The Baron Manor in Green Creek Town was dim and dim. Compared to the hustle and bustle coming from the tavern in the center of the town in the distance, the place was more like a tomb in silence. Occasionally, a few candlelights flickered and danced in the room.
A warrior wearing half-armor walked through the manor under the guidance of a servant. He soon saw a man in the conference hall. He had a fat and round figure and short and stubby limbs like an oversized prairie dog.
Even if the fat on the abdomen, forearms, and cheeks are far apart, you can still clearly see the laminated lines of flesh.
However, as Page has been working in Green Creek Town for nearly ten years, and he and Cam came here from White Rock City, the most desolate city in the North, he will never despise his lord, even if he seems fat.
Lazy is a "fat pig", "millstone" and "vampire" in the eyes of many townspeople, but this does not affect his respect for him, because only he knows how difficult it is to be a lord, and he also
It is clear that this obesity is not caused by eating, but a curse, from the curse of the devil with sharp horns and bat wings.
"Baron, are you looking for me?"
After dismissing the servants, he deliberately made a sound of footsteps, letting the person sitting on the highest scarlet noble high-back chair at the other end of the conference hall notice his arrival, and his tone was quite respectful.
"Well, Peppa Pig, come and sit."
The baron sitting on the highest chair waved, and the curtains at the floor-to-ceiling windows where the dim night could originally be seen were completely closed.
The strange thing made Page pause, but as the surrounding candles lit up and the entire conference hall lit up, he quickly stepped forward and sat down about four or five seats away from the leader, Baron Cam.
From a far distance, if you are too close, you will look doting and arrogant, if you are too distant, you will look disrespectful. This distance is just right.
"You have worked hard these days. Lin En has told you, right?"
After Page sat down, after a while, the unknown baron first sighed heavily, and then tried hard to open his aristocratic agate green eyes, looking at him who was currently responsible for the safety of the entire town.
, the guard captain who has been working hard for several days.
"It's not particularly hard. Compared with before, well, Lin En told me that those outsiders have been arranged by me to go to the largest tavern, the Sword of the Brave..."
Page saw the sadness that could not be hidden on the face of the previously confident and cunning Baron, and couldn't help but ask worriedly.
"What happened? Baron."
After the words fell, the air became silent, and the look in the baron's eyes became sad and angry.
"Not coming."
There was no reason for the three words he spat out, but Page still understood what they meant, and the expression on his face quickly changed from confusion to equally angry.
"How come, didn't Viscount Grover agree? We will deploy 200 elite guards and a team of rangers. With his help, we can clear out the cannibal outposts stationed around the town. Then Baron,
Where is the Adventurers Association..."
As he talked about the latter part, Page's voice was trembling, but the only response he received was a silent shake of the head, as if the sway of the guillotine's ax blade rising before departure struck him on the faith he had persisted in for so many days.
"They won't come... Then wouldn't Green Creek Town..."
"It's over, it's all over, the Grover family has been liquidated, and now there is a new lord. Green Creek Town has not received any return for the tax burden it has paid over the years, and there is no one from the Adventurer's Guild to take over this task.
Recently, their attention seems to be focused on another place, and no one cares about the commission."
The baron's lonely and painful voice sounded in the conference hall.
"Then increase the reward, and someone will come."
Page hurriedly made suggestions.
"It's useless to improve. You might die at the hands of a man-eating ape on the way. And I can't give him what he wants that can solve the problem here..."
There was another silent shake of the head, and it was not until a long while later that Page felt the baron's sad eyes on him again.
"From now on, we can only rely on ourselves, Peppa Pig."
"Baron, then call me over."
Page had a premonition that something was wrong, and then he heard the baron's answer and the sound of paper rustling on the table, which was particularly harsh in the empty conference hall.
"It's for this, take a look."
He saw a bundle of bundled sheepskin rolls handed over, with bright red blood stained on the surface, and hurriedly opened them to take a look.
The language used was the rare forest language.
As a former aristocrat, he was one of the few people in the town who could read except for the clerks, so he was immediately stunned on his chair, because the source of this parchment came from the depths of the forest, and the one who was watching them from the outside
A tribe of man-eating apes in the town for weeks.
"They... still know this?"
After reading the above contents of the parchment, Page finally understood the reason why the baron called her here, and also understood why the light in his eyes shined.
"Yes, they understand everything just like us humans."
"But, Baron, are you sure they won't go back on their word? We really have to do what they say... they... they are a bunch of beasts that eat people without blinking an eye!"
Page was a little moved and resisted. Obviously, he believed in his own judgment more than the words on the parchment. If the cannibal could abide by the contract, it would not hide in the depths of the forest all the time.
After all, the sophistication of their weapons is not inferior to that of the kingdom's standard weapons. As long as the profits are rich enough, there is no shortage of businessmen risking their lives to trade with them. It is precisely because of the untrustworthiness of the contract that many businessmen have given up on this.
idea.
You know, there are bold businessmen in the south who do business with the Green Dragon. It can be seen that Asenlande does not lack adventurous spirit.
But before Page could finish his words, he saw the Baron nodding his head in doubt.
"They seem to be serious this time. The curse flowing in my body tells me that they dare not betray."
"What's going on? Is it getting worse again?"
Page, who knew the reason for the curse on him, asked nervously, as if she was afraid that something might happen to him.
After all, the Tumen family's curse gave its owners a sharp mind and an eloquent mouth, but it also gave them bloated, deformed, and disgusting figures. Their figures grew year by year until their necks and faces merged together.
Together, it's like a distorted and bloated face growing on the skin.
"No, I just feel that the whispers have become more frequent recently. It seems that even if I come here, I can't escape."
Cam waved his hand absently and helplessly, indicating that he had nothing to do, and then continued with the previous question.
"Page, what do you think of the content?"
"The problem is not a problem, but Navia's caravans usually have mages accompanying them, so spell casters will be more troublesome."
Page frowned and said carefully.
"If you want to take action, it's best to do it as soon as possible. If nothing else happens, they will leave tomorrow."
"Huh? Aren't they staying here for a day or two?"
As the mayor of the town, Cam is not as well informed as Page. On the way, he learned from his subordinates that the hotel they rented was only for one night.
"There seems to be something important."
Page shook his head in confusion. After all, Navia's caravans used to be large in number. They would stay at least one to two days each time they were repairing in various places. This was used as time to purchase supplies and allow the merchants to collect satisfactory goods.
He would leave, and whenever he arrived in a city, he would rent a street and hold a trade fair that lasted for a week.
"Then the time is very short, there is no time to hesitate."
Baron Cam knew that there was not much time left for him now, but when he called the guard who had followed him all the way north, he had already made a plan in his heart.
"Then do as you say, but will their appetites really be satisfied? There are more than a hundred of them."
Page didn't care about their rich goods. What he was worried about was whether the greedy cannibal tribe would ask for it again, which would cause trouble.
"No, it told me that if you get what you need here, it will move closer to the south of the Whispering Forest. They will no longer block us here."
Due to the curse, Cam is extremely sensitive to contracts. Therefore, Baron Cam is still extremely confident about whether he can fulfill the treaty. If the Grover family had not been unexpectedly liquidated, the batch of military aid should have arrived, and he would not have done it at all.
Will choose to negotiate peace with the cannibal tribe.
"Okay, I'll get ready now."
After Page understood this, he wanted to leave, but what he didn't expect was that he was stopped by the baron behind him, who gave him a serious order.
"Page, other people do those things, you don't need to do them."
"Huh? Why, Baron."
Page looked confused.
"I need you to do something more important!" Baron Cam said.
"What happened?"
"Kill me when I fail!" He handed over a silver dagger with exquisitely carved patterns on the handle.
"But..." Page felt inexplicably sad, but was quickly comforted by Baron Cam.
"Page, you have to know that this is just the worst plan. We came out of White Rock City together. The baron and the guard have the same identity. When the time comes, someone must come back alive to take revenge! If I die, you will be the lord of Green Creek Town.
Then I can..."
After a while of Baron Cam's persuasion, Page reluctantly accepted the dagger and agreed to stay out of the matter. When the battle situation was at a disadvantage, he came out to kill the baron as a righteous person and prepare to save Green Creek Town.
"That's good, you go back to sleep, I'll see you off!"
The extremely obese Baron Cam stood up carefully holding on to the table. With a body weighing over 300 kilograms, even though his body was much taller than that of ordinary southerners, he still looked like a round ball overall.
"No, Baron, just have a good rest. You don't need to send me away."
After hearing this, Baron Cam did not force himself. He just stood for a few steps and was out of breath. He looked at Page who was about to leave and sighed.
"This body of mine once won the first place in the Winter Ceremony competition and fought the white dragon with the hunting team. But now, why is it so disobedient? It's hard to stand even."
"It's going to be okay, Baron."
When Peppa reached the door, she couldn't help but turned around and comforted her.
"I hope so!"
Although Baron Cam replied with a smile, Page could still feel his loss in it, but thinking that there was nothing to say at this time, not to mention the more important things now, there was no point in talking about it anymore, so he said goodbye
Leave.
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"Brothers from afar, let's drink today! I like drinking with the Navians the most!"
In the Brave Tavern, several specially arranged atmosphere groups from Green Creek Town have begun to shout loudly. It is very lively. If it were not for the silence outside the window, they may have forgotten the imminent threat.
"Tell me, how could I be so bored that I followed him?"
"I'm so bored giving that order!" Cecil muttered to himself on the second floor of the tavern, looking at the black-haired young man sitting in a corner downstairs, but she was the only one here with a cat.
Although the rude shouts from the tavern below had left them under the barrier and no sound could be heard, Cecil still frowned slightly. It wasn't that she hated her caravan, but that she didn't like this kind of thing very much.
The environment, noisy and noisy, affects the judgment in the mind.
If he were not curious about what he wanted to do, Cecil would not have followed him to the tavern no matter what. With this time, he might as well analyze a few more spell books.
Cecil's tabby cat was lying on the table, looking at the scene outside the barrier with bright eyes. It seemed to be carefully observing everyone's actions. It was very fascinated and did not answer the owner's murmurs.
Downstairs, Woody was deep in thought, and his hands were not idle. He was playing with the knife and fork in his hands boredly. In front of him was an untouched jam waffle, with afterimages dancing in the air.
When his knife and fork hit the dinner plate, it made a mysterious and clear sound, like some kind of musical melody, which made him involuntarily look out the window into the dark night.
At the same time, a dark seal on the back of his left hand seemed to be flashing along with the melody. If there were other demon hunters here, they would know that one of his eyes was hovering with an eye outside the window at this time.
The black-feathered night crows share the view.
Looking at the town guards who were quietly touching the Brave Sword Tavern in his field of vision, as well as their mutual vigilance and panic, Woody made a judgment.
"It seems they can't wait any longer."
I stretched leisurely and could finally do some exercise.
At this moment, with the sound of wheels rolling outside the tavern, a silver rectangular dining car appeared at the entrance of the tavern. Even if it was tightly covered under the oval cover, it could not stop an alluring aroma from coming to the nostrils.
.
A man who looked like a butler then appeared at the door of the tavern. It was he who pushed the steaming dining cart all the way here.
However, what he didn't expect was that when he pushed into the tavern, everyone except the people in the town stared at him.
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, so the butler named Lin En was also witty. In order to resolve the embarrassment, he laughed a few times and explained.
"Mushroom soup, brothers, these are mushroom soups picked fresh from the forest by the residents of the town in the morning. They are very sweet!"
“You can’t drink it anywhere else, it’s more comfortable than wine! It’s warm!”
"The lord specially asked us to stew it for you who have come from afar. I hope you can stay here for a while and buy the residents' medicinal materials and furs at a more reasonable price."
But he obviously found that the more he spoke, the weirder those people looked at him, and they all looked serious, and some even grabbed weapons.
And just when he subconsciously wanted to retreat, he found that the retreat behind him had been blocked by two northern barbarians at some point.
Then, the crowd in front of him suddenly parted, and a young man with golden eyes wearing black leather armor and clean short hair appeared. He had a smile on his face and a gentle tone.
"Since it's fresh mushroom soup, since the housekeeper has worked so hard, why don't you drink a bowl first to warm your stomach?"
"After all, having just come in from such a cold outside world, it must have been extremely cold."
As he spoke, he took a step forward and opened the silver lid, revealing the milky white soup underneath, covered with grains of golden butter.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Thank you all for your comfort and support. I will work hard to update. As for relationships, just try your best. Giving up on yourself is not an option. Improving yourself and changing yourself is the right way. After all, even if you break up, you can still get back together. I will start over again in two days.
Come on, I'll leave it to you all when the time comes.
