Baron Farah originally thought that he was going to lose all his belongings that night, but he didn't expect fate to play a big joke on him, and in the end, his manor survived, and he also received three hundred homeless guards, and became the most powerful lord among the local lords of Sword Castle. (Starter)

However, for his current identity, Baron Farah does not have any happiness in his heart, because he knows very well that his real situation is actually involved in the center of the whirlpool of several major power games. Although on the surface he has an official status recognized by the Sword Castle, and secretly has the full support of the Istalen, in reality the enemy he will face is also a vicious wolf who eats people and does not spit out bones.

The custom and tradition in the Sword Fort area has always been that they do not pay much attention to the conventional armed forces, and the local lords do not pay much attention to the private soldiers they train, and only hope that they can play the role of guarding the home. A minor nobleman like Baron Farrah, who is divided into the north, may put a little more effort into building the manor's defenses in case the brain-dead robbers who come to fight the autumn wind, but that's about it.

To be honest, before this, Mr. Baron still had a little bit of confidence in the level of his guards, otherwise he would not have the courage to come out and rob the people's daughters. However, after seeing the heavily armed Istalon warriors, he knew what a real army was like, and immediately dispelled all unrealistic illusions, and showed El the greatest kindness with the most humble gesture.

Even if he received these three hundred guards, it would not give Baron Farah any sense of security, because when he reported the matter to El, the young general did not even blink an eyelid, but just nodded to indicate that he knew about it. This attitude of complete disregard made Baron Farah feel a deep fear.

He thought of himself as a wolf, thinking that he could bark and roar with sharp teeth, but in the eyes of a real male lion, he could not even compare to a rabbit. At best, it's a vole, fat but still not enough to stuff your teeth. On the other hand, what kind of masonry brotherhood can make those big people take it seriously, but it is conceivable that it is the real jackal.

Back in the tent he had prepared for himself, Baron Farah pulled out a bottle of wine from his suitcase, took a big sip of the cork, grabbed the little hair left on his head and shrank into the corner, and sighed heavily. The world is difficult and fateful, and it is both accidental and inevitable to get to this point, and he can only silently bear the bitter fruits of his brewing.

Baron Farah drank a few sips of stuffy wine, and when he was a little dazed, he suddenly heard someone outside the tent coughing lightly, and he struck a fierce spirit, and most of the wine woke up, jumped up and asked loudly, "Who is outside?"

"Master, it's my ......" A rather familiar voice came from outside, Baron Farah patted his head, looked at the woman who walked in suspiciously, and was a little dazed for a while. Of course, he remembered the woman, who was a refugee with a child. It happened that day that he was patrolling his wheat field with his guards, and he saw the woman's daughter stealing unripe wheat. In normal times, this is not really much of a sin, and Monsieur Baron would not have had a big deal with a little child. But now there are refugees everywhere, and if we don't make an example, God knows if these homeless people will get an inch.

Baron Farah had intended to hang the girl as an example, but her mother ran out and begged her to exchange her life for her daughter's life, and for the sake of the woman's good looks, Monsieur Baron did not stubbornly take the woman back to his estate.

Frankly speaking, this woman is not only a little bit of a problem with her appearance, but also has a good figure and temperament, according to herself, her ancestors were also famous nobles, and if it were not for the outbreak of the plague, she would never have fallen here. Mr. Baron also had to admit in his heart that he did have a little bit of interest in this woman. Later, when El spoke in the name of her daughter, Monsieur Baron was really reluctant.

But I didn't expect that this woman would find her head again in the middle of the night, what was going on? Thinking of the deep meaning in General El's eyes when he mentioned this woman, Baron Farah was suddenly covered with cold sweat.

"Tima...... You, why are you here?" Baron Farah looked nervously at the woman who had entered his tent, and although she had a basket of freshly baked bread in her hand, Mr. Baron would not believe that she was sincere in bringing him supper. To be honest, his relationship with this woman really didn't get to that point.

"Master, I heard that you won't be going back at night, so I'll bring you a little supper. Momo's mother, a woman named Tima, gave Baron Farah a gentle smile and leaned down to place the bread on the baron's table.

"That...... It's so late, you come to me, won't General El have an opinion?" Baron Farah asked tentatively, sitting down cautiously.

"You think too much, sir, how could that general look down on an elderly woman like me. Tima shook her head with a wry smile and said, "The general said that he was requested by my daughter, and this is indeed the case. Momo's child was very lucky to meet a reliable little friend. And since I came here, I didn't get any preferential treatment, and I had to work like everyone else. ”

"Oh, is that so?" Baron Farah's eyes moved slightly, his face softened slightly, he calmed down, and asked quietly: "I can't say that, I have also seen the situation here, their team of exiles is many times better than the life of those refugees outside, at least they can still eat clean food now, and they can sleep peacefully at night with strong army guards." It would be a good thing if you and your daughter could be accepted. ”

"You're right, sir. Tima smiled, nodded and said, "Although I still have to continue to live a life of exile, being able to be with my daughter, being fed and clothed is the greatest happiness, and I don't dare to ask for more." ”

"That's fine, I hope you don't blame me for those things in the past. Baron Farah sighed, raised his head to look into Tima's eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Without further ado, what is the matter with your coming here tonight?"

"Actually, there's nothing ......" Tima was cramped by Baron Farah's eyes, she hesitated, seemed to have made up her mind, leaned forward slightly in front of the baron, and said in a low voice: "Master, I don't blame you for what happened at the beginning, I know that you are not a bad person." But these people, these Istalons, maybe they are good people, but they have their own relatives to take care of, and I prefer to trust you a little more than them. ”

"That's a bit against your will, what do I have to trust?" said Baron Farrah, shaking his head, but he already vaguely understood what this woman was trying to say.

"Actually...... Actually, I ......" Seeing the baron's indifferent face, Tima immediately panicked, she opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, and for a moment her face was flushed with anxiety. She hesitated for a long time, and finally made up her mind, raised her head and said to the baron seriously: "Sir, do you remember what you said in my bed the night before?"

"Of course I remember. Baron Farah nodded and said, "I told you that night, if you are willing to be my woman with all your heart, I can also consider getting your child back and giving her a bite to eat." I have not forgotten these words, but now......"

He looked at the roundness and fullness in the depths of Tima's collar, and suddenly felt that his mouth was a little dry, so he cleared his throat and said, "My wife was brutally murdered by that group of thugs, and now she is a single person." If you are willing to be my woman, I can make your daughter my adopted daughter. ”

Outside the tent, a few imps eavesdropping on the corner looked at each other, and Mo Mo pinched off the branch in his hand expressionlessly.

At the other end of the camp, El gouged his ears, moved his shoulders, and put the arrows he had picked into the quiver one by one. On weekdays, he would carry at least three quivers, two tied to the back of his saddle in addition to his back. But in some special cases, such as at night when doing something unseemly, he would only carry twenty-four arrows, which may be reduced depending on the situation, but never more than that.

Tying the quiver behind him, strapping the dragon's tooth bow on his back and patting the wind marks on his waist, El took a deep breath and jumped out of Lorana's carriage, casting his figure into the dark shadows.

The soldiers in charge of guarding the camp were experienced veterans, but no one noticed El's departure. His footsteps were silent, coming and going without leaving a trace. Of course, the outposts on the outskirts of the camp were not a problem, as they were all set up by El himself. With their abilities, they can't guard against and don't need to guard against the powerhouses of the silver rank, as for ordinary people, of course, it is more than enough.

After leaving the camp for some distance, El stopped, turned to face behind him, and asked leisurely, "When are you going to follow?"

The starry night sky twisted, and Tiana's figure crept out of the air. She looked at her hands suspiciously, and asked with some confusion, "I have masked the sound and magic fluctuations, how did you find me?"

"It's all old fellows, and I guess you're going to come along. El rubbed his nose and said with a hippie smile: "But is this good? The two of us are both status figures now, and it won't be a problem to leave at the same time, right?"

"There are some things that I have to confirm personally to be reassured. The magician girl nodded.

"Cursed Sect?" El's eyes moved, and he blurted out subconsciously.

"There is still the Truth Society. Tiana sighed, "I really don't want to provoke a third neuropathy if possible." (Go to read OM) (Jiangsu Net)