"Nonsense!

"Forget it." Fatis hurriedly dissuaded the two, he patted James on the shoulder, and said, "I promise you, we will definitely return safely with her, she is about to grow up, give her a chance to hone." ”

James looked at Fatis, and stopped talking. He scratched his head, lost in thought, and said, "Kress." ”

Kress looked at James and waited for his reply.

"I don't know how to use a sword, so I can't go with you for a qiē, so be it. The bald old man stopped paying attention to the crowd and went downstairs on his own.

Kress watched him leave, his expression a little sad. Then a hand was on her shoulder, and she was startled.

"Hi. Jamila put her arm around Kress affectionately and comforted:

"It's not life and death, don't be so sad, be happy. ”

Kress frowned and shook off Jamila's hand, then briskly chased in the direction James had left. Jamila was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"You two are like a mother and daughter. Alleyne teased

Early the next morning, with the exception of Resarit, Rolf, and James, everyone left Riva and followed Kress to the robbers' hideout.

The sky was cloudy and it was snowing lightly. Scattered snowflakes scattered in the sky above the city of Riwacheze, making everything look gray.

Ressarit sat in a chair by the window and read Benjamin Button to Rolf. Then he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Rolf frowned, got up and opened the door, it was James.

"Lord James. Is there anything wrong?" said Resarit as she stood up and said with a pleasant face. He had a lot of affection for the man who healed him.

James naturally leaned against the door frame and waved his hand: "It's not a big deal, just some small questions." ”

Resarit nodded, "Please speak." ”

"Do you hate Kress?"

Resarit raised an eyebrow and didn't answer directly: "I'm sure you must not have a good opinion of the thief who stole your wallet." ”

"That's not going to divide a child, is it? she's underage! and you're a mercenary group. ”

"A mercenary group?" Resarit smiled and looked at James, "I believe you're mistaken, we're just a few scattered mercenaries." ”

"Then why is Ellene"

"Huh. He was just a runaway knight fanatic. Everywhere imitates my Commander, Your Excellency. ”

James was a little confused, and Resarit patiently explained to him:

"Every one of us, except for the new Swadian knight, is bound by an oath. So we came together to serve His Excellency the Commander, we swore an oath to him, we respected our Commander!, so we kept our promise!" Resarit was a little excited when he said of his commander: "He is a wise leader! He is for us" Resarit's face changed suddenly. It's like remembering something. He subconsciously took a step back and leaned back in his chair: "I talk a lot, I hope you don't take it to heart Rolf, send a doctor"

Rolf immediately violently pushed the bewildered James out of the door and closed the door. Ressarit walked briskly to the window, pushed it open, and gasped for breath.

"Are you alright?" asked Rolf with concern.

Ressarit did not answer, but slowly sat down on the ground.

A force of twelve men marched slowly across the vast snowfield. Towards the mountains in the distance.

Among them, a Nord man in heavy armor paused. shouted at the front of the line, impatiently asked about the distance, but the answer was very succinct.

"It's coming. Cress, who was riding with Aragorn, said with a blank face.

"Tsk!" the Nord frowned, then took the liquor from his waist and took a sip. Then he vented his frustration at the crossbowman wearing a green wool hat on the side.

"TMD! Four-legged guy! I don't know how tired it is to be two-legged!"

The green-haired crossbowman turned his head and replied lightly: "Be content, those one-legged ones can't get tired even if they want to." ”

"A leg! good idea!" the Nord chatted with the crossbowman: "My brother, a mighty Nord warrior and a good sailor, but he was hit by an arrow in the knee!

“”

"He's got a drink with me!But I can't beat him!!," the Nord shook his fist excitedly, as if proud.

The crossbowman touched his nose and said with a smile, "Why can't you beat it?"

"My brother's throwing weapon! When he was a sailor!

"Is it just a loss of something?"

"He's got three skulls cut off with an axe!"

The crossbowman shuddered, not frightened, of course, but frozen. He looked at the Nord flask and asked for it.

"This wine, a specialty of my hometown! A pot of ten dinars is at least!" The Nord raised his head: "My brother dries it!"

An old archer in front of the Nord was a little overwhelmed, and he turned his head and reminded, "Be quiet." ”

"Be quiet?" The Nord raised an eyebrow, then screamed and shouted the ballad of his homeland, but no one understood, only a harsh sound. There was a commotion in the procession, and a cavalryman came up in front of him, warning him.

"Hey, save some strength to suppress the bandits, do you want to be a human totem pole or what?" said Alleyne.

"'I have nine lives!'

"Hey, are you listening?"

"'I'm back!'

“”

Kress turned his head and looked curiously at the back of the bustling area, and asked Aragorn, "Mr. Knight, is this the mercenary you are looking for?" ”

Aragorn smiled bitterly. "Mercenaries, no, they're bounty hunters, and they're scattered bounty hunters. ”

Cress looked at Aragorn. gave him a smile: "Is there a difference?"

"One eats on commissions, the other on bounties. ”

Kress picked the corners of his mouth, and then suddenly noticed his gray-blue eyes, which seemed to be full of vicissitudes and confusion. Somewhat unnaturally, she turned her head away and looked into the distance.

"How old are you, sir?"

Aragorn was a little surprised, he looked at Kressie's short orange-yellow hair, and said with a smile:

"Does it matter?"

"Amount"

"Huh. Aragorn smiled and touched his nose: "Honestly. I forgot. ”

"Can you forget this?"

Aragorn exhaled deeply and said slowly, "There was a troubadour who said, 'When you are caught in the black fire, a qiē has no meaning. I just thought it was cool. Only now do I know that there is another deep meaning of "The Wind of War". If you are interested, you can go to the Scholars Association to check it, it is quite famous. ”

Kreston paused, and said no more. Then he hung his head, looking a little disappointed

Ultimately. The team reached their destination. The junction of the bandit camp was shown in front of them. But it's very narrow. It doesn't look like it's possible to ride through.

As the leader of this temporary team, Fatis silently waved his hand to the crowd, signaling to get ready. Then he removed the shield from his back and drew his sword. He had just opened his mouth to issue some instructions when he was disrupted by the sudden action of a bounty hunter.

The bounty hunter drew his macehead and suddenly fell to his knees. He beckoned to Fatis and pointed to his nose again.

"The smell of blood!" he shouted.

"What?" Fatis was a little overwhelmed, and the bounty hunter didn't explain it to him, but walked into the valley on his own.

"Hey, come back!" Fatis came back to his senses. But knowing that it was no longer effective, he anxiously gave orders to his troops: "We are exposed! Prepare for battle!"

The crowd nervously guarded the entrance. Formations were set, but no sirens were heard. The bounty hunter reappeared at the entrance, and one of the bounty hunters in the group burst into foul language, accusing him of recklessness. But he didn't seem to care, and his words surprised everyone.

"It's all dead, let's take a look. ”

The Nord man grew his mouth and asked, "You killed it?"

"Of course not, hey, why are you all staying there, come here, boys, no snow monsters!" the bounty hunter was a little impatient

Aragorn leaned to the left, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Kress's view. But a step too late, Kress was still stunned by the sight in front of him, and more than two dozen corpses were lying on the snow, surrounded by bewitching red bloodstains. The corpses were all pierced through their heads, each with an arrow stuck in its head, and the arrow was glued with white brains and red blood.

Fatis frowned, ordered, "Search!" and then skimmed over the corpses and led the way to the wooden complex not far away.

As the crowd dispersed, Aragorn touched Cress's head, comforted her, and told her to stay well. Then he joined the search team

"What did you find?" asked Arenn as he looked at Aragorn, who was observing the corpse.

"Vecchia's military arrows," Aragorn frowned, observing the brain-stained arrow in his hand.

"Hmm, maybe they were killed by the security forces ahead of time?"

"No way. Aragorn leaned over to another corpse and took a closer look: "There were no new sword wounds on their bodies. ”

"They were dealt with by a pure archer force?"

"Perhaps. Aragorn stood up and threw away his arrows: "To be sure, they are very good at archery, but why would such high-end troops waste time and bandits in conflict?"

"Who knows?" said Alleyne shrugged.

Aragorn silently continued to observe the corpses, and Ellen did not bother him any longer, but joined the gathering team on the other side.

A strong man in a fur hat inappropriately intruded into Aragorn's sight, and he nodded to Aragorn as a greeting. Then, with a swing of his axe, he cut off the head of the corpse that Aragorn was observing. Put it in a large cloth bag, turn around and leave.

Aragorn frowned, silently watching the strong man walk away. A sentence comes to mind:

"Whoever blasphemes the body will be cast out by his God. (To be continued......)