In the Liskar Empire, the rebel army led by the Eagle Group is at war with the Imperial Army. The Eagle Group took advantage of the cowardice of the nobles to control many places. They hid in the refugee flow, sneaked into the city, and carried out many sabotage operations, and
Spread rumors.
The Kalis Imperial Army could not bear the harassment, and finally issued an order that chilled the people. It banned civilians from leaving their places of residence, otherwise they would be dealt with as rebels. This decree left many people who had left their hometowns with no choice but to seek refuge.
Either he joins the rebels or he goes up the mountain to become a bandit.
The Eagles, who were born as bandits and bandits, gradually exposed their true nature as thieves after successive defeats by the Imperial Army and the capture of several important cities. The soldiers raped civilian girls, burned, killed and looted, while the superiors turned a blind eye to them.
, civilians dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
At this moment, a mysterious army intervened...
"Hahaha! Let's perform again, come on, come on!"
"Hurry up!"
"Don't dawdle."
A few voices came from the desolate street, and the old man with his head covered walked quickly, only to see a few soldiers wearing yellow armors surrounding the street. They were sitting on benches, surrounding two homeless people in costumes.
artist.
The two wandering artists were over fifty years old. They wore thick smiling makeup and a big mole on their faces. They looked very funny. He nodded and bowed to the soldiers of the Eagle Regiment and said: "Everyone, let me
Let's take a short rest and drink some water, we are really tired."
"What nonsense! Give us a show now!"
"Mom, drink water, right? Drink!"
Suddenly, a soldier of the Eagle Regiment took out a kettle and poured it out. Suddenly, a straight figure stood in front of the old artist, and the water splashed on his face.
It was a person wearing colorful makeup. He looked very beautiful, but unreal. The Adam's apple on his neck showed that he was a man, but in every aspect, he looked more like a beautiful woman.
"Huh! What a pity that such a beautiful face is actually a man."
The soldier looked at the other person up and down, from head to toe. The other person looked forward with a cold face and an upright expression.
"Qu Feng, forget it, let's perform another one."
The old man pulled the apprentice in front of him and said.
However, the other person still stood expressionless, the makeup on his face was wet with water, and various colors were mixed together, like a grimace.
An Eagle Regiment soldier stood up. He showed a ferocious look and stood in front of Qu Feng, staring at him. The other soldiers also stood up.
The old man pulled his apprentice fiercely and said quickly: "Uncle Bing, it's not your fault, it's not your fault. It's not your fault to get angry with these lowly people. We're here to sing..."
"Shut up! A dead shemale, an old coward, bah! Get out of here!"
With a snap, the soldier slapped Qu Feng hard on the face. He fell to the ground, feeling dizzy and his face was burning.
Then the sound of tinkling came. When he looked back, he found that his musical instruments and luggage were being trampled on by the other party. He wanted to stand up, but was held down by the master, who whispered: "Leave it to them, leave it to them."
fine."
"Let's go! Eat and drink!"
"Let's go, let's go! What bad luck."
"It would be nice to be a girl."
The soldiers left, leaving behind a mess and two destitute people.
The right side of Qu Feng's face was swollen and his eyes were moist. He got up from his low voice and picked up the broken instrument on the ground, an instrument called the shamisen.
He opened his mouth wide and held up the broken balalaika with trembling hands.
"master……"
"Leave it to him and just live."
"This is a treasure passed down from seven generations of your ancestors..."
"It's okay, it's okay."
The old man kept patting him on the back.
Obviously he was so strict and seemingly ruthless in the past, but at this moment he is the last pillar supporting Qu Feng. Qu Feng is not the son of an old man, he is a wild child who does not know who his father is. When he was very young, he was the last pillar of support for Qu Feng.
With a handsome appearance, he was sold to an art troupe and met his current master, which changed his life.
The Dragon and Phoenix Art Troupe, a large art troupe that once performed in the palace, gradually only had two masters and apprentices left.
But now, the two of them suddenly lost everything, and Qu Feng suddenly became confused.
After a while, it started to rain lightly in the gray sky, and the two of them hid in front of someone else's door, using a small eaves to hide from the rain.
From time to time, calls for help were heard on the street. Sometimes the soldiers were carrying a large bag of things, and sometimes they were dragging an unlucky woman. The two of them seemed to be numb and sat in front of the door without saying a word.
"What did we do wrong?" Qu Feng said calmly, looking at the gray sky.
"We did nothing wrong."
The old man closed his eyes and rested his mind, leaning against the door.
"Then why does God do this to us?"
"This is not a problem of God, but a problem of us humans."
"Human? But I think our life is worse than that of dogs."
"Hey, after all, these are troubled times. There is nothing we can do. Let's live first."
The old man said melancholy.
Qu Feng's eyes slowly darkened, and when he looked at the sky, he couldn't see any light.
At this moment, the sound of iron hoofs treading water was heard in the distance, and a mysterious army appeared in this small mountain town and came in front of the two of them.
"If you two don't go home, why are you in a place like this?"
Suddenly, a man's voice came. The old man raised his head slightly. The misty rain made it difficult for him to open his eyes. He kept blinking and tried his best to look at the other person.
He could see a tall horse with a handsome man on it, whose handsome face was even better than Qu Feng's.
"Guan, Sir Guan, we are wandering artists and have no home."
The old man replied, looking at the other person with a smile, a friendly little old man.
"Oh? Then it seems that your journey is not going smoothly."
The other party said, the old man didn't know what the other party meant, he just smiled bitterly and said: "As the adults said, this year is indeed not going well. Hey, there is no way. People are still alive, and life will continue. We can only grit our teeth and get through it."
Yes, there are always ups and downs in life.”
"Well said."
Suddenly, the other party took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to the old man.
"This? This?"
"Please accept this as a gift to you."
"How can I be so embarrassed? Hey, thank you, thank you, sir."
The old man quickly went up and held the cloth bag. He could hear the sound of money clinking. In addition, there was a small box inside.
"By the way, I know a place where the people have plenty of food and clothing, but there is not much entertainment in life. If you go there, you might be able to make a fortune."
"May I ask, sir, where is that place?"
"To the east, beyond Stone, if you want to go, you can go to the Eberron Chamber of Commerce. They can take you there. I wish you good luck."
"Yes, but the east side isn't... sir?"
Before the old man could ask clearly, the other party left, followed by a group of soldiers. The old man had never seen the armor they wore, and he didn't know which side they were from.