The blockade of the city was over, and Viscount Morrow asked the guards to open the city gates so that the citizens could enter and exit again. However, inspections are now much stricter than before.
"Your name?"
"My name is Richard. I am a hunter from Black Creek Village. I am going to the city to sell some things this time."
At the city gate, several soldiers checked one by one. A hunter in leather clothes entered the city carrying the recently hunted venison. He put a piece of peeled animal skin on his shoulders so that the venison would not stain his clothes.
of a mess.
Looking at the roughly marinated red and white venison, the guard poked it with his hand and briefly tasted it.
"It's very good. I'm going to sell it for whatever price. If possible, our brothers will just take it." The guard also needs to survive the winter. Now he is thinking about the empty top of the fire room at home, and he is also getting interested.
"Well, I might want to sell this at a higher price." Orion hesitated.
Seeing that the guard in front of him showed dissatisfaction, he had to explain a few words. "There have been more monsters in the mountains recently, and some people even heard dragon roars some time ago. I also took a lot of risks to catch the prey, plus
Pickling still has such a long way to go, so I hope to make more money."
"Okay, okay, give me less of this. I can hear you say this a hundred times every day, as if everyone is living a miserable life." The guard waved his hands a little irritably, and then prepared to kill this person first.
Let dry for a while.
Seeing that he refused to let him enter the city, the hunter also became sad and could only stand there, not knowing what to do.
In the forest mist in the early morning, a crisp sound of horse hoofbeats was heard, and then several cavalrymen in dark red military uniforms came running from far to near.
Looking at the brand new bright red military uniform and the short musket carried on the waist, several guards suddenly paid attention to it.
"hiss--"
The war horse was raised high, stopped not far from the city gate, and then slowly walked back with small steps.
The officer on the tall horse, holding the reins, looked at the farmers, merchants, and a few hunters around him who were waiting to enter the city, and nodded from time to time.
"Hello, sir, who are you?" the guard captain asked cautiously, standing on the roadside.
Compared with the private soldiers of the Viscount Moreau family, these cavalry in military uniforms are the real military force of the empire. And after suppressing several uprisings in the southern border, the regent has now firmly grasped the situation with his legions.
Various nodes in the southern border.
"I am a lieutenant of the 71st Legion of the Empire, Widwin." He took out his badge and appointment letter and showed them to these soldiers.
Then in a respectful reply, the guards drove the people gathered at the city gate to both sides and made way for the central road.
"Very good, you are loyal guards." In response, the officer nodded, and then pointed to an Orion.
"I want the venison on his back and I'll ask him to deliver it to my place later."
"Yes, sir." The guards below looked at each other and nodded.
"That's it." Then he led the dozen or so horses who were traveling with him directly into the city, leaving behind a crisp sound of horse hooves.
After the officer entered the city, the guards had to find the hunter again.
"Did you hear that? You're lucky to be noticed by that adult, so why don't you hand over the meat quickly?"
"But...but...this is 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 of some sweet dreams? Bring it here." As he said this, the guard captain winked at his subordinates, and then a group of people directly surrounded the hunter and snatched the meat away during a fight.
.
Looking at the Orion lying on the ground after being beaten, the captain threw a few copper coins casually.
"Get out of here quickly."
After he finished speaking, he glanced coldly at the people watching around him. They avoided looking, lowered their heads and walked to the other side. Among them, a young farmer clenched his fists.
The other hand pressed on his shoulder, asking him to let go of his hand, and then he whispered.
"Don't be impulsive, go to the city first."
After a brief period of silence, the order at the city gate gradually returned to its previous lively state, as if what happened just now had never happened.
After entering the city, two people, an old man and a young man, were walking on the street, and then they whispered about what happened just now.
"You can't be so impulsive. You have to know that we have other tasks." This man was probably in his 40s or 50s. Although he was wearing coarse linen clothes, he was very clean and the knuckles on his hands were also very thick.
"I know, but if you treat such things indifferently, then why did I come here?" Although he has the strength of Sequence 4, he still has a lot to learn in terms of experience and wisdom.
"I know your sincerity and enthusiasm, but Queric, we have other tasks. You also hope to save the senior's daughter from the clutches of the devil."
The young man named Quarik nodded after hearing this.
"Yes, Senior Sartre saved me when I was young. I remember this kindness, and now I want to take his orphan out of the hands of the nobles."
"That's right, so for this goal, we have to be patient for the time being."
"This is Longyi Province, a remote area in the southeast of the southern border. Our ideas are rarely spread here, so we need to be more careful."
"Because these locals may not understand those great ideas, and they are very conservative, so once our identity is exposed, it will be difficult to stay there, and the daughter of Senior Sartre will no longer be able to escape from here."
The uncle patiently enlightened the young man next to him. It was not until there were gradually more people on the street that the two stopped talking.
"What happened in front? Why are so many people watching?" The middle-aged uncle grabbed a passerby and asked.
Although he was very impatient, looking at the strong right arm holding his arm, the local resident felt as if he was restrained by an iron vise, unable to move even if he tried to struggle.
"Ahead is the local temporary execution ground. Viscount Moreau is letting someone hang a thief." He said a few words briefly, then pointed to the end of the street, where there was a high platform, and there were already people around him.
"Is that man going to be hanged just for stealing something?" Queric clenched his hands again, and then slowly separated them.
"Yes, but what he stole was the most precious secret treasure of the Viscount Morrow family. It is said to be worth thousands of extraordinary gold coins."
After hearing this, the uncle slowly took his hand away and continued to move forward.
"It's unfortunate that people have to be hanged again recently." As the two of them went deeper, more and more people around them talked about this matter.
"I guess he is also one of those lunatics from the revolutionary faction."
"It doesn't seem like it. It's different from the previous ones. He should be a member of a certain organization. Yes, that's right. Look at the sign hanging in front of him."
On the wooden high platform, a man with scars all over his body was pressed onto the stage, and two old wooden signs were hung around his neck.
Looking at the names of the two major organizations, a new round of discussion began.
"No way, the 'Blindfolded Man', a neutral guarantee organization, would also do this kind of thing?"
"I don't know, maybe Viscount Moreau has offended someone else. You know, he is famous for being stingy."
"I thought they were the revolutionary party from the Purple Shirt Province. Aren't they all like this a few days ago?"
"Maybe it's different this time."
People talked, and then the executioner began to announce that the time had come.
"Put a rope around his neck and get ready."
Several soldiers began to take action, and at this moment, a loud voice pierced the sky. It was a red light, and a strong figure was riding on the speeding Swift Eagle.
As it approached, the crimson sword shadow immediately slashed down, cutting the hanging rope. A woman with burgundy hair stood on the high platform. She held a scimitar like a scorpion hook and carried a flaming nightingale on her chest.
badge.
"Sorry, I'm a little late."
As her words fell, several more figures jumped up from the stage and stood beside her. These people all wore fire bronze badges, and their bodies exuded surging extraordinary magic power.