After the closure of the city was over, Viscount Moruo asked the guards to open the city gate so that the subjects could come in and out again. It's just that the inspections are much stricter now than before.
"your name?"
"My name is Richard. I'm a hunter from Heixi Village. I'm going to the city to sell something this time."
At the city gate, several soldiers checked one by one. A hunter in a leather coat carried the recently hunted venison into the city. He put a piece of skinned animal skin on his shoulders, so that the venison would not get caught in the clothes. 's mess.
Looking at the roughly marinated red and white venison, the guard poked it with his hand and simply tasted it.
"It's very good, what price are you going to sell, if possible, our brothers will take it directly." The guard also needs to spend the winter, and now he thinks about the empty top of the fire room at home, and he is also a little moved.
"Uh, this, I might want to sell high." Orion hesitated.
Seeing that the guard in front of him was dissatisfied, he had to explain a few words. "Recently, there are more monsters in the mountains. Some time ago, some people even heard the dragon roar. I also took a lot of risk to catch the prey. In addition, I still have a long way to go, so I hope I can make more money. ."
"Okay, don't give me these. I can listen to you a hundred or ten times a day, as if everyone has a miserable life." The guard waved his hand a little irritably, and then prepared to put this man first. Let it dry for a while.
Seeing that he didn't let himself into the city, the hunter also became sad, so he had to stand there, not knowing what to do.
In the early morning forest fog, there was a crisp sound of horse hoofs, and then several cavalrymen in dark red uniforms rushed all the way from far to near.
Looking at the brand-new bright red military uniform and the short musket on his waist, several guards suddenly paid attention to it.
"hiss-"
The war horse was raised high, stopped not far from the city gate, and then walked slowly with small steps.
The officer on the tall horse, holding the reins, looked at the farmers, traders, and a small number of hunters who were waiting to enter the city, and nodded from time to time.
"Hello, sir, may I ask who you are?" the captain of the guard asked cautiously from the side of the road.
Compared with the private soldiers of Viscount Moruo's family, these cavalry in military uniforms are the real military strength of the empire. And after suppressing the uprisings in the southern border several times, now the regent prince has used the legion under his command to firmly grasp all the nodes in the southern border.
"I'm a lieutenant under the 71st Regiment of the Empire, Widwin." He took out his badge and appointment letter and showed it to the soldiers.
Then, in a kind of respectful answer, the guards drove the crowd gathered at the gate to the sides, making way for the road in the center.
"Very good, you are loyal guards." In response, the officer nodded, and then pointed to a hunter.
"I want the venison on his back, and he will send it to where I live."
"Yes, my lord." The guards below looked at each other and nodded.
"That's it." Then he took the dozen or so cavalry that accompanied him all the way into the city, leaving a crisp sound of hoofs.
After the officer entered the city, the guards had to find the hunter again.
"Did you hear it, you are lucky, you are attracted by that adult, and you are not ready to hand over the meat."
"But...but...it's mine." With the meat on his back, the hunter took a few steps back, not knowing how to deal with it.
"Hmph, are you still dreaming? Bring it here." The captain of the guard winked at his opponent, and then a group of people directly surrounded the hunter, and in a fight, they took the meat over. .
Looking at the hunter lying on the ground after being beaten, the captain threw a few copper coins at random.
"Go away soon."
After he finished speaking, he glanced coldly at the people around him, who avoided their gazes and bowed their heads to the other side. Among them, a young farmer clenched his fists.
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The other hand pressed on his shoulder, letting him release his hand, and then he said something in a low voice.
"Don't be impulsive, advance to the city."
After a brief period of silence, the order at the city gate gradually returned to its previous lively state, as if nothing had happened just now.
After entering the city, an old man and a young man walked on the street, and then whispered about what happened just now.
"You can't be so impulsive. You must know that we have other tasks." This man was about 40-50 years old. Although he was wearing coarse linen clothes, he was very clean and the knuckles on his hands were very thick.
"I know, but if I treat this kind of thing indifferently, then why am I here." Although he has the strength of Sequence 4, there is still a lot to learn in terms of experience and wisdom.
"I know your sincerity and enthusiasm, but Queric, we have other tasks ahead of us. You also hope to save the senior's daughter from the clutches."
The young man named Querik nodded after hearing this.
"Yes, Senior Sartre saved me when I was young. I remember this kindness, and now I want to bring his orphans out of the hands of the nobles."
"Yes, so for this goal, we have to endure for the time being."
"This is Longyi Province, the remote southeastern part of the southern border. Our ideas are rarely spread here, so we need to be more careful."
"Because these local people may not understand those great ideas, they are very conservative, so once our identity is exposed, it will be difficult to stay in the local area, and the daughter of Senior Sartre will no longer be able to escape from here."
The uncle patiently enlightened the young man beside him, and the two stopped talking until the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.
"What happened ahead, why are so many people watching." The middle-aged uncle grabbed a passerby and asked.
Although he was impatient, looking at the strong right arm holding his own arm, the local resident felt as if he was restrained by iron clamps, and he didn't move even if he tried to struggle.
"In front of it is the local temporary execution ground. Viscount Moruo is asking someone to hang a thief." He said a few words, and then pointed to the end of the street, where there was a high platform, and the surroundings were already full of figures.
"Is that person going to be hanged just for stealing?" Queric's hands clenched again, and then slowly parted.
"Yes, but what he stole is the most precious secret treasure of Viscount Moruo's family. It is said to be worth several thousand extraordinary gold coins."
Hearing this, the uncle slowly took his hand away and continued to move forward.
"Is it going to hang someone again recently? It's really unfortunate." As the two deepened, more and more people were talking about the matter.
"I guess he's also one of those lunatics of the revolutionaries."
"It doesn't seem to be. It's different from the previous one. It should be a member of a certain organization. Yes, that's right. Look at the sign hanging in front of him."
On the high wooden platform, a man with scars was pressed onto the stage, and two old wooden signs hung around his neck.
Looking at the names of the two major organizations, a new round of discussions began.
"No way, the 'Blindfolded Man', a neutral guarantee organization, would also do such a thing?"
"I don't know, maybe Viscount Moruo offended others. You must know that he is notoriously stingy."
"I thought it was a revolutionary party from Zishan Province. Didn't they all look like this a few days ago?"
"Maybe, this time is different."
The people talked, and then the executioner began to announce that the time had come.
"Rope around his neck and get ready."
Several soldiers began to move, and at this moment, a loud voice cut through the sky. It was a crimson light, and a vigorous figure was riding on the galloping eagle.
As it approached, the crimson sword shadow immediately slashed and slashed the hanging rope. A burgundy-haired woman stood on the high platform. She held a machete like a scorpion hook and carried a flaming nightingale on her chest. badge.
"Sorry for being a little late."
And as her voice fell, several figures jumped up from the stage and stood beside her. These people all wore bronze badges, and they exuded surging extraordinary magic.