The night of the Senian people is a night of tranquility, peace, and rest of the soul. The forest is as quiet as a harbor, where people's souls can also fall asleep.
The disputes during the day came to an end after sunset, and the Senian village became calm again. But outside the shadow of the bonfire in the square, a small black shadow quietly sneaked into the warehouse on the edge of the Senian village.
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Funya took a small breath, and she carefully looked around, her emerald green eyes filled with nervousness - she slowly pushed the door open with her little hands, then sneaked in, and then carefully closed the door from the inside.
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It was pitch dark in the warehouse, except for a beam of cold moonlight cast from the skylight above. The light fell on the ground, a silvery glow.
But for a real Sennian, this darkness is nothing; the werewolf blood hidden in the Sennian body wakes up in the darkness, and the pupils dilate, thus sweeping away the darkness - Warehouse
Every detail in it is meticulous.
Funya walked over to the pottery jar filled with water. She stood on tiptoes and carefully filled her water bag with water, then closed the lid and looked around.
Although the day's dispute ended with no result, Funya herself had already made up her mind. She wanted to go to the Baron alone - that's what everyone said - as long as she did this, she could save everyone.
, dad and grandpa don’t have to quarrel anymore.
She hopes that everyone can live well and no longer have to leave her forever like her mother.
"Mother……"
Funya sniffed to keep her tears from falling; she didn't know if she would be able to see her father, grandfather, and everyone else after she left, but it didn't matter, she wiped her eyes - thinking about herself
It should be strong enough.
Just like what my mother said——
Funya should become strong quickly and not shed tears all the time; even if she leaves her mother, she can still be strong and live with her father, because Funya is also a citizen of the forest, a Senya
People.
Funya remembered that when her mother said this to her, she was covered in blood, but her mother was still smiling. The smile was so warm. She rubbed her eyes and felt her tears falling down unsatisfactorily.
"Funya, idiot..."
She bit her lip and whispered with tears in her eyes.
She carefully checked everything she should bring, and then stopped, with her little heart pounding, to put on the clothes and boots that she would usually only wear during festivals.
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 that at this time, no one would punish her.
But anyway, never mind.
Funya thought with a little willfulness, she shed tears and smiled a little proudly.
And then what else?
By the way, mom's flute.
The little girl was startled, and reluctantly took off the short wooden flute hanging there from her neck. She picked it up and looked at it again and again, carefully touching the flute body, but in the end she gently put it aside.
"This is for Daddy," she thought to herself: "When Daddy sees this, he will think of Fonia and Mommy."
She blinked her dull eyes and reluctantly let go of her hand. Then she put her hands on her knees and hesitated for a moment. After confirming that nothing had been forgotten, she prepared to stand up.
But at this moment, the little girl felt something cold touch her hand.
Funya trembled slightly.
She turned around like a frightened little animal, widened her emerald green eyes, and saw a bright silver sheathed dagger sticking out of the darkness - Funya raised her head subconsciously, and she immediately saw
Those gentle eyes in the darkness - and the dagger in the opponent's hand was handed to her hand.
"Big...brother..." the little girl said "Ah", and she took a step away cautiously.
That is Brando.
The young man standing in the darkness remained motionless, looking at Funia with a kind of silent encouragement——
"When you go out, be sure to remember what you need for self-defense." He replied gently.
Funya was stunned.
A smile appeared on Brando's face, and he slowly walked out of the darkness; he came to Funia, sat down next to her, then held up the little girl's hand and put the silver dagger into her hand.
Then help her close it.
"Brother...Brother...?" Funya asked in confusion.
"Call me Brother Brando," Brando looked at the little girl carefully. Her bravery and helplessness made his heart soften infinitely; but it all turned into a smile in the end, and he turned back:
"So are you going to go alone, Fonia?"
The little girl lowered her head and did not answer.
"I know," Brando nodded and breathed out: "Come on -"
Funya was startled. She raised her head in surprise, only to see that Brando had stretched out a hand to her, tilted her head and looked at her with a smile: "Brave lady, I am willing to let a knight accompany you.
A trip?"
Funya opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
But in the end, the little girl blushed, nodded vigorously, and sheepishly put her hand in Brando's palm.
Brando chuckled, nodded to her, held her hand and stood up with Funya. He turned back again, looked at the silver moonlight on the ground, and smiled faintly:
"Okay, let's go together and see who the Baron is."
"Brother?" Funya turned her head and looked at him.
"Don't worry, Funya," Brando replied calmly: "Just like the Senians want to leave hope for their own people, I also want to leave hope for myself; therefore, Funya -
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"Even if it's this world, I will defeat it this time to show you."
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Even late at night, the baron's castle was still brightly lit; people were coming and going in the hall, but Grudin was looking ahead with a gloomy expression. His cold eyes passed through the arched stone windows of the castle and fell into the vast night.
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And there, on a line of plains under the night, there were also dots of fire, a scene of brilliance.
Seven scribes stood next to the ruthless baron in turn. They hesitated, but no one dared to speak. In the end, Grudin's confidant bowed down and answered in a low voice:
"Sir, the mercenaries have gathered outside the city. I'm worried that our people will soon be overwhelmed."
Before he could finish his words, Grudin looked away and glanced at him coldly. He choked on the second half of the suggestion and had to swallow it back.
There was a loud "clang, dang, dang, dang" sound.
The baron stretched out his hand and swept all the sumptuous dinner on the table in front of him to the floor. His sudden rage shocked everyone present, and the servants immediately backed away in silence, for fear that an unhappy person would be betrayed by this moody man.
The lord dragged him out and hanged him on the cross outside.
You must know that the blood on the bodies of those mercenaries and adventurers has not dried yet——
"stupid."
Grudin said coldly: "Let me ask you, why haven't Kaili's cavalry returned yet?"
His confidant swallowed dryly and replied: "They were probably stopped outside the city by the mercenaries..."
"About?" A cold light flashed in Grudin's eyes.
"I'm sorry, sir, our people can't leave the city because the mercenaries are blocking the outside of the city. So we can't get any news for a while..."
"Mercenary, mercenary, mercenary again, can't you think of a way?" The Baron wanted to throw a fork in this guy's face, he roared: "You won't kill them all?"
"this……"
His confidants were embarrassed. He thought that there were at least a dozen mercenaries outside the city, as well as adventurers. They were already favored by Martha before they took advantage of the situation and came in. How could they have the ability to go out and kill them all?
What's more, I told you not to kill so many mercenaries during the day and just teach them a lesson - but you didn't listen. You relied on the support of Madara's undead army and did things without considering the consequences, which is why you caused such a big trouble.
In the end, the people below them became stupid.
Of course, he could just think about these words in his mind, but he would probably die if he really said them. So he could only lower his head and wait for Grudin to change his mind.
Grudin was silent for a while and realized what the problem was. However, he was not too worried and just threw the fork coldly to the ground.
"Where are the people from Madara?"
"Do you want to call them?" The confidant immediately raised his head.
"Of course, they are also responsible for that matter. Just tell them the truth directly - I only want one result. 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 kill them all?
Everyone's expressions changed, this was no small matter.
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But as Grudin's confidants said, although the mercenaries gathered together, not all of them wanted to seek justice from the local authority - the real powerful lord of the kingdom.
The bonfire was burning brightly, lighting up the faces of everyone present.
The young wizard apprentice looked at everyone present with a cold face, and his eyes swept across the faces of these people one by one. Among them were the chief of the mercenary group, representatives of the adventurer team, and some
Wandering mercenaries: But apart from the indignant look on their faces, most of them hide their own little calculations——
The young man sighed. He knew that revenge today seemed a little impossible, but he still couldn't swallow this sigh of relief after so many of his companions died.
He couldn't help but clenched his fists, but asked coldly on his face: "You really don't want to get up and fight? So many people have died, but you choose to be cowardly and silent. Have you ever thought about how lowly we are in their eyes?"
, are our lives really worthless and can be trampled on wantonly?"
"Companies, friends, and comrades-in-arms, their bones are not yet cold, and you have already accepted their fate?"
But his questions were like being thrown into a bottomless pit, and he would never hear an echo.
Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.
"That's it?" But someone in the crowd still asked in a low voice.
"Otherwise, what else can we do? They are nobles." Another person replied dejectedly.
"Not just a noble, but a lord." Someone added.
"Can the lord kill people at will?" the young man said angrily: "There seems to be no such article in the kingdom's code, right? Those corpses that are still hanging on the cross were your living companions a few hours ago, couldn't you?
