Bart has been very unlucky recently. First, he offended his boss for some reason and was kicked out of the city guards. Soon after, his home was stolen and his land deed was stolen.
Then not long ago, a little nobleman came over with a title deed and drove him out of his hut... According to the little nobleman, he bought the title deed from the merchant union and spent a lot of money.
Bart is not stupid. He knows that most of what the little nobleman said was false. The burglary in his home was most likely sent by someone from the little nobleman. This may have a direct relationship with his being kicked out of the City Guards.
He had been trying to prove that the land deed belonged to him, but someone had stolen it. Unfortunately, he couldn't find any evidence to prove this, so he went to the neighbors for help, but the neighbors showed ashamed expressions while saying that they had never known Bart, had never seen him, and that his hut had always been is empty.
Obviously he grew up here since he was a child, and obviously everyone loved each other like a family before. The sun was shining brightly at that time, but his heart was as cold as ice.
A month ago, he was still fantasizing that he would be promoted, become a general, and lead the army to defend his family and country. Now everything has changed, no home, no job, no money in my pocket. All he had left was a piece of armor, an iron shield, and an iron sword that had begun to rust.
Why this happened, Bart couldn't figure it out.
Work hard by yourself, help colleagues; unite relatives and friends, and love neighbors. I tried my best to help them, but when I was wronged, why no one was willing to help me.
why!
Walking on the street, Bart always felt that someone beside him was laughing at him, but when he looked over, he found that those people were all pedestrians with their heads bowed.
Hungry enough to hallucinate
Bart licked his lips. He wanted something to eat, but he didn't have much money in his pocket. Now that there is no place for him in Wangcheng, he has to save some travel expenses and go to other cities to start over.
It's just that he was a little unwilling, since he had nothing wrong with him, why was he forced to leave his hometown.
In a daze, he felt someone standing in front of him. The professional's sensitive nerves immediately made him sober, and his hand was subconsciously placed on the hilt of the sword.
Then Bart discovered that the young man in front of him was a magician, and he looked very familiar. When he set his eyes on the young man's head, he saw the shiny blond hair on the other side, and he remembered where he had seen this person before. up.
"It's you?"
Bart was a little puzzled. He didn't know why the other party blocked his way. Could it be that he was here to settle the old score. He remembered stopping the capture of a beautiful lady.
Thinking of that lady made him feel a little melancholy.
Beta looked at each other, smiled and said: "It seems that you still remember me, let's talk?"
Bart looked at the other party's friendly smile and knew that the other party was not hostile. He was already desperate for this royal city, and he didn't want to have any interaction with the people of this city, but he nodded and agreed.
In the hotel room, Bart was sitting on a chair, gnawing on a leg of lamb, and on the table in front of him, there was already a pile of bones, like a hill.
Beta sat opposite, drinking fruit wine slowly.
After Bart swallowed half of the roast lamb on the table, he wiped his mouth with a white napkin and said, "Thank you for your hospitality."
Cannibalism... Bart doesn't have a good sense of Beta because of Katie's matter, but now, he doesn't feel that the aristocratic magician in front of him is so annoying.
"You're welcome. My name is Beta." Beta put down his glass and asked, "You seem a little downcast? I remember the last time I saw you, you were more heroic and confident than now. By the way, what's your name?"
Bart laughed at himself: "My name is Bart, something happened recently, so the situation is not very good now."
What can make a powerful elite professional, so hungry that his stomach is almost sticking to his back. Beta was extremely curious: "Can you tell me something?"
Bart doesn't like to tell outsiders about his embarrassing things, especially when the magician in front of him doesn't know whether it's right or wrong, good or bad. He asked back: "The lady you chased last time, how is it now? Did you catch her?"
Beta looked sideways at the other party, and after a pause of two seconds, she said, "The lady you mentioned is named Katie... now she is my subordinate, and she is also the bishop of a temple."
"Your subordinate? Did you threaten her?" Bart's expression immediately became serious: "I think I need an explanation."
Well, beautiful women will always be missed. Beta shrugged helplessly, and said: "Threats are not counted, but a deal was made. I cured her terminally ill mother, and she became my servant and worked for me. It's as simple as that."
Bart still had that cold expression: "How do I know if what you said is true or not?"
"If I hurt Katie, I won't appear in front of you at will." Beta said with a smile: "After all, you gave me the impression that you were an envoy of justice."
Bart was a little surprised. Now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that his performance at that time was indeed a little... too impulsive.
"Then why did you chase her then?"
Beta replied: "It was a little misunderstanding, but it was explained clearly later. Let's talk about your topic, I see that you now... It seems that you are not only short of money, but also a place to stay."
Bart blushed: "So obvious?"
"It's weird if it's not obvious." Beta pointed at the other person's body, and said, "Not only was he so hungry that he was about to pass out, but his body also smelled a bit strange. Professionals who have a place to live usually don't have such a situation."
Beta's words reminded Bart of the indifference and ruthlessness of his neighbors a few days ago, and his mood suddenly became gloomy again.
Seeing him like this, Beta said, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say anything, why don't you be my subordinate temporarily, my envoys just happen to lack powerful fighters as forwards. After the task is completed, I will pay ten gold coins to You, and give you 30 acres of land to build a house for you."
"You have your own manor, it's big?" Bart was a little jealous. Nobles are good. They are born with a large piece of land to inherit. Unlike myself, even a hut will be taken away.
Beta shook her head: "I am the lord, and my territory is a wetland. Thirty acres of land is just a trivial matter to me."
Bart was stunned for a while, carefully digested what he had just heard, and then slammed the table: "I know who you are, Red Priest Beta... No wonder I heard your name just now, and it sounded familiar."
Beta asked suspiciously: "Except for a small number of aristocratic families with intelligence networks, most people don't know my nickname. I see you... you don't look like you have your own intelligence network."
"I once knew a friend who was an assassin and worked in the Assassin's Guild." Bart explained: "He spoke highly of you and told me about some of your deeds."
No wonder! Beta nodded, the intelligence of the Assassin's Guild is indeed very well-informed. He asked, "Ever? That friend of yours broke up with you?"
"died."
Bart's expression became a little sad: "I heard that during a mission, he was captured by an ogre, and only his thigh bone was found later... His name is White."