From the time I knew I was in this world, I can't remember how many times I fainted and how many times I woke up. Stumbling, walking so far, meeting so many people, and happening so much. But now lying in bed is more calm and relieved than glad that I am still alive.

It's always a world of survival of the fittest.

Even though I still had pain all over my body, I tried to sit up. Looking around, it's no longer the hotel I'm staying in. In this dilapidated cabin, my weapons and package were thrown on the floor next to my bed. There was nothing else in the house, only this bed, which was covered with thatch, and I was on thatch.

On his arm, he could clearly see the marks of being whipped by the whip, as well as the bruises that were estimated to have been caused during the group beating, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.

I touched my face and head, and the bandages I was wearing told me that the injuries were quite serious. It is said that the head will always be hit and you will get dementia. But my face still hurts, and although I am not that handsome, it would be worse if I was disfigured.

I got up and tried to get out of the house, but I found that the door was locked from the outside, and I really couldn't get out this time. While dangling the locked wooden door, he looked out. I remembered the night I woke up in the wooded area of the East Valley Lumberyard. Since I'm locked here and bandaged, there's nothing too much to worry about.

No one came to bring me food or come to see me, and I was a little irritable and fiddled with the ring in my hand. This is the last thing the unknown old man stuffed into me. I looked at it again, and it was not carved or ornamented, just a little black ordinary ring. The outer edge of the ring is engraved with only two tiny letters "M•B". I took him off the little finger of my right hand and put it on the little finger of my left hand. It's more pleasing to the eye.

All I can guess is that this may have been Edwin's last thought for me, and I looked down at the brooch still pinned to my chest. And her......

While I was in a daze, the door to the hut was opened. A skinny old man pushed the door open and walked in.

"You're awake."

"How long have I been dizzy?"

"One day and one night."

"Thank you for saving me."

"You should thank you for the money."

I pouted. "Where am I now?"

"Talenmere."

I got up and tried to get out of the house, but the old man stopped me.

"You'd better not go out."

"What's wrong?"

"Two days ago, the whole village of Leta was slaughtered, and now there are rewards everywhere to catch the bandits. The whole town of Talunmir was panicked, and the guards searched around like crazy. Whatever the reason for making you like this, you may be interrogated as soon as you go out. The old man looked at me and said.

I didn't want to get in trouble, but I leaned over the crack in the door and looked out.

"You can get out, but I don't guarantee you'll come back." The old man poured the herbs into a tin can and said as he mixed them. "You've been beaten so hard. Which bastard beat you like this? ”

I looked back at the old man and said, "Hmm...... Quarrel. ”

"Huh." The old man raised an eyebrow and glanced at me.

"You don't have to lock the door." He changed my medicine and was about to leave, so I hurriedly told him. The old man ignored me, locked the door and left.

The action that night was completely unexpected. At that time, it was speculated that there might be a fight, or a group fight. But I really didn't expect that it would be a direct killing, arson, and such an evil act as slaughtering the village.

I thought I had become brave and would fight my way out of tomorrow like the invincible god of war or bloodthirsty demon in the story...... I overestimated myself and overestimated my will.

I was unacceptable to the massacres, especially of the unarmed peasants.

This doesn't seem to bode well. It's far from what you imagined. There is no galloping field, no chic and bold, no happiness and hatred, and no courage and courage. It's still too far away from me.

I still remember the young man's head. I still seem to feel the detached head retaining the residual warmth and softness, and ...... The feeling of blood on your hands.

Suddenly, a figure flashed outside the door, and I grabbed my weapon. The door was opened, and Alyssa stood in the doorway looking at me.

"Are you better?" She closed the door and walked up to me.

"Hmm." A little embarrassed to look at her.

"Well, it does look better, and I should be able to ride a horse." The woman leaned closer and looked at my face and said. "You've got to get out of here tonight."

"Where are you going?"

"You may have to recover for a while, or...... Not that much time. You can't stay here anymore, you're not done yet. ”

"Massacre those civilians?"

"A necessary sacrifice." Calm was written all over her face.

She couldn't believe how easily this carnage came out of her mouth.

"I don't want to slaughter those who are unarmed." I say.

"Okay, next time they'll be armed."

"Aren't they farmers? Why massacre innocent civilians? ”

"No one is innocent. There is no one who is not innocent. The woman held out her fingers and picked up my chin. You don't have the right to choose yet. ”

"It is said that you are from the Kingdom of Stormwind?" She then asked.

"How?"

"From afar! Fallad takes special care of you. He wants you to cooperate well. For work, now you are not the same person you used to be. You are a ...... in the frozen village of Keldaron County in the Kingdom of Alterac Well, what would you have done before? ”

"Stonemason."

"A stonemason." She said.

"Your Great Lord's name is Barov, Lord Abigail Barov. And the lord of your town is Baron Vallima Modis. Remember? ”

I stared at the woman's face. Keldaron, Barov, of course I know the name.

"What baron?"

"Baron Vallima Modis"

"Who is this for? Barov or Ravenhold? ”

"You don't need to know, it's none of your business. Do your thing and collect your money. Also, I hope you will learn to be polite in the future, which must be a habit. The woman said.

"There's nothing wrong with me."

"It's Lord Duke Barov, Lord Ravenhold. Hmph, I won't blame you for not being polite if you haven't been in contact with nobles, but you have to change from today onwards. You have to do a lot of things, not just be a ruffian and rob. She held the shelf.

"Well, even if it's for Barov or for whom, is this allowed?"

"You don't have a choice, rookie. It's not something you can doubt either. You have to remember who you are, do your thing, and live. Also, you'd better be respectful of Duke Barov, or keep your mouth shut, especially when you're around. The lone wolf said that you have some talent, and I just hope that he doesn't look away. The woman tapped my lips with her index finger.

"I know you want to be a good person, heh, I hope you don't make trouble for yourself, don't trouble Duke Barov, and don't make trouble for Duke Ravenhold." She said softly.

Is this a threat? At this time, my heart was already up and down. Now I'm on the thief ship, and I probably won't get out. I'm from the Barov fiefdom, and what baron. I was sent by Ravenhold...... Murder and arson?

I don't want to be a tool man, especially when it comes to such aristocratic things. I will never do such a massacre!

"What the ......"

"Oh...... Shut up, Bill. Be cautious in your words and deeds, and watch out for your little life. ”

I'm not going to do it!