Until a day ago, Lemongrass had been a poor and defenseless village, separated from the inside by a sturdy wooden wall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAs for the fences outside the wooden walls, they can only withstand the attacks of the rabble, and will do little against a well-trained enemy.

Now, however, the area around the village has been completely transformed, and everything from the finish to the defensive performance is much better than the fortifications made by the vigilante themselves.

A low wall of planks and earth has surrounded the village, and the solidified snow and magic on it make it stronger than rock. Because the large pits left by digging in the earth have also become trenches, intruders need to find a way to cross them before rushing to the low walls.

Of course, such simple defenses can only delay time, but they cannot completely discourage the idea of attacking Lemongrass. The expected enemy has a heavy fur that even a spear made of metal may not be able to penetrate it, and it makes no sense to stick sharpened wood in a trench.

In order to effectively block those monsters, the mages specially prepared some special props - a kind of metal cylinder that was quite tightly sealed. They look like the usual tin cans on the market, and it is not known what is encapsulated inside.

Although they wanted to ask Sir Leinster questions, the mages were not obligated to explain their spell-casting skills to unrelated people, and they would not give away information that was considered confidential. Frick chose to keep silent, and the cans were buried around the village by the magicians in the night.

Sir Leinster claimed that the reason for using the "cans" was that the sorcerers lacked the materials to repair the Rubik's Cube. They were remedial measures made after concluding that the defense Rubik's Circle was damaged and could not be repaired, and they were processed on the spot with the tools in front of the door.

The Wizards had to choose a different way to maintain their defensive spells, but at least the remaining nodes had a place to play. The intact small nodes were all excavated by Frick and Suval and placed near the fixed nodes at Sir Leinster's behest. The broken ones were smashed into powder and sprinkled evenly along the ash markings, and then stakes connected by ropes were inserted nearby.

But even if Flick had carved the words "You can only go here, not over" on the stakes, at the behest of Uls Leinster, he did not think that the enemy would stop there. They do possess the magic of words, but apparently not enough to stop monsters hungry for human flesh.

"Is that enough?"

At that time, Suval, who had completed the work, asked Frick: "Sierra Leone, our enemies are monsters, not thieves, right? If they are enemies who can communicate with words, we can consider negotiating at the beginning, and we don't need to be fully armed." ”

In the past two days, thanks to Sir Lehenster's efforts, it was as if the medieval village had finally entered the Great Schism, though it looked more like it was more about humans like the thieves than against monsters.

This was the reason for Suval's suspicions, as aside from the reinforced walls and trenches, only a few of the other preparations they had made were able to stop the monsters. In particular, the modified Rubik's Cubes of Defense and the wooden stakes engraved with words will only work on humans.

Sir Leinster, who had asked them to make such preparations, had clearly anticipated something, but he did not reveal the slightest information to the others. Perhaps his fellow sorcerers from the Raven Society knew something about it, but Frick and Suval were confused.

Tonight is the night of the new moon, and the night that Sir Leinster predicts an attack by the monsters. Ever since the fortifications had been built under the work of the youth of the Self-Police Corps, the mages of the Raven Society had locked themselves in their rooms and had begun combat meetings.

Frick did not get a chance to attend their meeting, and Sir Leinster let him rest in his room under the pretext that everyone who was a force needed to rest and recharge. In fact, to be honest, he didn't know what he could do, and he chose to stay in Lemongrass just to get Uls Linester's attention.

But if it had only been for the attention of the other side, he should have succeeded, and Sir Leinster had apparently regarded him as a member of the fighting force, and might have given him some tasks in defensive battles - but he was not sure whether this would be enough to gain bargaining chips with the other side.

Puzzled by his choice, Flick left the hotel and patrolled the streets of Lemongrass. The villagers had been informed earlier by Sir Leinster that they had finished their day's work early and were concentrated in the houses in the middle of the village, with only a few members of the vigilante patrolling the road.

Is it because of the fact that the loss of the outer line of defense may lead to street fighting? Most of the intersections are blocked by deer barricades and fences. Only a few areas still have barely passable levels, and teams of young men with planks and tools are still fortifying the facades of buildings.

"We've been stationed here for almost two days, do you think this situation has gotten any better?

As he walked around the emptied houses on the outskirts, he heard a small human voice: "Maybe the wizard noble lord is a celebrity somewhere, maybe the 'beast plague' is also a complete threat, maybe the people who live in the village have also discussed it in private." But for us, they just don't spit a word!"

Lowering his footsteps, he walked over, and it was easy to spot the source of the whining sound—they were part of the crowd that had arrived in Lemongrass by carriage the previous morning. With dark armbands and gray uniforms, they are clearly not members of the garrison but members of the military.

Their fur-heavy uniforms, based on grey-dyed fabrics, were more practical than ceremonial, and the lightweight metal cuirass, which protected the chest and abdomen, was clearly not the guard's equipment. If Frick is not mistaken, they should be soldiers belonging to the Northland Military District.

Depending on their position, they carry weapons that are sufficient to deal with various situations, including light and heavy mechanics and throwing explosive bombs, and even an infantry cannon that is easy to carry, making people wonder if it is necessary to use a variety of weapons against monsters.

And as if to promote their superiority as soldiers, these men are not only well-armed, but also show that they are highly trained in military affairs. Compared to these professional soldiers, the self-police regiment organized by the villagers themselves is simply a joke.

There were more than 100 of these soldiers, and the hundred-man team claiming to belong to the 3rd Night Patrol Regiment of the Northland Military Region had come to protect Lemongrass after receiving a report from Director Black. While Flick had difficulty confirming whether the information he provided was true or false, the documents they handed him did not look much like a forgery.

The document was signed by Philin Blake, the director of the North Gate Library, and it said that he had called a meeting immediately after receiving Frick's report. However, due to the lack of armed scribes in the library, he had to report the matter to the governor and ask him to send a team of 100 men to maintain security.

Now that I think about it, it was a good choice that he mentioned the name of Sir Urles Leinster in his report with "paper kites". According to the terms of the Imperial Administration, the Northlands were a viceroyalty, and any troubles that arose in a land that did not belong to any nobles should not be left to the nobles to solve.

All in all, the Northland Military District sent a ticket to Lemongrass, and it was a heavily armed hundred-man team. It was more than enough to fight a small "beast plague" with the weapons they carried, but Sir Leinster was not reassured, and only had a quick and simple conversation with the centurion.

The sorcerers who came with him communicated with different groups, claiming that the truth was definitely more than what they saw of you. According to Sir Lehenster's judgment, it is unlikely that those black monsters are natural products, and the people behind them are even more dangerous than everyone thinks.

"Hah, that's it. One of the soldiers nodded in agreement, "They say that those monsters may be connected to some kind of gang that specializes in the use of magic, and that they have come to such a backcountry and unleashed some kind of evil magic or something, and summoned monsters - it's nonsense!

Frick felt that the soldiers of the centurion didn't take those black monsters seriously, after all, they only knew a little about them, but their centurion had obviously learned more about the matter after talking to Sir Leinster.

He had only seen the centurion once, and he looked funny as he stood in the middle of the team in the middle of the team in his officer's attire with a cup of hot water like everyone else. He seemed to be a good man, and from what he was saying to the soldiers, he believed the whole thing.

But no matter what others think, this matter has attracted enough attention from above, and special men have been sent to defend Lemongrass. That would be enough, at least to add some hope that this fragile village would survive from the monsters' minions.

The night was starting to thicken, and darkness was once again enveloping the surrounding mountains, but tonight, the air seemed a little restless than usual. The night breeze blows through the forests on the hills, bringing up the noisy sound of the waves, which seems to mean that tonight is not destined to be peaceful.