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"If you can't accept it, Mayor Town, I'm so sorry, I'm leaving. Winter is coming, and in order to earn some money to prepare supplies for the winter, I have to rush to other towns to find work. Segason said as he got up and left.

"Alright, alright Segathon. It's hard for me to decide, but I'm afraid no one else happens to pass by the sign and take over the mess. Go, Segathon, don't promise me anything, but tell me when you're clean, and I'll send the guards to dispose of the corpses, and pay you a little more at the price of two hundred pas, the first two hundred pas. Exclusive, of course, those two poor children. The mayor said firmly.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mayor Town. Tomorrow at dawn, let your men pick up the children from the lighthouse, and may the god of war bless them. ”

Although it is the rainy season in Howling Wind Bay, it is an indisputable fact that a cold winter is coming. Winter in Buandispar is so unpredictable, often the day before the sun is shining, the sun is painful, and in the blink of an eye, heavy snow sweeps in. However, some experienced people, such as the self-proclaimed "hunter" Segasson, can often predict the day of winter by certain signs, and those who do not know these signs, although they can also feel the malice of the plummeting temperatures a few days before the first heavy snowfall, most of them have to suffer a lot because they have prepared too hastily.

The mercenaries entrenched in the abandoned lighthouse were apparently unaware of the harsh winter signs, and as the swarthy horses of Segazon stepped on the stone pavement, they were sitting around the faint campfire drinking and warming themselves from the cold wind of the night.

"Hey!" Segason shouted loudly to get the mercenary's attention, he rolled over and dismounted and drew the odd-shaped sword behind his back, "Two bold fools got in my way in the morning, I want to see if they are still alive." ”

The mercenaries at the campfire immediately got up and grabbed their weapons and surrounded Segathon, and from the lighthouse came a guy with a bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at Segathon's feet. Segathon looked at the mercenaries casually, there were eight of them, wearing different forms of armor and holding various weapons, and it was clear from their positions and preparations that they were all fighting separately for many years, and there was no cooperation at all.

"I thought you weren't that stupid, and you weren't satisfied, and you wanted to go around and die?" said one of the bald men with scars on his face.

"Look at what you said, you can save your life when you are slashed in the face by a tomahawk, and your strength must be extraordinary. I like opponents like you, who are just as effortless to slaughter, but whose heads are worth more than anyone else's. Segason shook his hand back, the thorn at the end of his hilt piercing the assassin who was about to launch a sneak attack behind him. "Don't waste time sneaking around, you guys go up together, I'll do the next job. Segason said.

Naturally, the mercenaries were not frightened by him, and rushed forward desperately to take Segason's life, but Segason just slashed, blocked, and slashed again gracefully, and in a few rounds the mercenaries were beaten to the ground - a small man with a scimitar was kicked into the fire by Segazon, howling and slapping the fire buttocks desperately. Another guy with a sword was chopped off by Segason, and his sword was thrown at the archer, piercing his throat. As for Scarface, who was carrying a warhammer, he was pressed by Segathon with his head against the broken thick trunk of a tree and plunged a sword into his heart from behind.

The bodies of the mercenaries were scattered all over the place, and Segason stepped on the almost extinguished campfire and entered the lighthouse. It was more dilapidated than he had imagined, and when he looked up at the bottom of the tower, there was a big hole in the roof of the shed, which should have been planks and tiles, and the moonlight was creeping in from there. There were no children in the lighthouse, and there were no cultists.

"Probably gone. Segason thought to himself, regretting that he had not been able to save the two children. But as he turned to go back to the tavern to get some good sleep, a bolt from nowhere pierced his chest, and a wave of vertigo took over his head. In a trance, he only saw a fat figure in a black robe.