"The Masonry Brotherhood is the most prominent gang in the North, founded by the master craftsman Malinda in the year of the grey squirrel, one hundred and twenty years ago. The purpose of this organization was to unify forces to expel the monsters in the ancient mines and provide protection for the lives of miners. Fifty years ago, however, the leader of the Masonry Brotherhood claimed to have excavated the remains of the Old Gods underground and performed miracles to his members. ”

"According to the intelligence detected by the royal secret agents later, the so-called ancient gods are completely imaginary, and the members of the Masonry Brotherhood do not show signs of being favored by divine powers, and they can't even talk about evil gods. However, the information that the leader of the Masonry Brotherhood has mysterious powers is true, and the royal agents speculate based on clues that the power they hold may be the legacy left by the ancient dwarves, or just some magical items, which are not enough to pose a threat to the social order. ”

Putting down the report in her hand, the girl sighed softly, picked up the coffee in her hand and took a sip. The unsweetened coffee was unusually bitter, which made the girl subconsciously wrinkle her nose. She doesn't really like coffee, but the refreshing effect of this drink is indispensable for her now.

The cool breeze of the night made an eerie whistling sound through the cracks in the heavy stone walls. The flames in the fireplace flickered and flickered, causing people to be distracted. The pending paperwork on the desk is already piling up, and it looks daunting. All of this was unpleasant, even disgusting, but she had to sit here for long nights.

Sensing the chill of the night wind, the girl tightened some of her pajamas and pulled the blonde hair behind her ears. Of course, with her physique, it was impossible for her to be afraid of the cold, and what she cared about was the loneliness and coldness that permeated the darkness.

"What's the use of learning swordsmanship...... Force will not solve anything. The girl put her hands in front of her eyes, sighed to herself, shook her head, picked up the report on the table again, and began to read it diligently.

The door was gently pushed open, and the little maid with the candlestick crept to the girl, and whispered, "Miss, it's midnight, you should go and rest." ”

"It doesn't matter, with my current physical condition, three hours of sleep a day is enough to maintain my strength. The girl rubbed her temples painfully and said with a sad face: "I used to see my grandfather handle official documents very quickly, but I didn't expect to involve so many problems. A fool like me can't handle it even if I don't sleep. ”

"Miss is not a stupid person! Miss is a genius!" the little maid pouted and said indignantly, "It's just that Miss has devoted all her energy to swordsmanship over the years, so it's normal for her to be not good at other things." ”

"I regret it a little now, if I had left some time to learn about government affairs, I wouldn't have been in a hurry after my grandfather fell. The girl covered her face and sighed.

"If you hadn't learned swordsmanship at that time, you would have been killed by the old man. The little maid blinked and whispered.

The master and servant glanced at each other, laughed dryly twice, and changed the topic weakly.

Under the same moonlight, crows flew across the sky and landed in the fields on the outskirts of the city. A withered arm reached out from the dark shadows, gently holding the crow's claws. Soon after, a group of strong men with weapons in hand silently left the camp and disappeared into the night.

There was also silence in Baron Farrah's estate, where all the charioteers and guards who had arrived were given steaming hot food and wine, and the untruthful people praised him for his generosity, and then drank merrily until he fell unconscious. For these ordinary people, just a little drug can make them sleep until dawn. When they woke up, they found that all the grain and grass were gone, along with the owner of the manor.

Baron Farah had prepared three carriages for himself, and although he certainly couldn't take all his possessions with such a small amount of capacity, he couldn't take care of that much at this moment. Although the transaction went very smoothly, I don't know what was going on, and Mr. Baron's heart was always a little uneasy, and he couldn't stop wiping the cold sweat on his head.

While the deal does involve a lot of risk, and even a slight negligence could lead to hatred between the Sword Keep and Isttalen, Baron Farah is not particularly worried about this. Because no matter what, both sides are upper-class nobles who belong to the royal faction, and this kind of like secretly fighting for power and profit is really not a big deal in the upper class, which is also the main reason why Baron Farah is gullible El. Even if there is an accident or an incident, as long as you admit punishment and accept punishment, there will always be some room for relaxation.

As for whether El's side would be black, Baron Farah also had concerns, but he thought that he had lowered his posture low enough, low enough to satisfy the general's pride. Generally speaking, characters who can achieve that status must pay attention to a question of face. It's like a decent gentleman who will never reach out to fight when he sees a homeless man, and his first reaction is to take a detour.

Of course, there are not no shameless people, especially in the aristocratic circle, as long as there are enough interests, everyone will not take face seriously. Baron Farrah, who betrayed a vote, is himself such a scumbag, so he is prepared for this. As long as he escapes overnight tonight, there is nothing he can do with him, even if the Istalon repents.

The beginning of the plan was very smooth, the Isttalon were organizing their troops to move the grain with all their might, and it was not a problem to transport tens of thousands of catties of grain and grass with their manpower, but to clear their suspicions without knowing it, it was a rather technical job. While the group of Istalens was busy, Monsieur Baron opened the back door with his cronies and slipped out quietly, seemingly unnoticed.

But after leaving the manor, Monsieur Baron's uneasiness intensified, and he shrank in his carriage and looked nervously in both directions, always feeling that something was following him. When the lights of the manor completely disappeared into the night, this intense sense of unease suddenly reached its extreme. Baron Farah shuddered, jumped up and shouted at the groom, "Go back!

The groom, who was galloping on his horse, heard Baron Farah's order and subconsciously reined in the horse's reins. However, when he turned his head, the look of surprise on his face before he could appear, his whole head suddenly exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Fragments of the skull, mixed with blood and brains, splashed onto Baron Farah's face, and Mr. Baron's fat face instantly lost its color. His eyes widened and he tried to scream, but he found that his neck felt like it was being clutched, and he couldn't make any sound. A group of sturdy men slowly stepped out of the darkness and surrounded the three carriages.

The murder weapon that smashed the groom's head was a hammer, a small hammer of fifty copper pieces in the blacksmith shop, but such an ordinary hammer was inserted in the waist of the strong men, which symbolized another meaning.

Baron Farah stared blankly at the hammer with desperation on his face, and was about to open his mouth when a big man violently dragged him out of the carriage and kicked him in the ass, causing him to fall to his knees with a thud.

His head was stomped on the ground and could not be lifted, and only the screams of the guards dying could be heard, and the silent strong men rushed up and knocked the guards on the carriage who raised their hands in surrender to the ground with shovels, pickaxes and stone hammers, and killed them one by one without mercy. An aristocratic woman in a pleated skirt was pulled out of the carriage, her screams abruptly halted after a loud slap, followed by the tearing of fabric and whispered whimpering.

"Let her go! Please, let her go! I'll give you all the money, and you'll give you whatever you want!" Baron Farah shouted at the thugs, holding his head out. Immediately after that, he was pulled up by the hair, and a big expressionless face appeared in front of him, and he spat out a sentence indifferently: "Where is the gold?"

"In my car! under the seat I'm sitting in!" Baron Farah didn't have the heart to think about why they knew about the gold, and he didn't have the ability to think about whether the Isttalen had done something, because a sharp dagger was under his neck, and the only reason he had survived until now was because the thugs hadn't gotten the gold.

The expressionless man climbed into the carriage, rummaged through it, and jumped out with a small suitcase. He flipped the boxes for the others and nodded affirmatively.

"Leave no room for life, handle it cleanly. The expressionless man said to the others.

Baron Farah closed his eyes in despair, felt the dagger under his neck come up, and just as he began to make his final prayers to the gods he believed in, he suddenly heard a dull whistling in his ears. Baron Farah opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the thug with the dagger lying on his back, a long arrow sticking in his head that still trembled!

The sound of horses' hooves broke the silence in the darkness for a moment, and then a trumpet sounded in the sky, and a white shimmer lit up half of the night sky. In the white halo, the knights could be seen lining up to launch a wave of charge, and in the blink of an eye, the wave crushed with lightning speed. The surrounding thugs were shocked by the momentum of the knight's charge, and before they could react, they were completely overwhelmed by the wave.

The expressionless man reacted the fastest, and was about to run away without saying a word, holding the small box, but as soon as he turned around, he was shot in the leg socket by a fast arrow, and one staggered to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but a horse's hoof fell from the sky and directly trampled his fingers into a puddle of flesh, and the indifference on the man's face was finally broken, and he screamed involuntarily.

"Boy, you have the guts to rob me of my gold?" El's voice came from his horse, and it was cold in the darkness. Beechcraft Tip: How to quickly search for the books you're looking for

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