The cold wind blows from the Nordic continent, and the country of Haiqin ushers in another winter, this winter is still as usual, the sky is covered with plush snow, everything in the country of Haiqin is turned white, and the people in the bazaar are wearing black cotton jackets, like black chess pieces in a chessboard. Haiqin country is located in the northern part of the Nordic continent, in the spring, after the snow here melts, it will form small rivers, in short, it will be beautiful, but this is still winter, how can you think about spring? He shook his head and pulled himself back from his dream.

Today's bazaar is crowded with people, it's going to be the festival of the gods, this is the winter festival that there will be, and the hard-working people will go to the bazaar to buy the items they need, but the swordsmith's shop seems to be a little cold, in this peaceful era, who will buy an iron sword? He leaned lazily on the wooden chair, supporting his face with one hand and playing with the sword with the other, thinking that he would not even be able to eat enough this winter, how could he have the heart to sell the sword. He fantasized that if someone bought all his iron swords, he would be able to eat a delicious roasted whole lamb on Poseidon's Day. Suddenly, a pair of bandaged hands slapped on the sword stand in front of him. Finally someone bought a sword, and when he looked up, his bandaged face was close to him, and his purple eyes were staring straight at him, and as soon as he bumped into this face, the whole person fell backwards, and gravity threw him to the ground.

"What do guests want?" The swordsmith quickly got up and patted the dust, he didn't dare to look the man in the eye, because there was an aura of death there. Like a grim reaper in a black robe with a scythe on your neck, life suddenly seems fragile. He was still curious to look at the man, who was covered in bandages and looked like a mummy.

The bandage man pointed to the room behind the swordsmith, and he deliberately stood in front of the bandage man, and the people in the bazaar would stop to look at the bandaged man, and soon the passers-by would drain the water.

"I buy knives"

"I sell swords, not swords." The swordsmith scratched his head and smiled and said, "Do you want to see the sword here?" This is a good sword, I used it for a long time...... "A long sword was broken by the bandage man, he first held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and after looking at it, he used the thumb and index finger of his left hand on the iron sword, the action was like breaking a branch, and the head of the sword was broken off by him, if Hercules could lift a cow, then could he use his fingers to break the sword?

The bandage man threw down four gold coins, wrapped the long black knife in bandages, and placed it behind him. From time to time, the crowd exclaimed, looking at the back of this person who had gone away, what kind of monster would it be? The swordsmith silently watched the bandage man disappear around the corner of the bazaar, and said the words that made him wait for a long time, and his voice was very low, "It's finally here." ”

The cold eroded the earth, and the black clouds pressed low on the country of Haiqin. Under the earthen wall on the corner of the street, the blond-haired teenager was huddled in the corner, his nose was bleeding, curled up, and occasionally there were one or two curses next to him, and three large teenagers punched and kicked him.

"It's really bad luck to have a child without a mother." Dressed in a plaid jacket with cotton and wearing a yellow down hat, he cursed the boy lying on the ground and yelled at him: "You are really shameless, you dare to steal things, didn't your mother teach you?" Yes! Oh! By the way, you seem to be an orphan, tsk, pitiful, really pitiful. He spread his hands to his companions, showing the same expression as a noble son, and said helplessly like a charity ambassador: "What do you say? ”

"I'll see you once in the future, and I'll hit you once." The freckled boy rubbed his hands together and crossed his waist at the boy who was huddled in the corner.

The young man in the lead twisted his neck and waved his hand, indicating that he was tired. After that, his companions also stopped. These three fifteen or sixteen-year-old children often bully children younger than them on street corners, because as long as they use force to get their money, occasionally get one or two gold coins, you know, today's market is more lively than usual, on the eve of the holiday, it is impossible for adults not to give money to the children to buy gifts, but this person did not even have a copper coin, and when he recognized him, he found out that it was Corolla who was an orphan when he was a child, and he had a habit of stealing things, which made people sick to their stomachs when they thought about it.

The sound of footsteps came from a short distance, the pace was steady, and the earthen wall was in an alley, far from the bazaar, and there would be very few people, so it became their pleasure to bully passers-by, and if a passer-by passed by, they would throw stones at the passer-by's head, and then they would gather around and giggle. If passers-by get angry, they run away, and when they run out of breath, they get together and laugh at the man for not being able to catch up with them, maybe their fun is so simple and so hateful.

Footsteps slowly approached, and the boys left Corolla and touched the stones on the ground one after another. The blonde hair at the head should be their boss, he picked up a marble-sized stone in his hand, weighed the weight, and they quietly passed it with their eyes, meaning that if someone comes, we will throw it. Corolla was beaten and her nose and face were swollen, and he tried to escape, but his legs and feet did not obey him, and he had not eaten for many days, and he shivered and squeezed into the corner. His coat was only a few sheets of paper thick, and the cold wore away his consciousness and pushed it to death.

At the corner of the earthen wall, a man covered in bandages walked from there, and the three thugs were a little sluggish, but this increased their confidence, and the patient who ran out of nowhere did he know from? If it is a patient, will there be money on it? However, this guy doesn't walk like a sick person. The bandage man carried a long knife wrapped in bandages behind his back, and he didn't look at the group of little children from beginning to end, but paid attention to Corolla cowering in the corner. The bandage man passed in front of the thugs, leaving a chill in his purple eyes, he looked like he had experienced vicissitudes, strong muscles and a straight waist, and he glanced at the young man with disdain. This group of teenagers was accustomed to the panic in the eyes of others, so the eyes of the bandage man aroused their curiosity, and the blonde boy led by him tentatively threw the stone in his hand, and the stone hit the back of the bandage man's head in a perfect parabola.

The footsteps stopped abruptly, the cold came from all directions, and the body of the bandaged man seemed to have an invisible sword, piercing from the body. Strange, what does it feel like? Breathing became depressed, and steps became unusually heavy.

On the trees next to the earthen wall, dead leaves fell, dancing in the cold air, and the stiff bow was full of strings, and sharp arrows were off the strings. The bandage man instantly strangled the neck of the leading gangster, what's going on? This person was still in front of me just now, how could it be? Almost instantly, the thugs felt a strong wind coming. They thought that it was the wind blowing from the Nordic continent, but they didn't expect it to be caused by the high-speed friction between their bodies and the air, and in an instant, the bandaged man two meters away from them appeared behind them, but his eyes didn't catch him, only a little flash.

The bandage man opened his mouth and said to the boy in a threatening tone, "Isn't it cool to bully people?" ”

The bandage man cracked his mouth and laughed, he pulled out the crooked dagger from behind him, and cut a blood mark on the boy's face, the blood flowed on the knife, and the bandage man licked the blood from the knife, "It's delicious, hahaha." The eerie laughter alarmed the predators, and flocks of sparrows flocked to the side away from the source of the sound in terror, as if they were afraid of something.

The blonde thug saw that it was a real knife, he never thought that he would be killed by others, he just loved to play tricks on others, and when the silver dagger hit his neck, he was directly frightened and the bandage man impatiently kicked him away.

"You only deserve to bully him in the Knights." The Bandage Man seems to have known the child for a long time, but the Knights of the Hyqin Kingdom can only be joined by 18-year-olds.

Corolla was attracted by the sound of metal colliding, a gold coin stuck in the earthen wall to reveal half of the golden body, he turned his head to look, everything that happened just now was like a dream, there was nothing at the moment, the three teenagers who bullied him fled, leaving behind the noisy chirping of sparrows.