The tavern was full of blood, the smell was so strong, I couldn't sleep at all. *--*

So I ran outside to a haystack and slept with my sword in my arms.

Before I was woken up, I had only one dream in which I saw two men with their lower flesh cut clean, dressed in wide Crelian robes, hugging on a high platform, and the wind blowing from the four fields and blowing their clothes high, and in front of them was a peaceful city, in which the bustling crowd toiled, and at the end of the city was a valley, and the two men finally let out a sigh, "Timmy, come here." ”

I woke up suddenly.

"Victor, come here!" Someone was shouting at me.

I had grass stalks stuck to my hair, and when I stood up, I felt lice bouncing on my back, and it was itching. I scratched my back over and over again, looking at who was calling me. It turned out to be Paul's fellow Wiki, who was dragging a guy's legs and trying to pull him into the room. The dead man was the same guy who had fought with yesterday's Valan, his face had his chin cut off, his upper body leather armor had been stripped off, and he was now wearing it on the body of a black soldier, and his boots were trampled under Paul's feet.

I walked over and found the half-faced guy stuck in the gap in the stone steps, so I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up.

"Thank you!" The Wikibians said this and dragged him in.

The sky was dyed lilac with the morning sun, and the rest of it was a yellowish blue. The clouds had been blown away by last night's wind, and now the view was very good, both in the sky and in the fields, and there was a thin layer of mist on the ground, which would dissipate when the sun was all out. I wanted to see if there was anyone in the distance, but I didn't see anyone. The black man with his nose cut off went out in the middle of the night to look for his hyena, and he had to scout the neighborhood again, just wait for him to come back and see what news there is.

I spilled a soak of urine and went inside.

The group that had been released from the barn yesterday sat on the edge of the tavern hall. Down at the mouth.

Paul asked a few of them who could still speak. Some of them were Vycchians, some were Salanders, and even a few Burkes.

None of this mattered, though, the cannibals of this tavern just called them 'Meat Men'.

In the tavern's battle last night, Paul killed seventeen men and captured four alive: a woman, two men, and the archer. When the black soldier found the archer, he was covering his head under the quilt and shivering under the gin and pulling inside his pants. It made him stink even more than the Wikiman, so the latter was quite kind to him. The two men and a woman were tied to the corners of the table. With dead faces, all the 'meat men' were looking at the three guys with a hungry gaze.

Two black men died on our side, one lost a hand, and the others were only slightly injured.

Three men were asked to identify each of the dead people's names.

Lord Lennon was a bell-ringer, and his brother was a robber. Three months ago, when everyone was dying of starvation, Lennon took advantage of the darkness to open the gates of the town. The robbers swarmed in and killed several mercenaries and the mayor's family. Before his death, the mayor set fire to the hay storehouse, and the entire town was set on fire and became completely uninhabitable. So the robbers drove the living townspeople and repaired the courtyard wall of the tavern, using it as a stronghold. The fall of the town attracted countless rogues and bandits, but as long as they didn't provoke the people in the tavern, Lennon didn't care about their nonsense, and before long, there was not a single living person in the town. Half of them ran away, and the remaining part was taken to the tavern by the robbers, after all, when the food ran out, people had to eat something else.

With this start, the rest of the story was much easier, and the tavern became the only place in the surrounding uninhabited land where food and drink were served normally. This attracted refugees who passed through here, slave owners who went to the beach with their possessions, free farmers who drove their wagons with their wives and children, and several merchants who were in droves. Everyone can be entertained here, eat meat and wine, and sleep well, but the price of this pleasure is more expensive: if you don't have the meat and all the money, you have to open the door to welcome everyone.

Paul and a black man took turns torturing the three men with a barbed stick and asking them where the stolen goods were in the tavern. These three people are also hard bones, and they know that when they say it, it will be the time of death, so they don't say a word when they are beaten bloodstained. The Negro sent a Salander who claimed to be a cook to make us porridge, and the Salander had been praying against a wall, and when he heard the command, he wiped his tears while picking up the pot and making a fire. While Paul was beating the three guys, the Salander kept looking back happily, gritting his teeth with hatred.

The cook smashed all the bread and pies he found with a spoon, added water, and filtered out most of the sand with the salt that Paul had given him, and then he found a large bunch of sun-dried turnips, a bowl of oil, and half a bag of oats from the kitchen, which he poured into the pot, stirred it with a spoon, and shuddered to himself. When he used boiling water to boil a piece of ointment, he suddenly broke down and began to cry. He turned and crawled to Paul's side, saved his leg, and begged Paul to give him a knife, "I'm going to kill them, please let me kill them." "When the surrounding 'meat people' saw it, they all began to curse in a loud voice.

The woman tied to the table started crying, urine spreading on the floor under her buttocks, and she kept saying, 'I didn't eat a mouthful, I didn't eat a mouthful'. A meat man threw a stone after a stone and smashed her head before she shut up.

A few black men watched the excitement with a smile for a long time, until they smelled a smell of burnt past, and realized that they could not let this Salander be so foolish anymore. A black man kicked the cook, "Hell, if you sissy cry again, the porridge will be mushy!" ”

Paul also wanted to have a good meal, so he pushed the Salander people, but he couldn't push away, so he could only persuade him, "Everything is rewarded, first eat well, we will all have an empty stomach." ”

The surrounding flesh people began to curse loudly that the three men were devils, and they all said that they were willing to give all their wealth to Paul, and then everyone was saying, "I have two earrings, a necklace of emerald stones." I've seen this biaozi wear! "I have a good sword. All you have to do is let me cut the throats of these three people, and it's yours!" "I have a box of silk, it's all yours, it's all yours, it must be here, please kill them"

Three black men gathered around the table to drink. A black man singing spiritual songs to two of their dead compatriots, without a mare under his crotch, and he did not stick out his tongue, shows that the rumors stop at the wise and stop at the black man.

The woman was in her twenties. Paul and his fellow Vickya were not without other thoughts, but because of last night's fight. The Negro had died, and the Negro had decided that there would not be a single living person among the owners of the tavern, so they warned Paul and the two of them in the morning not to touch the woman. In the eyes of the blacks, there was nothing wrong with sleeping with the enemy's woman, but sleeping with a sacrifice to the god of terror would be an unforgivable sin.

The blacks have carved a big hole out there. When he was about to ask where the property was hidden, he sacrificed the three guys.

Cook Salander was kicked several times, and went to mix porridge in tears.

Soon, the aroma filled the hall, and the flesh people stopped talking, just huddled together, crying or scratching their own skin. These days, in order to keep these meat men alive for a few more days, the people of this tavern give them a kind of thin soup. Oat husks churned with mud and bark, and sometimes a few wheat grains in them. It is obviously not necessary to feed the meat people to their heart's content, and it is not easy to preserve the meat if they are all killed, because they have no salt. That's why, when they found out that Paul might be carrying salt, they changed their caution and let us in at night. In the past, they only dared to plot two or three people, and the weak team with women and children did not have any problems every time. This time, they gambled once, and they lost themselves.

Paul beat them until noon, and the woman tried to bite off her tongue, but failed, and her mouth was covered with blood, and she couldn't even speak. The two men grew more and more energetic, and spat at Paul, giving him a mocking smile.

The blacks yawned boredly and slept on their tables.

At noon, the black man with his nose cut off returned with a few hyenas and was furious. Because one of his hyenas had his head crushed with a hammer and died behind a stone wall, he carried the dead dog, tired, hungry and angry, and when he returned, he found that Paul had not yet asked where the gold was, and he scolded Paul for being a pus.

Paul offered to let him take over the trial.

The noseless black man gladly accepted the order.

He cut the ropes from the hands of the three fellows with his knife, kicked and beat them, and drove them down the corridor, and down the corridor to the barn from yesterday.

Paul and Vickya and I sat at a table and drank sullenly, and the barking and howling of the dogs and the swearing of the black man completely drowned out all voices. The trial was fierce and brutal, but it was quick, lasting only twenty minutes.

The black man came back with blood all over his body, and asked him to give him something to eat.

Everyone obeyed silently, and no one dared to talk to him, and the leader of the negroes, the old man, walked silently to the barn to see what was going on.

After swallowing the small half pot of porridge, the noseless black man ate a plate of raw meat and chewed a piece of fat of unknown origin. This caused the surrounding flesh people to fall into a kind of frightened and numb sluggishness again.

"All right," he declared when he had finished eating, "damn the hell these bad things bury the gold under the dung pit." Who's going to do the job. ”

For most of the afternoon, Wikibians and blacks and I wore strips of cloth around our noses and watched the meat man dig up a dung pit and clean up the feces. When a box was finally revealed, I didn't feel anything but nausea. The smell took me back to distant Valankov, and I couldn't help but admire Kalinin's amazing will.

In the evening we used a large basin of water to wash the gold and silver in the chest. There were all kinds of things in the chest, spoons, necklaces, bracelets, scissors, strings of gold beads, holy icons, everything, as long as the glittering things, these people had saved them. Paul guessed that there was something hidden around, but the old black man said that he saw what appeared to be a man on horseback passing in the distance in the evening, and he didn't want us to stay here too long, so we decided to leave the place the next day. The dead were thrown into the backyard, and the woman was also killed by the dog, and was stacked on top of each other with the other dead people. For this, the black chief also rebuked the guy who had no nose, because the three men had said that it was for sacrifice.

We have chosen three guides from among the fleshmen, one Berk, two Creelians, and the archers are willing to join us. Be Paul's servant. We lost two people. Four more were added, and although I don't know how loyal the latter is, on the way to Ulrick City, at least we all want to live, so we can all rely on it for the time being.

After washing the gold and silver, the negro began to vacate several chests, which contained a mess of garbage, such as leather gloves, archery wrenches, iron arrows, and the like. Abi is going to exchange these things for food? Is he playing a trick on us? Then we packed all the gold and silver into these chests. A mule had been killed the previous night, and I don't know which one had stabbed it twice, and several Salanders disemboweled it under the supervision of the Negroes. Cut the meat into strips and stuff them into a large wooden barrel. The meat is too stinking to come near within a week, and we better look forward to eating it as soon as possible. In addition, all the bread, garlic skewers, sausages, pies, cheeses, oats, and wheat in the tavern were cleaned by us. I was going to ask what these flesh men were going to do. But I thought about it for a while, and I didn't think there was any need to start with it, so I didn't say more. When I had finished eating, I went to replace a black man on night duty, staring at the black field in the distance, yawning and waiting to sleep. Three hours later, when the Wikiphyns came to replace me, I found a place next to him and fell asleep.

Ulric City, I remember Bella mentioning this place. That crazy girl. I don't know if I'm still alive.

I didn't dream about it.

The next morning, the negroes had already lit a bonfire in the pit, and the two men who had been tortured to the point of being imhuman were dragged out by their arms, and all the flesh people were beating them frantically, and one old woman even bit off half of a man's face. The situation is not out of control, all the meat people know the fate of these people, and everyone is actively throwing wood into the fire, just hoping that the fire will be bigger and make the death of these two men more painful.

The old black man first sang a spiritual hymn to his dead compatriots, and then cut off the feet of the two men with his knife, and they howled in a voice that was already hoarse, and the old black man began to pray, "God of the terrible, I offer you two prey." They are no longer able to run and are destined to become dead creatures under your claws! They are delicious, just ask you to swallow their **, and give us courage and strength! I curse two men, and may they dwell forever in plains without trees and shelter, and let you hunt their souls forever! The old black man pushed these two guys into the middle of the fire pit, and sparks flew everywhere.

We left before noon, and there were now two black men lying on top of the cart, which was very ironic, and I wondered how the two big Creel fat men from before were going to end. Shall we go to the city of Yurik, tell their relatives that this is their family, but slightly tanned, and force them to obediently hand over the flour?

When the meat people were first freed, they did not mind their disheveled clothes, but after more than a day of remission, they all began to regain their self-esteem, and everyone found a few clothes from the dead to put on them. When we left, they didn't leave them a bite to eat, and they watched us leave blankly, dazed like a group of children. I know that the vast majority of them will not survive the next few months, whether it be robbers or famine, anything can kill them.

I remember before we left, an old man approached Paul, "My lord, I am forever grateful to you. But we have nothing to eat, and we don't know how to survive, what are you going to tell us to do? ”

He wants us to leave a bucket or two of food to eat, the worst of which we can eat, so that we can get through the current situation.

Paul knew he couldn't leave anything to these people. I can only say to them, "I have heard that people are always ungrateful, and they don't know how to take revenge." I don't think that's right," he licked his mouth, "how long do you have to live?" Five days? Ten days? You all had to die. But now, you are alive, and the ones who were supposed to eat your flesh are dead. No amount of God's grace can be more abundant. People have to live on their own. ”

The blacks walked quietly into the distance.

Paul said his final goodbye to the old man, "I think this place is good, and no one will be able to get over if you pull up this bridge." When you stay up until spring, you will sow and exchange whatever you can for food, and you will be able to harvest for the first harvest. ”

The old man's tears of frustration flowed down his face, and he had an expression that was impossible, "My lord, we will die before that." ”

"But not to die now," said Paul, "haven't we done enough, isn't it generous enough that we have died two brothers?" Besides," the corners of Paul's mouth twitched, "we've left a thousand pounds of good meat." ”

The old man showed a frightened and disgusted expression, "What are you talking about?"

"Not anyway." Paul rode away.

I looked back at the meatmen, who were standing blankly around the tavern, watching us leave, and I nodded to the old man, twisted his horse's head, and turned to run in the direction of Ulric City.