question yourself?" the elves looked back at the endless grassland.

Lovien sensed the elf's inner turmoil, and he stepped forward, side by side with the elf.

"Your family is in their hands?"

"My sister. The elf said lightly. Changed the subject, "I didn't expect to be in this world. I can also see a demon who thinks of you as sanctimonious. ”

Lovian smiled, not commenting on the matter, "I don't think elves wear clothes without embroidery. ”

The elf's expression did not change, and there was a moment of silence before Lovian spoke.

"You're going to rescue them?"

"I am the best archer in the village, and I must stay to protect them. Humanity is too weak. "I think I should let you know that one of your people is there." She was alive and kicking when she was caught, and now—who knows. ”

Lowe was shocked, "Why is she here with you?"

"She was an abandoned baby we adopted, a very beautiful little child. I'm only twenty-two years old this year. The elves turned, "I don't think you're weak. It's not your weak body, it's your spirit. ”

Is a twenty-two-year-old demon slave...... Lowe thought to himself, except for Mastma, he hadn't seen any other demons in this world. Especially knowing that all demons are struggling under the enslavement of human beings, it is a hidden pain in his heart. If you want to save the demons from it, it is by no means a simple matter, but it must be gradually accumulated from the simplest place......

"You ...... Living with humans?" Lovian looked at a delicate wooden house in the southern part of the city, in the style of elves.

"Humans can still give us a little bit of cover. As for the scum of the human race, you'd better be careful. The elf said.

Luo Weian didn't think that there would be three cyclone warriors in that group of human thieves, and as for the magician, it was a role that was difficult for the great nobles of the human race to invite.

"How's it going, Eore?" he asked suddenly, seeing the elf turn around.

"Eore?...... They have all disappeared in Victoria for 500 years, and there is no royal rule, the elves...... Is it still a race?" the elf head jumped off the battlements without looking back, a simple bow and arrow behind it that smelled of wood.

The brief conversation aborted, and Lovian felt the same way he had lost Damien and his mother in a long time since he had felt it in another person.

There was a tingle in his eyes, a blood-red blur.

The demons who had lost their wings still fell lightly to the city, and in front of them was a cold moonlight. A little at Lovian's feet. Following the faint smell of tobacco in the distance, he hurried forward.

The vast grassland retreated rapidly under the acceleration of his essence, and he made this decision in a trance. It's like when he decided in a trance to go to the Dark Mage's retreat.

A ray of light soon caught his eye, but he didn't see the cacophony of drinking and rude scolding in the imaginary hordes of human thieves, and the broken bottles and worthless belongings scattered from the stolen goods everywhere. Those precious goods such as gold and silver jewelry were all held in the arms of the bearded thieves, softer than their own sons. The minions with the largest numbers did not dare to rob the treasures of the powerful little leaders, so they had to rob others with red eyes.

It's chaos.

Lovian felt a neat movement with his palms to the ground.

"Human cavalry?" Lowe thought reassuringly.

He hid beside a large tree more than 500 meters away from the camp of thieves with four or five hundred people. Under the cover of night, he didn't worry that anyone would be able to spot him.

Gradually, the thieves, who were squabbling in confusion, heard the sound of horses' hooves. A couple of young horse thieves were frightened by the neat regular army. There were a few exclamations. The old thief beside him slapped him off his horse, and the young thief lay on the ground with his face covered and screamed in pain, and several people squinted at him with contempt.

"Why didn't they run away?" said Lovien to himself, he guessed. Thieves who value their lives will not leave behind what they have just grabbed. And the speed of their horses could not be comparable to that of the regular army.

In the faint light, the silent black-armored cavalry held up their cavalry spears, which were also painted black, and lined up in a neat array, slamming towards the chaotic array without caring about themselves, causing the greatest casualties.

"Strange, don't they have a sentry officer?Zot Province only needs one such raid to completely wipe them out......" Lovian thought as he marched, aiming for the large stacked boxes behind the hundreds of horse thieves, where there might be iron cages for demon slaves.

The black-armored cavalry stopped silently. A black wave rolled up. Lowe was relieved to compare them to the human cavalry in his impression, and they were a little too murderous. But it lacks some robust and magnificent momentum.

Surrounded by horse thieves, their leader, a burly man with two sabers on his back, stepped forward. He looked cautiously at the knight at the front of the black-armored cavalry, who was shrouded in black.

The cold tip of the cavalry spear was aimed at the chests of the five hundred men in front of him.

"Lord Freyette, you're here early!" said the leader of the thieves, looking respectfully to the black-armored knight in front of him.

"Sooner or not, it's none of your business. Ferrett's hoarse voice came out, "Barn, seeing that you know each other, I won't take your life today." The time you just made the deal was wrong, do you know that the leader of the rebels in Edelstein is there?"

Barn took a cool breath and thought of the poison in the tea and the poison needle in the pillow that the rebel organization was ubiquitous.

"Okay...... I'll let the boys give their earnings to Lord Lord Grant—you may not know that we're finally going to do it to the village elves!" Barn flattered.

Ferrette raised his eyebrows, and his gloomy face looked even more ghostly.

"Do what you like—how many men did the elves cost you?" Ferrette remained motionless on his horse.

"There are only forty-five ghosts, and the Marquis is bothered...... Mistress Ferrit, we didn't catch an elf, it was a demon girl. ”

Ferrette made a sound through his nose, the demon woman is indeed more beautiful than the average human, but not as beautiful as the elven girl, but his employer seems to be tired of the elves in the house who look like a mold, and a demon girl may be able to give him a taste of something new......

Seeing that Ferrett was not angry, Barn was overjoyed, maybe there would be fewer people lost this time, "That's a demon girl who grew up in the elf clan, haven't you seen it-"

Freette didn't reply, and reached down and threw down a small bag. Barn was overjoyed, and hurriedly threw himself on the ground to pick up the small cloth bag, opened it and looked at the weight of the most expensive lutetium crystal inside.

Barn knelt down on one knee and said respectfully, "Lord Xie—— boys, give way and load Lord Ferret!"

Lovian had already infiltrated the back of the camp, his eyes flashing with a yellow light that made the night impossible to stop his vision. He glanced back and forth, listening to the conversation between the bandits and the officers and soldiers.

"The family of officials and bandits...... Humans are still like that. Luo Wei'an sneered, if there weren't so many human traitors back then, how could the demon race be turned upside down in the human race with more than a hundred times the number of its own army, and almost conquered the human race?

Although he was not familiar with the nobles in the human concept, Lovian at least understood that the human marquis named Grant was the big patron behind the scenes, and every once in a while he would make a fortune from the harvest of this group of thieves, and anyway, he could be planted on the bandits who were caught and put on the gallows. And this Ferrette is Grant's subordinate, who is responsible for collecting stolen goods.

The aristocracy is through guò bandits to squeeze the people's livelihood, hum!

Lovian's eyes grew colder, he had taken off his gloves, and ten bright purple nails were emitting a special scent in the air.

He hid behind a large box and listened to several bearded middle-aged thieves scolding and swearing as they came over to move the boxes. He hid behind a large box and listened to several bearded middle-aged thieves scolding and swearing as they came over to move the boxes. (To be continued......)