She Is Not a Witch Chapter 106: New faces
The closure of the city was over, and Viscount Moruo asked the guards to open the city gate so that the citizens could come in and out again. It's just that the inspection is much stricter than before.
"Your name?"
"My name is Richard, and I'm a hunter from Black Creek Village. This time I'm going to the city to sell some things."
At the city gate, several soldiers checked one by one. A hunter in a leather jacket carried the recently hunted venison into the city. Make a mess of clothes.
Looking at the rough-marinated red and white venison, the guard poked it with his hand and briefly tasted it.
"It's very good. What price are you going to sell? If possible, our brothers will take it directly." The guards also need to spend the winter, and now he thinks about the empty top of the firehouse at home, and he is also a little moved.
"Uh, this, maybe I want to sell more." Orion hesitated.
Seeing the dissatisfied face of the guard in front of him, he had to explain a few words. "Recently there are a lot of monsters in the mountains. Some people even heard the roar of dragons a while ago. I also spent a lot of risk to catch the prey. In addition, pickling still has such a long way to go, so I hope to make more money. .”
"Okay, okay, don't give me these things. I can hear you say this a hundred times a day, as if everyone is living a miserable life." The guard waved his hands a little irritably, and then prepared to go Leave this person alone for a while.
Seeing that he would not let him enter the city, the Orion also became sad, so he just stood there, not knowing what to do.
In the forest fog in the early morning, there was a crisp sound of horse hooves, and then several cavalrymen in dark red uniforms came running from far to near.
Looking at the brand-new bright red military uniform and the short muskets at the waist, several guards immediately paid attention to it.
"Hiss—"
The war horse raised high, stopped not far from the city gate, and then walked slowly in small steps.
The officer on the tall horse held the reins in his hand, looked at the farmers, merchants, and a small number of hunters waiting to enter the city, and nodded from time to time.
"Hello, my lord, may I ask who you are?" The captain of the guard stood on the side of the road carefully and asked.
Compared to the private soldiers of Viscount Moruo's family, these cavalry in uniform are the real military force of the empire. Moreover, after suppressing the uprisings in the southern border several times, the regent king has now firmly grasped every node in the southern border with his legion.
"I am a lieutenant under the 71st Legion of the Empire, Widwin." He took out his badge and letter of appointment, and showed them to these soldiers.
Afterwards, with a respectful reply, the guards drove the people gathered at the city gate to the two sides, and made way for the central road.
"Very good, you are loyal guards." In this regard, the officer nodded, and then pointed to a hunter.
"I want the venison on his back, and let him deliver it to my place later."
"Yes, my lord." The guards below looked at each other and nodded.
"That's it." Then he led the ten or so riders who were traveling with him directly into the city, leaving behind a crisp sound of horseshoes.
After the officer entered the city, the guards had to find the Orion again.
"Did you hear that, you are lucky to be spotted by that adult, so hurry up and hand over the meat."
"But...but...this is mine." With the meat on his back, the Orion took a few steps back, not knowing how to deal with it.
"Hmph, are you still dreaming of some sweet dream? Bring it here." As he said that, the captain of the guard winked at his subordinates, and then a group of people directly surrounded the Orion. snatched it.
Looking at the Orion lying on the ground after being beaten, the captain casually threw a few copper coins.
"Get out of here."
After he finished speaking, he glanced coldly at the onlookers around him, and these people averted their eyes, bowed their heads and walked to the other side. And among them, a young farmer clenched his fists.
Placing the other hand on his shoulder, let him let go, and then whispered something.
"Don't be impulsive, advance to the city."
After a short period of silence, the order at the city gate gradually returned to its previous lively state, as if nothing happened just now.
After entering the city, two people, one old and one young, walked on the street, and only then whispered what happened just now.
"It's not okay for you to be so impulsive. You must know that we have other tasks." This man is about 40-50 years old.
"I know, but if you treat such things indifferently, then why am I 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 Quiric, we have other tasks. You also hope to save the daughter of the predecessor from the clutches of the devil."
The young man named Quillik nodded after hearing this.
"Yes, Senior Sartre saved me when I was young. I remember this kindness, and now I want to bring his orphan out of the hands of the nobles."
"That's right, so for this goal, we have to endure it for the time being."
"This is Longyi Province, a remote southeastern region of the southern border. Our ideas are rarely spread here, so we need to be more careful."
"Because these local people may not understand those great ideas, they are very conservative, so once our identities are exposed, it will be difficult to stay in the local area, and the daughter of Senior Sartre will no longer have a way to escape here Already."
The uncle patiently enlightened the young man next to him, and the two stopped talking until the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.
"What happened in front, why are there 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 iron clamps, and he did not move even if he wanted to struggle.
"In front is the local temporary execution ground. Viscount Moruo is having a thief hanged." He said a few words, and then pointed to the end of the street, where there was a high platform, and the surroundings were already full of figures.
"Is that man going to be hanged just for stealing something?" Quirick clenched his hands again, and then slowly separated them.
"Yes, but what he stole was the most precious secret treasure of Viscount Moruo's family. It is said that it is worth thousands of extraordinary gold coins."
Hearing this, the uncle slowly took his hand away, and then continued to move forward.
"It's unfortunate that people are going to be hanged again recently." As the two of them got closer, more and more people were talking about it.
"I guess he's one of those lunatics from the revolutionaries."
"It doesn't seem to be. It's different from the previous ones. It should be a member of an organization. Yes, that's right. Look at the sign hanging in front of him."
On the high wooden platform, a man covered in scars was pressed onto the stage, and there were two old wooden plaques hanging around his neck.
Looking at the names of the two organizations, a new round of discussion started below.
"No way, 'Blindfolded', a neutral guarantee organization, would also do this kind of thing?"
"I don't know, maybe Viscount Mo Ruo offended others, you know he is notoriously stingy~IndoMTL.com~ I thought it was a revolutionary party from Zishan province, didn't they all Such a person?"
"Maybe, it's different this time."
The people talked, and then the executioner began to announce the time.
"Have a rope around his neck and get ready."
Several soldiers started to move, and at this moment, a loud voice pierced the sky. It was a crimson light, and a vigorous figure was riding on the speeding Eagle.
As it approached, the crimson sword shadow immediately slashed down, breaking the high-hanging rope. A wine-red haired woman stood on a high platform, holding a scimitar like a scorpion hook, with a The fiery nightingale badge.
"Sorry, I'm a little late."
As her words fell, several figures jumped up from the stage and stood beside her. These people all wore fiery bronze badges, exuding raging extraordinary magic power from their bodies.