The night of the Senja is a peaceful, peaceful, and soul-resting night. The forest is as quiet as a harbor where people can sleep in it.
The day's dispute also came to an end after sunset, and the Senia village became calm again. But outside the shadow of the bonfire in the square, a small dark figure sneaked into the warehouse on the edge of the Senja village—
Fonia took a small breath, and she glanced carefully to the left and right, her emerald green eyes were full of tension-she opened the door slowly with her little hand, then dived in, and then carefully closed the door from the inside.
It was pitch black in the warehouse, only the skylight above cast a cold moonlight, and the light fell on the ground, a piece of silver.
But for a real Senja, this darkness is nothing; the blood of the werewolf lurking in the Senja will wake up in the darkness, and the pupils will dilate, thus sweeping the darkness away-in the warehouse. Every detail is exquisite.
Funiya walked to the pottery jar with water. She tiptoed up and filled her water bag with water, then closed the lid and looked around.
Although the dispute of the day is still inconclusive, Fonia herself has already thought about it. She wants to go to the Lord Baron by herself—that’s what everyone said—as long as this is the case, she can save everyone, Dad. There is no need to quarrel with Grandpa anymore.
She hopes that everyone will live well, without leaving herself forever like her mother.
"mother… "
Fonia sniffed her nose to keep the teardrops from falling; she didn’t know if she was going to see her father and grandpa, and everyone in the future, but it didn’t matter, she wiped her eyes—thinking she should Strong enough.
It's like what my mother said-
Fonia should be strong quickly, she shouldn’t always cry; even if she leaves her mother, she can still live with her father strong, because Fonia is also a citizen of the forest, she is Senia People.
Fonia remembered that when her mother said this to her, she was covered in blood, but her mother was still smiling. Smile so warm. She rubbed her eyes, feeling the teardrops still falling down.
"Funiya, idiot..."
She bit her lip and whispered with teardrops.
She carefully checked everything she was supposed to bring, and then stopped, a little heart pounding and putting on the clothes and boots that would only be worn during ceremonies on weekdays.
Girls always love beauty, even if she doesn’t know what she will face, she is still willing to satisfy her little selfishness in the end—
She thought, at this time, everyone should not punish her.
But in short, it doesn't matter.
Funiya thought with a little willfulness, she smirked smirkly with tears in her tears.
Then what else
By the way, mother's flute.
The little girl was startled, and a little reluctantly took the short wooden flute hanging there from her neck. She picked it up and looked at it, stroking the flute body carefully, but finally set it aside gently.
"This is for Dad," she thought to herself: "When you see this, Dad will think of Fonia and Mom."
She blinked her eyes and let go of her hand a little reluctantly, then she put her hands on her knees and hesitated for a moment. After confirming that nothing has been forgotten, he prepared to stand up.
But at this time, the little girl felt something cold and touched her hand.
Funiya shook slightly.
She turned her head like a frightened little animal, her emerald green eyes widened, but she saw a bright silver sheathed dagger sticking out of the darkness—Funiya raised her head subconsciously, and she immediately saw the darkness The gentle eyes in the middle—and the short sword in the opponent's hand is being passed to her hand.
"Big... Brother..." the little girl said'Ah', and she took a step away in a dazed and careful manner.
That's Brando.
The young man standing in the dark was motionless, looking at Fonia with a kind of silent encouragement—
"If you go out, you must remember the self-defense items." He replied gently.
Fonia stayed for a while.
A smile appeared on Brando’s face, and he slowly walked out of the darkness; he came to Fonia, sat down beside her, and then held up the little girl’s hand—putting the silver dagger into her hand , And then help her close.
"Brother... Brother...?" Fonia asked puzzledly.
"Call me Brother Brando," Brando looked at the little girl carefully. Her bravery and helplessness made his heart soften indefinitely; but it all turned into a smile in the end, and he turned his head: "So are you going to go alone, Funia?"
The little girl lowered her head and did not answer.
"I know," Brando nodded and let out a breath: "Come on—"
Fonia was startled, she raised her head in surprise, but saw Brando stretched out a hand to her, tilted her head and smiled at her: "Brave lady, I am willing to let a knight accompany you. A trip?"
Funia opened her mouth, and for a moment she didn't know how to answer.
But in the end the little girl blushed, and she nodded vigorously, and put her hand in Brando's heart with embarrassment.
Brando chuckled lightly and nodded to her, holding her long body with her hand and standing with Fonia standing up. He turned his head again, looked at the silver moonlight on the ground, and smiled faintly:
"Well, let's go and see how sacred the baron is."
"Big... Brother?" Fonia turned her head to look at him.
"Don't worry, Fonia," Brando replied calmly, "It's like the Senia want to leave hope for their people, and I want to leave hope for myself; therefore, Fonia— "
"Even if it is this world, I will defeat it this time and show it to you."
…
Even in the middle of the night, the lights in the Baron’s castle are still brilliant; people come and go in the hall, but Grudin looks forward with a gloomy face, his cold eyes pass through the arched stone windows of the castle and fall into the darkness of night. middle.
And on the plain below the night, there is also a little bit of fire, a glorious one.
Seven clerks stood next to the cruel and ruthless baron one by one, and they froze, but no one dared to speak. In the end, Grudin's confidant bowed down and replied in a low voice:
"My lord, the mercenaries are gathering outside the city. I'm worried that our people are about to be overwhelmed."
Before he could finish his words, Grudin, who was withdrawing his sight, glanced coldly. The second half of the suggestion choked, and had to swallow it back.
'Kang Dangdang' broke out.
The baron stretched out his hand and swept all the sumptuous dinners on the table in front of him to the ground. His sudden rage frightened everyone present, and the servants immediately retreated silently, for fear that one would be unhappy to be dragged out by the moody lord and hanged on the cross outside.
You must know that the blood stains on the corpses of the mercenaries and adventurers have not dried up yet—
"stupid."
Grudin said coldly: "I ask you, why haven't the cavalry of Carey come back yet?"
His confidant swallowed dryly, and replied: "It was probably stopped by mercenaries outside the city..."
"About?" A cold light flashed in Grudin's eyes.
"Sorry, sir, our people can't get out of the city because the mercenaries are stuck outside the city. So there is no news for a while..."
"Mercenaries, mercenaries, and mercenaries, wouldn't you think of a solution?" Lord Baron wished to throw the fork on this guy's face, and he roared, "You won't kill them all?"
"this… "
His confidant was embarrassed for a while. He said that there were more than a dozen mercenaries outside the city, and there were adventurers. If they didn't take advantage of the situation, they were already favored by Martha. How could they have the ability to kill them and kill each other? What's more, in the daytime, you are told not to kill so many mercenaries, just to teach the other party-but you don't listen, relying on the undead army with Madara behind you to do things without considering the consequences, this has caused such a big trouble.
In the end, they became stupid people below them.
Of course, you can think about these words in your heart, and if he really says it, I'm afraid it will be fatal. So he could only lower his head and wait for Grudin to change his mind.
Grudin was silent for a while, and realized the problem now. However, he was not too worried, but coldly threw the fork to the ground.
"Where are the people from Madara?"
"Do you want to call them?" His confidant immediately raised his head.
"Of course, that matter also has their share, you can just tell them the truth-I only need one result, and I don't want to see those dirty and lowly mercenaries in my territory tomorrow morning."
Baron Grudin waved his hand and replied coldly.
Really killed
Everyone's complexion changed, which is not a trivial matter.
…
But as Grudin’s confidant said, although the mercenaries gathered together, they were not all determined to seek justice from the local authority—a real power lord of the kingdom.
The bonfire was blazing, and the faces of everyone present were reddened.
The young apprentice wizard looked at everyone present with a cold face, and his gaze swept across their faces one by one. Among them are large group leaders of mercenaries, representatives from the adventurer team, and some mercenaries who are scattered: but besides the unanimous look of resentment on their faces, most of them conceal themselves. The little abacus in the mind—
The young man sighed. He knew that revenge today seemed to be somewhat impossible, but he couldn't swallow that breath because of the deaths of so many of his companions.
He couldn't help clenching his fist, but he asked indifferently on his face: "You really don't want to fight? After so many people died, you chose to be cowardly silent. Have you ever thought about us who are low in their eyes? , Is our life really worthless and can be trampled on?"
"Companions, friends, and comrades-in-arms, if their bones are not cold, you have already accepted your fate?"
But his questioning was like throwing into a bottomless pit, and he would never hear an echo.
Everyone looked at each other, but no one replies.
"Just forget it?" But someone in the crowd still asked in a low voice.
"Otherwise, what else, that's the nobleman." The other person replied dejectedly.
"Not only a nobleman, but also a lord." Someone added.
"Can the lord kill people wantonly?" The young man said angrily, "It seems that there is no such item in the kingdom's code? Those corpses still hanging on the cross, they were your living companions a few hours ago, can't you? Feeling a little bit of anger?"