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"Tariq! Damn hillbilly! What have you done!"

Glancing at the man who had flown five paces away, his face completely deformed. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info little girl screamed sharply, the sound was like a fingernail scratching the blackboard, and a delicate little face quickly turned red. This was supposed to be a lovely girl, but what she did next didn't match her angelic face.

Gritting her teeth like a little beast, she did not hesitate to pull out the small dagger on her waist and stab it towards Mo Yan's heart.

A loud slap was slapped in the face, and the little girl froze in place, and the dagger in her hand fell to the ground. Staring wide-eyed at the dark-haired exotic in front of her, even her dad had never hit her. And the noble she is actually here, this filthy country has been slapped by a hillbilly.

The noise here attracted the attention of the others in the camp, and the soldiers of the brigade quickly surrounded Mo Yan and the others, thinking that if they were not afraid of hurting the little girl, they should have rushed up.

"I'm going to kill him, kill him, rip his scalp off!"

"Romney?" the little girl's howl made Camos look solemn and mutter, and the two mercenaries who had already drawn their swords were even more angry. The guards in the camp on the side were also stunned, and he, who was still planning to adjust, quickly turned around and ran towards the place where the camp guards were stationed.

"What's the matter?" behind the warrior was a gray-haired, plate-armored old warrior who walked over quickly with his hand on the hilt of his sword, without any expression on his face, not angry and arrogant. He glanced at the young man who had fallen to the ground, and then at the girl with a red and swollen cheek on one side, and roughly figured out what was going on.

"Miss Hill, what are you messing around?"

Striding in front of the little girl, the old soldier pulled the little girl aside, looking like he wanted to reproach her, but at the same time let her leave Mo Yan's face.

"Tariq just wants to buy this pariah's knife, he doesn't sell it, and he suddenly shot him like that!"

Seeing the person who can preside over "justice" for herself, the girl described Mo Yan as unforgivable in two sentences, but she didn't mention her own rudeness. Mo Yan looked at the old man in front of him, he should have passed the best state of his body, but his momentum made Mo Yan dare not underestimate him at all. It's like an old bottle of wine, sometimes something gets worse the older it gets.

"I think it was just a misunderstanding. A group of camp guards were surrounding, and the old soldier didn't seem to see them, and said to Mo Yan with an expressionless face: "I apologize to you for Miss Hill's rudeness, in order to express your apology, your camp expenses will be borne by us, I hope you can accept it"

"Are you Romneys?" the man who looked like the camp manager walked briskly with some camp guards, looked at the soldiers who were scattering, and said to the old soldier with an unkind expression: "We don't welcome Romney pigs here, you mongrels get out of here." “

A money bag was thrown at the old soldier's feet, and golden coins were scattered all over the ground.

The Kingdom of Romney and the Mariz Empire are feuding, and the specific reasons for the first war in history have been extinguished in history. The Romneys say that Maris poisoned their princess, while Maris says that the queen whom Romney married had viciously killed their prince without giving birth to an heir.

Fortunately, the emperor later married a third queen and gave birth to an heir smoothly, so that the empire would not be left uninherited. In short, the two sides went to war for various reasons, and this war was fought for two hundred years, three generations were engaged in this blood feud, and then although they temporarily formed an alliance due to the threat of the undead fifty years ago, the two sides were still tense after the crisis contact.

At present, the two sides are in a strange kind of cold war, and although there is no longer a winner on the battlefield, the open and secret battles in all aspects have not stopped. No Romney would dare to claim his identity when he entered Maris, otherwise he could easily be killed in the wild.

And cutting off the enemy's scalp is what Romney fighters often do, and I don't know how many of the ancestors of the Maris were killed on the battlefield by those Romneys, and the scalp was brutally cut off. In the eyes of the Maris today, the Romneys are abominable brutes.

"I am the Knight of Lille of Lancer. The old warrior holding the hilt of the sword showed his heraldic ring, looked at the money bag on the ground and had no intention of picking it up, glanced at the camp guard casually and said: "That young lady just said the wrong thing in a moment of anger, it is estimated that the story I saw in the knight's novel affected her words and deeds, and we still want to cover the camp." ”

After speaking, the old soldier ignored the guards, and led the people straight back to his wooden house, completely without the etiquette when facing Mo Yan. The camp manager who remained was embarrassed, but he ran over to put away the money bag, Lancer's knight was not something he could afford to mess with.

"It's a really complicated international form. ”

Since there was no need to be kicked out, Mo Yan didn't plan to make trouble, he looked at the blood-splattered grass not far away, where the unconscious young man had been carried away at some point, shrugged his shoulders and went back to his wooden house.

The storm had just ended, and there was actually no one in the camp. Aside from the permanent guards, there were only Camos and the strange guys. Because of what had just happened, no one lived in the wooden hut near Mo Yan and the others, and they all gathered on the north side of the camp.

They always seemed cautious, and even in the camp there was a vigil, and some would stay in front of the campfire all night. In the largest and best room of the camp, the little girl is throwing a tantrum at Lille. His performance just now made her quite dissatisfied, and in her opinion, those rude countrymen should be pulled out and killed.

"Ciel, we shouldn't be like that. The blonde girl, who sat on the velvet bed, looked at Hill, who was sulking, and said, "A lady should not be so grumpy, I heard Sir Lille say that you have a dagger." What if you do hurt him? He's just an innocent passerby. ”

"Sophie, those are just Maris pariahs, and he slapped me in the face!. Hill looked at the blonde girl, who was not a few years older than her, walked over and took her hand and said, "You will rule over them sooner or later, and you should not be so merciful to these people." Your father is too merciful, we should kill all the Maris bastards instead of sending you here. ”

"I agree with Princess Sophie. Ignoring the resentment in the little girl's eyes, the old knight said to the blonde girl, "Before the matter is done, if we leak our identity, then things may become troublesome." You know the hatred of the Malis towards Romney, and the purpose of our visit is to defuse those two centuries of hatred, not to make it worse. ”

"Yes, so don't be willful Ciel, or I'll have to drive you back. The girl who was called Princess Sophie rubbed the little girl's blushing face with some distress. Squinting like a cat, Ciel, who was enjoying Sophie's petting, obviously didn't want to be driven away, and the anger in his heart could only be put aside temporarily.

The night slowly deepened, and Camos lay on the straw-covered bed, tossing and turning, never sleeping. He was still full of questions about what had just happened. Although the old man finally identified himself, Camos did not believe his words.

Although Lancer was friendly with the Empire, he would never sail his warship directly into the port of Maris without any note.

What's more, the girl who clashed with them, although the tone of her voice was disguised, her accent was still strange. She was undoubtedly a Romney, and probably a nobleman. So what made them hide their identities and come to Maris on Lancer's ship?

Always worried about some conspiracy, he couldn't sleep, and got up with a dress on.

"Woo......"

Some moans faintly reached Camos's ears, and a low, painful voice was in the room, and Camos looked at the other beds in the room in confusion. Because few merchants wanted to be in the wilderness, separated from their hired people, most of the wooden houses had multiple beds, and the not cramped spaces did not appear crowded.

Mosa and Flender were already snoring, and in their sleep they were tapping their mouths, apparently asleep. Then there is only ......

Camos walked to Mo Yan's bedside, and sure enough, he had knocked down a man not long ago, and at this time he had bent into a shrimp on the bed. His hands were tightly covered with his chest, and his pale face was covered with cold sweat, but his mouth was tightly pursed to prevent himself from making a sound.

This may not be the first time this kind of thing has happened, Camos remembered that when Mo Yan got up yesterday, his face seemed to be so pale.

"Sorry to wake you up. Feeling that someone was coming to the bed, Mo Yan opened his closed eyes and gasped, revealing a bleak smile and said.

"Were you like that last night?" Camos sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Mo Yan, a little angry at his speechlessness, and asked in a bad tone, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"And then...... Tell you I've become a monster?"

Perhaps because the pain had begun to lessen, Mo Yan sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and pointing at his chest. The moonlight that came in through the window illuminated the not-so-spacious chest, and a red gemstone was set in the center, reflecting a strange light.

"This is where you ...... from the fish-man" Camos looked at the ruby in surprise, of course he had seen this small thing, and he was sure he had thrown it away with his own hands.

"That's right. Mo Yan nodded a little weakly and said, "Just last night, it grew directly from my chest. You may not believe it, but that's probably the price I'm going to pay. ”

"When we get to Kari City, we'll go to the priest. Camos frowned and thought for a moment and said, "They may be able to dispel the demons that have possessed you." ”

After Mo Yan handed over the gem to Camos, he didn't see any trace of it. Now it not only appeared inexplicably, but also parasitized on his body like this, and now it brought him unbearable pain. Mo Yan suspected that the disappearance of his wounds might be related to this sudden parasitic gem.

And the ones who can make such things are either demons or banished evil gods.

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