"Would you like some? Although the marinade is not very good, it tastes very good when boiled into soup."
Mufasa, a middle-aged man who looked a little rough, took out a wooden spoon from nowhere, stirred the boiling broth, scooped up a spoonful and asked the children, he said: "I don't know what to cook. Tang is still a little confident."
Nana, who was still asleep, woke up faintly after smelling the aroma of broth.
"Shouldn't it be a trap like 'you eat my broth, and you will be members of our church from now on!'?"
Simba said cautiously.
Children disappeared every day in the slums, and he couldn't help but be careful.
"Don't worry, I'm not hungry enough to eat anything... It's just a weekly task."
Mufasa said nonchalantly what Simba and the others couldn't understand, but it really didn't look like he had any bad intentions.
And although Simba and Shazu kept holding the rocks and pretending to be ready to attack at any time, this was actually closer to a bluff. After all, they had been hungry for so long, and they had no strength.
If Mufasa really had any malicious intentions, with his long knife that cut thick bacon like cutting tofu, he could easily take them both down.
The two looked at each other the same way, and finally decided to make a compromise.
Taking out the small wooden bowl hidden in the corner of the room, after filling a large bowl from the broth, the three little guys took turns drinking the broth one mouthful at a time.
Simba couldn't help whispering, "It smells so good!"
It can be seen that both Simba and Shazu are restraining their desire to drink up the soup in one gulp, trying to make the weak Nana drink more.
That serious look made Mufasa couldn't help showing a smile: "Go ahead and drink."
"Uncle, don't you want to eat by yourself?" Nana asked softly with a slightly weak voice.
"Hahaha, don't look at me like this, in fact, I made a lot of money a few days ago, so I don't miss such a small meal!" Mufasa replied with a smile.
"Liar, I saw you caught by the city guards a few days ago and hung up at the gate for public display!" Simba exposed Mufasa's 'lie' without hesitation.
"Ahem, what is hanging at the gate of the city to show the public? Your children don't understand the plan of the adults. This is my strategy to build a good relationship with the city guards!" They are close enough to be called brothers!"
As a result, all three children cast doubtful glances at him.
Originally, Mufasa wanted to continue bragging, but he fixed his eyes, calmed down and listened carefully, and found footsteps outside the house again.
And different from him at that time, there were at least a dozen people who came here this time, and the footsteps of nearly half of them were very dull, and you couldn't hear them if you didn't listen hard. armor.
The only ones who can walk in heavy armor in the city are the city guards under the command of the city lord. Most of the crusaders of other churches are cloth armored units, and the rest who don't wear heavy armor should be ordinary soldiers. After all, the city guards in Frost Mist Ji Lancaster are short of manpower, so ordinary soldiers in the army can only be mixed into the team for patrols and other tasks.
Immediately, Mufasa's face changed: "Eat slowly, if someone asks, just pretend you haven't seen me!"
After speaking, he quickly climbed up from the load-bearing pillar next to the roof with only a small half left, and disappeared at the eaves.
Not long after he left, a team of city guards arrived at the dilapidated house ruins.
"Have you seen these guys lately?"
The leader is not the city lieutenant who is usually fully armed, but an arrogant young man in a fancy-looking dyed gown. He is obviously a nobleman, and even the city lieutenant has become his subordinate.
The aristocratic man took out a stack of wanted warrants from his trouser pocket and showed them to the teenagers. Sure enough, Mufasa's wanted warrants were among them.
The three shook their heads without hesitation and said no.
"Tch, are you sure that the person you know from 'Maniel Wilf' often sees these three brats?" The young man turned his head and asked the city lieutenant who was wearing armor beside him.
"That's right, that's what our informant said." Cheng Lieutenant replied respectfully.
The noble young man clicked his tongue irritably, and was about to lead the crowd to leave, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the pot on the bonfire. It was originally a helmet, and it was a very rare style in this area.
The corner of the young man's mouth curled up into an evil smile. He stopped and ordered the city lieutenant beside him: "Catch these three brats and take them away! Then leave someone behind. If that guy comes here, tell him to go to the city." The lieutenant is looking for someone."
"Will that person throw himself into a trap for the kid?" Cheng Weiguan asked a little puzzled.
"I don't know, but anyway, they are just three lowly rascals, and it doesn't matter if they die." The noble young man didn't care about it: "The key is to catch that person, and then torture Manewelf's identity." Weakness... The source of goods in that guy's hand is a big piece of fat, and many people in the city are staring at it! The sooner I get it, the better!"
Those city guards who usually bully men and women on weekdays, after receiving the order, rushed up like wolves and arrested the three children. Simba, who struggled desperately to resist, was given an old punch and was beaten. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
Seeing that even though he was injured, the little guy stared at him with a fierce and unyielding gaze, for some reason the aristocratic youth felt a burst of irritability in his heart.
"Only two hostages are enough!" He pointed at Simba: "To warn that guy, we are serious, and this guy will be killed right here! Let me think about it... By the way, cut off his head and hang him." On the door beam!"
The city guard who held Simba's head with one hand drew out his sword without hesitation.
"Wait a moment!"
Just then, Mufasa jumped off the roof.
Originally, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, so he went back and forth to check the status of the children, but he didn't expect to bump into this scene that made his eyes tear.
Mufasa couldn't help feeling a little scared when he thought that if he came back a little late, Simba would die here for no reason.
"Aha! What did I say!" The noble young man looked surprised that he had caught a big fish.
"Your Excellency is wise." The Lieutenant of the Heavy Armor City at the side immediately made up a flattery.
Mufasa looked at the two men and found it hard to understand: "Why do you do such a thing? Aren't they residents of Lancaster City? Isn't the reason for the existence of the city guards to protect the people in the city?"
"Residents? No, you made a mistake. Only those who pay taxes every month and pay a sum of money are called people, and they are just like rats in the gutter, eating leftovers and living in the city. It's just living scum."
The noble youth asked without the slightest hesitation, and then he pointed at Mufasa: "But none of this has anything to do with you, soldiers, take him down for me!"