The chubby aunt brought the mashed potatoes to the table, looking in a trance, and the wooden plate with the lettuce was almost knocked over by her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the Vark and the others escaped from Vic, they didn't take much food with them, and Yves rode horses to nearby villages to exchange for some food along the way.

They were so hungry that they wanted to swallow the wooden plate together, so they didn't notice the aunt's dodgy look.

The little girl didn't like carrots very much, but under Palmie's stern gaze, she reluctantly took a small bite, and then turned her attention to the aunt who kept rubbing her hands next to her. She turned her head curiously and whispered to Palmie, "Mom, why doesn't Aunt Vader eat?"

The immature child's voice made the aunt slightly stunned, and smiled awkwardly: "I'm not hungry, you eat, you eat." ”

Pamir raised his head: "Aunt Vida, why don't you eat with us, there are so many dishes." ”

The boss walked over and nudged Aunt Vader.

"No, let's just make something to eat. The boss pushed the aunt into the wooden door at the back of the living room.

Pamir had no choice but to continue to hand the carrot to the little girl's mouth.

A couple of adventurers, mercenaries, to be exact. Adventurers and mercenaries are often conflated, but there are subtle differences. The former went around risking around just out of interest, while the mercenaries had to go on dangerous adventures for a living.

They left the hotel and went straight to a farmhouse in the wilderness, which originally belonged to a farmer named Nick, but he "accidentally" provoked the Black Bear Mercenary Group, and lost all his life.

The farmhouse was converted into a collective dormitory, and the surplus was thrown outside. The regimental commander was training two new young men in the open space outside the farmhouse. He put his hand in front of his forehead to block out the glare of the sun, and his eyes were blank, and in the distance several untamed creatures were rushing towards him from the untended farmland.

The head of the regiment snorted heavily from his nose, he didn't see these guys early in the morning, and sure enough, he went to eat and drink again.

"Commander, commander, there are fat sheep!" The stout big mercenary was the first to run in front of the commander, his thick lips closed one by one, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"Oh?" the regimental commander suddenly became interested, and with a wave of his hand, he made the two young mercenaries stop the wooden daggers in their hands.

The mercenaries surrounded him and quickly explained what had happened to Byron, and the regimental commander immediately lost interest. It's just a few hillbillies, and it's better to rob them than to train honestly. The regimental commander reprimanded several mercenaries severely, and a shout came from behind the farmhouse: "It's time to eat." ”

Everyone's faces were relieved, revealing pitiful expressions, and the head of the regiment had no choice but to wave his hand helplessly. Several people immediately cheered and rushed over.

Colin Castle

The knight, covered in silver-white armor, stood silently at the top of the tower, intricate holy crests snaking up the armor, arcane runes dotted in between, and delicate white lily of the valley coat of arms woven with fine wire on his chest.

"Huh~" A black shadow came out of the clouds in the clear blue sky, heading straight for the tower, the knight's expression hidden under the mask changed slightly, arrow eagle.

The creature from the elemental frontier writhed its snake-soft body, two pairs of yellow wings covered in feathers flapped lightly, and turned to fly away.

A heavy scroll fell from the air, and the knight copied it in his hand, turning into a silver-white streamer and leaping down from under the tower, and soon came to the lord's office.

He pushed open the door decorated with expensive frosted glass, and the floor was strewn with a large number of paper manuscripts, two young maids stood cautiously in the corner, and several clerks were busy copying on the ground.

The young Baron Colin Deresan propped his head and drew boredly with a quill on his desk. His fine blonde hair was rubbed messily by him, and his eyelids drooped, looking bored.

The knight stepped forward and handed the scroll in his hand to the maid who was standing aside.

"Philial, can't you just give it to me, who would do anything to a little baron?" said the young baron, holding his cheeks and slurring his words.

Even the maid didn't pay attention to him, but gently unfolded the scroll, and only put it in front of Colin after making sure that there was no danger.

The young lord casually glanced at the brief words on the scroll, and the pen in his hand snapped and fell to the desk, and he stood up in disbelief.

There are only four short words on the snow-white scroll: Fall of Ferry.

As the only recognized mage organization in Duru and the most powerful mage organization in the country, the mages of the Philip Tower have always had a status above the local nobility, matched by a powerful and mysterious power.

How is it possible, how is it possible!

Colin glanced at the people in the room, who were staring blankly at him.

That's Fairy!Five golden-level high-level wizards are in charge of the tower, and rune clouds built up of magic nets have been shrouding the tower for many years, and even the shadow plane is covered with dimensional locks.

The young baron remembers having the privilege of visiting the majestic tower in the Plain of Jewels, when he first truly appreciated the meaning of never falling.

The door was pushed open again, and the butler ran in breathlessly.

"My lord, it's not good!"

"Don't panic, what's going on?"

"Horace and Lord Talon drove the refugees from the north to the west. The butler wiped his sweat and his eyes were full of anxiety.

"What! these two damn bastards. Colin roared through gritted teeth. In the Moon of Flowing Fire (Midsummer), Selby's undead archon, the "withered lord", took advantage of the war between Duru and Dardanelles, and led the army of the undead, bypassing the blockade of the Celestial Land from the permafrost, and attacked Douglas City with lightning lightning, opening a large hole in the northern defense line.

By the time St. Orso's reinforcements arrived in the north, it had become a dead field. Countless awakened spirits drove the refugees from the north to the south, and the whole north was in chaos.

The young baron had a vague feeling that the Dardanelles and Selby's undead had long been allied. Of course, he only dared to think in his heart, and groundless accusations would only make people look down on him.

He stood there and thought for a moment, then picked up a blank piece of paper, wrote it quickly, and then poked the lord's seal on it fiercely.

"Heideman, go to the Temple of Fortune, tell Priest Haru about the situation, and lend out all their gold coins. The baron pulled out another piece of paper and wrote, it was clear that the temple gold was not enough.

Those godheads have recently received oracles and are carrying out a plan called, Tide of Morning Light. That plan was now on his desk: the gods made a covenant, gathered the power of the temple of gods, and hired poor believers to build houses, public facilities, and jobs for themselves.

Today, more than half of the slums in the northern part of the city have been demolished, and stone-walled houses, orphanages, and libraries have been built.

Colin could hear the gods shouting in the air: Believers, believers, these madmen clearly want to gamble.

Soon the second document was also written.

"This one is sent to the Lion Eegis Chamber of Commerce to buy some food, preferably dry food, from them. ”

The butler took the papers and hurried out.

"Don't go to the temple, Priest Haru is usually in the slums at this time!" Colin yelled, not knowing if the butler heard it or not. Nowadays, there are almost no people in the temples in the city, but as long as you go to the slums, you can take a strong man carrying stones and logs, and make sure that he is a knight or a battle priest of the temple.

"Feliar, take a group of soldiers and get those refugees in, so they don't run into the villages and towns to make trouble. ”

"Yes. The knight bowed slightly and withdrew.

"You guys, what are you doing, don't move, go find some carpenters, and build some simple huts outside the city. Colin looked like he hated iron but not steel, and several clerks were so frightened that they ran out.

A young clerk walked to the door with a grunt: "Damn Colin, we're not doing this!"

"I'm my lord, and you have to do whatever you want!" the baron raised his eyebrows, flipping over his desk to give the young clerk a kick.

The clerk slammed the door shut and ran.

In the blink of an eye, it was dark.

Byron blinked, woke up from the soft bed, and after lunch, several people fell asleep in the guest room, they were all exhausted.

The slight sound of feet on the wooden floor outside the door stopped in front of the door.

If you look down from above, Aunt Vida's hotel is L-shaped. Byron's room is in the innermost part. Byron glanced at the stars outside the window and touched the dagger at his waist.

The door was propped open a crack, and a bent wire came in, hooking the strip-shaped latch, and the wire moved up, and after a slight sound, the door opened.

Byron pulled out the dagger and grabbed the quilt with his left hand. Two obscene figures with hooked backs rushed in and went straight to the wooden bed. The white moonlight shines through the clean glass window and spills on the old wooden plank, outlining two strong black shadows.

The nervousness made Byron's breath quicken, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. Luckily, the two mercenaries weren't professional either, and they didn't notice anything unusual in the slightest. They came to the wooden stool at the head of the bed, on which the backpack was resting.

The mercenary lifted it lightly, and the abnormal weight immediately made his face happy: there is material. He turned his head and looked at the other mercenary, carrying his bag in his left hand and pointing at his backpack with his right. Now that they had their backpacks, they immediately turned around and prepared to leave.

Tomorrow, the fat sheep gets up and finds that the belongings are gone, and if they know each other, they will naturally leave obediently. If you don't go to the road, you will only get a blank look.

As soon as they turned their heads, Byron jumped up from the bed, and the quilt flew towards the two mercenaries, while he stood on the bed, muttering like a madman, and stretched out his hand.

The two mercenaries reacted quickly, drew their knives and turned back to slash, and the quilt immediately changed its trajectory and fell into the corner. The freezing rays that followed behind the quilt immediately hit the mercenary with the backpack, and he snorted and slammed backwards against the wall.

"Wizard!" the mercenary shouted in surprise, and another mercenary who was watching the wind outside the house also rushed into the house.

PS: Written, written, forgot the previous setting, haha! No outline really works----