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The clear well water wet his face, and the tiredness that invaded and paralyzed his brain was partially dissipated by the coldness, and the sour feeling in his eye sockets was relieved after being lubricated.

“...... Damn it!"

Not getting enough sleep made Locke's love worse, but what prompted him to scold was not just a simple physical problem, which was at most a secondary derivative.

Niel's description of the course of the battle, without the slightest element of honor, humanity, or morality, made him uncomfortable and disgusted by the unscrupulous pursuit of a faster and more effective way of killing humans.

[Seedless bastard!]

I'd love to add some more curses to this feeling, so that the physical attack will be more violent. Just worried about making Knight Pierre unhappy, Locke gave up,

"Silly boy, do you expect the executioners and barbarians to abandon evil for good because of moral and spiritual accusations? Don't forget, pointy-eared beasts are as vile beasts as orcs!"

As the knight said, the only thing that can be used for dialogue with the pagans who do not believe in the one god, the supreme mother goddess, Marfa, is the sword.

Sending the sword that cuts off evil into the black heart with pointed ears - how can it be done?

The seemingly simple question, with clear answers, trapped the knight and his squire.

Where is the enemy?

-- The most important problem to face is the tricky one that makes people scratch the hair on the top of their heads.

The number of pointed ears has always been low. It is as difficult to find these well-known bastards as they are in a pot of beans to find a specific trait from the complex terrain of the mountain forest.

Organizing a search team to fight back sounds like a good solution. It's a pity that there are no guides who are familiar with the terrain at the moment, there are no Gao Su zhì soldiers who are familiar with similar surprise raids, and there are no weapons suitable for the mountain environment.

Personnel can be trained, weapons can be made. But all of this takes plenty of time - not enough of the most critical elements.

It is now late autumn and winter will be in a month at most. On days when the mountains were covered with heavy snow, the expedition was purely crazy with the lives of the soldiers, and no commander with a clear head wanted to starve or freeze to death in the white ravine.

After surviving the winter, the spring can hardly be said to be a good time for war, after the snow melts, the roads are muddy, and the brigade has to go down to the road with a foot in the mud, and there is only a large number of laborers to repair the road.

Farmers in the spring season are busy plowing and sowing, which is directly related to their harvest and the taxes they pay. Letting them do the work of building roads would inevitably cause resentment among the people, even though the Count's army could suppress the "trivial nuisances". But if there is a situation where pointy-eared attacks on supply convoys and road builders, no matter how much they don't care about the ant-like civilians, for the sake of their own stomachs. Noble commanders will still scatter their forces and defend passively......

A simple-minded knight should not have thought about anything other than combat. The knights of Pierre, who had experienced the hellish frontlines of Lapland, had to examine all kinds of problems that could arise on the battlefield. How difficult it is for an army without adequate logistics to exert its combat effectiveness, and the junior knight who survives the cold night by biting his finger-sized black bread as hard as steel in a snow nest could not be more clear, so he knew very well that there was an almost unsolvable problem in front of him.

What's more, the pointed ears also hold mysterious weapons with unknown numbers and principles.

In the final analysis, the largest proportion of the deaths of soldiers in the war were caused by the mysterious explosions.

The number of casualties caused by the Knights' hated tactic of shooting rescuers was a paltry addition to the number of people killed in the explosion.

Until the true name of the mysterious explosion is known and the corresponding means of solving it, it may be difficult to organize a new raiding party. ...,

"It's up to Count Agen Toraton to decide, and it's useless for us to think too much about the junior knights, and we can't shake the overall situation at all. ”

Uttering out the somewhat depressing words, the knight sent Locke back to his room to sleep.

“...... How can you sleep peacefully? ”

The swaying water in the barrel reflected the stiff face with a towel, and the half-concealed gloomy expression was like that of an awkward child, huddled in the corner without saying a word.

The boy who can always cope with life with a smile and an optimistic style feels strange strangeness to the crooked and distorted face of the swaying water, and ...... A little bit of strange anger.

I don't know the object, I don't understand the evil fire that really causes it.

"Let's go and practice swords, I was born with stinky sweat, and after taking a bath, I will be sober. ”

Suppressing the bad feeling of stuffing his head, the boy grabbed a towel from his head and put it on the edge of the bucket, muttering that he was ready to start the day's study.

At the door, there is a unique duet of horses' hooves and wheels when the carriage crosses the dirt road, and the dull and depressing chariot carrying the remains of the fallen soldiers yesterday passes by, and the tune at this time is crisp and neat, giving people a sense of relief and exhilaration.

The carriage stopped playing outside the wall, and the words of conversation and the heavy snort of the horses soon leaped over the wall and into the ears of the childlike boys.

Filled with resentment, the curious kittens jumped out of the chuckles of the girls, unable to resist the itch caused by the cat's claws scratching his heart, and the boy Locke gently opened the front door to find out.

A bucket of water could be thrown out and crashed into the right side of the medium-width street of the opposite house, and women of all ages were whispering this around the obviously new carriage, after a sad and angry journey to welcome the return of the raiders. Showing a smile has become a more difficult thing for people, because of their own mood, and because they will be angry.

The ladies were careful not to get themselves into trouble with a single expression, and the attentive Locke could still tell that there was a discreet chuckle among the ladies who were trying to avoid problems in their relationships.

[Really, when the priests or monks hear it, they don't know what to say.] 】

The boy standing at the door with his waist crossed showed a shallow wry smile to the surging headscarves and skirts.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Locke decided to disperse the somewhat oblivious women and unaware merchants.

Taking a deep breath, like a dry cough before a big man speaks in the street, the noisy exchange of words is interrupted, and the women leave the carriage with their feet.

The knight of Pierre and the boy of Locke were among the outliers who were willing to mingle with the commoners on an equal footing, and sometimes made the neighbors forget the difference in rank, but the special circumstances of the moment reminded the less rude ladies of the difference in rank.

The human wall consciously dispersed, and the source of the noise and the cause of the congestion disappointed Locke, who was posing as an adult.

The style of the carriage and the two horses pulling it were nothing more than ordinary goods, and cotton cloth was placed on the wagon's platform.

I thought it was something new - the idea didn't last more than three seconds, and the unexpected bright spot emerged as we looked deeper.

-- Rings, necklaces, and hairpins laid under cloth with crystals of red, blue, purple, and so on, each polished to a sparkling light;

-- The charioteer, dressed as a merchant on the edge of the pedestal, with a discernible face on the other side and a helper;

Unaffordable luxuries can always attract women's fiery eyes, and shiny things such as jewelry can make them stop and linger.

However, this high-priced consumer goods are clearly beyond the scope of small merchants' business, and it is really suspicious to appear on the streets of the town at this moment, and to put it bluntly, it is likely to sell the stolen goods for robbers and thieves somewhere. ...,

The face of the navy blue-haired merchant came into view, which deepened Locke's suspicions, and it was more convincing to say that a guy who was about 15~17 years old at most was an apprentice no matter how he looked at it. To say that a traveling merchant with his own carriage is contrary to Locke's vision of the trade—the youngest merchant who drives the carriage around is no less than 20 years old.

Suspicious goods, suspicious wagons, suspicious merchants.

The frowning boy had already rapidly upgraded the boy dressed as a merchant from a young member of a fraud and stolen goods gang to a criminal who committed many crimes such as killing, robbery, theft, and smuggling, and considered whether to hand over this suspect to the Rudio knight in charge of law and order.

There is a gap in status between the squire and a traveling merchant, and Locke has every power and ability to hand over a suspicious foreigner to the sheriff, the question is whether it is appropriate?

There is no arrogance to arrest people and punish crimes based on subjective guesses, and street policing is not Locke's responsibility. The result of Knight Rudio's final verification that the other party is indeed a legitimate businessman...... It wasn't just a shame and an end of it, the sheriff with a face that the whole world owed him money would definitely teach the boy who put his hand in his authority a painful lesson that he will never forget.

Locke was caught between reward and rebuke, after a difficult choice-

[Let's put it up first, maybe you can find clues. 】

Locke chooses a compromise low-risk option and beckons to the navy blue hair of a merchant or a suspect.

The young man, who was taller than the waiter, put on a businessman's professional smile, and the pleasant face and the rustic feeling of the countryside in it made Locke slightly less hostile.

[Maybe this guy has a secret recipe for growing taller, so I can't forget to ask this later.] 】

Locke, who has just entered the threshold of development, cares about height like all boys at this age, and has always been dissatisfied and worried about the height growth that is not very obvious. While he was thinking about his personal physiology, the boy with a height of 177 centimeters came to Locke and bowed.

"Who are you?"

Straightening his chest, which was far from reaching the [Generous] Cheng Dù, the boy assumed a truly knightly and arrogant posture.

The low position he is in allows for a small trespass, in order to give the suspect a necessary dismount, and also to create a little pressure for the teenager who is taller than himself. Locke worked hard to create an unfriendly, high-pressure atmosphere.

"Siegfried, a traveling merchant from the south, greets you, your honorable knight. ”

The calmness of the response and the norms of etiquette and demeanor were unmistakable, and for a moment Locke even suspected that the other party was a child of a wealthy family somewhere. The title of "Your Excellency Knight" at the end of the words made Locke unconsciously happy, and his arrogant face bloomed slightly flushed.

"I'm just a boy-in-waiting, and the title of [Knight] is too much. ”

Locke tries to look good and makes a gesture of refusing flattery. It's a pity that the camouflage is not in place, and the joyful thoughts can even be distinguished by the women who have not stayed away from the carriage after they have dispersed.

"How so? In your graceful speech and demeanor, it can be seen that you are hard working and strict, and a hard-working boy will eventually become a great knight and establish immortal feats, and the whole of Charlemagne will talk about you and be proud of you. ”

The merchant spoke like a seasoned bard, and his choice of words and bows were more exaggerated than those of the poets who made a living with their mouths and performances.

It's like a theater actor with great acting skills, but not a funny clown like a clown.

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Small theatre time

Brunhill: Your Excellency Li Lin is once again in the guise of a carriage merchant. When it comes to the carriage merchant, the opening song always comes to mind.

Li Lin: I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky, I'm not a wheat harvester......

Brunhill (extremely terrifying smile): Do you want to be accompanied by a naked man with animal ears and a tail and a goddess of harvest?

Li Lin (cold sweat on the forehead): The beast-eared girl has its cuteness, but I don't want to be killed because of inexplicable delusions......---b

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PS: I don't know what's wrong with the book review area.,It's always impossible to reply.,Now I can only reply to your book reviews by text message.,As long as the brothers are posting book reviews.,I'll definitely reply next.。 I hope you forgive me! The new week is coming, and the New Year is approaching, so I implore all of you to smash your tickets! The current situation is really not optimistic!