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 gates so that the citizens could enter and leave again. It's just that inspections are much stricter than before.

"Your name?"

"My name is Richard, I am a hunter from Black Creek Village. This time I went to the city to sell something."

At the gate of the city, several soldiers checked one by one. A hunter in a leather jacket carried the venison recently hunted into the city. He put a piece of peeled animal skin on his shoulder to prevent the venison from getting lost. Make a mess of clothes.

Looking at the red and white venison that has been coarsely marinated, the guard poked it with his hands and tasted it briefly.

"It's pretty good. I'm going to sell it at any price. If possible, our brother will pay it." The guard also needs to spend the winter. Now he thinks about the empty top of the fire room in his home, and he is also a little moved.

"Uh, this, I might want to sell higher." Orion hesitated.

Seeing that the guard in front of him was dissatisfied, he had to explain a few words. "Recently, there are a lot of monsters in the mountains. Someone even heard the dragon roar some time ago. I also took a lot of risk to catch the prey. In addition to the pickling, I still have to go so far, so I hope I can make more money. ."

"Yes, don't give me this. If you say this, I can listen to it a hundred times a day, as if everyone has a miserable life." The guard waved his hand a little irritably, and then prepared to go first. Let this person hang out for a while.

Seeing that he wouldn't let himself into the city, the hunter also got upset and had to stand there, not knowing what to do.

In the forest mist in the early morning, there was a crisp sound of horseshoes, and then several cavalry in dark red uniforms rushed all the way from far to near.

Looking at the new bright red uniform and the short musket carried around his waist, several guards suddenly paid attention.

"Hiss——"

The war horse raised high, stopped not far from the city gate, and then came slowly with small broken steps.

The officer on the tall horse, holding the reins, looked at the farmers, merchants, and a few hunters who were waiting to enter the city, and nodded from time to time.

"Hello, my lord, who are you?" The captain of the guard stood by the side of the road cautiously and asked.

Compared to the private soldiers of Viscount Moruo, these cavalry in military uniforms are the real military power of the empire. And after several times of suppressing the uprisings in the southern border, the regent has now used his army to firmly grasp the various nodes in the southern border.

"I am a lieutenant under the 71st Army of the Empire, Widewin." He took out his badge and appointment letter and showed it to the soldiers.

Afterwards, in a respectful answer, the guards drove the people gathered at the gate to the sides, giving way to the central road.

"Very good, you are loyal guards." In response, the officer nodded, then pointed his finger at an Orion.

"I want the venison on his back. Let him wait for it to be delivered to my place."

"Yes, sir." The guards below looked at each other and nodded.

"That's it." Then he took the Shi Lai riding all the way straight into the city, leaving behind a crisp sound of horse hooves.

After the officer entered the city, the guards had to find the Orion again.

"Have you heard, if you are lucky, you are attracted by that adult, so don't hurry up to hand over the meat."

"Yes...but...this is mine." With the meat on his back, the hunter took a few steps back, wondering how he could deal with it.

"Hmph, are you still having any dreams? Bring it." As the captain of the guard winked at the opponent, a group of people directly surrounded the hunter, struck him in a fight, and took the meat. Take it over.

Looking at the Orion who was lying on the ground after being beaten, the captain threw a few copper coins.

"Hurry up."

After he finished speaking, he coldly glanced at the onlookers around him, who avoided his gaze and bowed their heads to the other side. Among them, a young farmer clenched his fists.

Pressing the other hand on his shoulder and letting him release it, he said in a low voice.

"Don't be impulsive, advance to the city."

After a short silence, the order at the city gate gradually returned to its previous lively state, as if nothing had happened just now.

After entering the city, an old man and a young man walked on the street, and then they whispered what had happened.

"You can't be so impulsive, you know we have other tasks." This man is about 40-50 years old. Although he is wearing coarse linen, he washes very cleanly, and his knuckles are also very thick.

"I know, but if I are indifferent to such things, then why did I come here." Although he has the strength of Sequence 4, he still has a lot of experience and wisdom to learn.

"I know your sincerity and enthusiasm, but Qualic, we have other tasks. You also hope to save the daughter of senior from the devil's claws."

The young man named Quiric 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."

"Yes, so for this goal, we have to put up with it for the time being."

"This is Long Wing 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, they are very conservative, so once we expose our identity, it will be difficult to stay there, and the daughter of Senior Sartre will no longer be able to escape here. Up."

The uncle patiently enlightened the young man beside him, until the number of people on the street gradually increased and the two stopped talking.

"What happened before? Why are so many people watching." The middle-aged uncle caught 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 couldn't move even if he wanted to struggle.

"Above is the local temporary execution ground, and Viscount Moruo is letting a thief hang." He simply said a few words and pointed to the end of the street, where there is a high platform, and the surrounding area is already full of figures.

"Does that person hang to death just by stealing something?" Quirik's hands clenched again, and then slowly separated.

"Yes, but what he stole was Viscount Mo Ruo's most precious treasure~IndoMTL.com~It is said to be worth thousands of extraordinary gold coins."

On hearing this, the uncle slowly took his hand away, and then moved on.

"Are you going to hang someone again recently? It's really unfortunate." As the two of them got deeper, more and more people were talking about it.

"I guess he is also the lunatic of the revolutionaries."

"It doesn't seem to be the same as before. It should be a member of an organization. Yes, that's right. Look at the sign hanging in front of him."

On the wooden platform, a bruised man was pressed onto the court, and there were two old wooden plaques hanging around his neck.

Looking at the names of the two major organizations, a new round of discussion began below.

"No way, the neutral guarantee organization ‘Blindfold’ would also do this kind of thing?"

"I don't know, maybe Viscount Moruo offended others. You must know that he is notoriously stingy."

"I thought it was the Revolutionary Party from the Bshshan Province. Aren't they all like this a few days ago?"

"Perhaps, it's different this time."

People talked, and then the execution officer began to announce that the time had come.

"Wrap his neck with a rope and start preparing."

Several soldiers began to move, and at this moment, a loud voice came through the sky. It was a crimson light, and a vigorous figure was riding on the speeding eagle.

As it approached, the crimson sword shadow cut down and cut the high hanging rope. A woman with wine-red hair stood on a high platform. She was holding a scimitar like a scorpion hook on her chest. Flaming nightingale badge.

"Sorry, I am a little late."

As her voice fell, several figures jumped up from the stage and stood beside her. These people are wearing badges of burning bronze, and their bodies exude surging extraordinary magical powers.

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