Vol 2 Chapter 147

Chapter 147 The Hope of Warm Words (9)

The night of the Senegal is a night of tranquility, peace, and rest in the soul. The forest is as quiet as a harbour, which can make people's hearts sleep in it.

The day's dispute also came to an end after sunset, and the Seniya village became calm again. But beyond the shadow of the bonfire on the square, a small dark shadow sneaked into the warehouse on the edge of the Seniya village-

Funia drew in a small sip, and she took a careful look at her left and right, her emerald eyes filled with tension-she slowly opened the door with her small hand, then dived in, and carefully closed the door from inside .

The warehouse was dark, only the skylight above cast a beam of cold moonlight, and the light fell on the ground, a silver flash.

But for a true Seniya, this darkness is nothing; the blood of the werewolf lurking in the Senia will wake up in the darkness, the pupils will dilate, and the darkness will be swept away-the warehouse Every detail here is meticulous.

Funia walked over to the pot with water. She tiptoed and carefully filled her water bag with water, then closed the lid, and looked around.

Although the day's contention ended in nowhere, Funia herself had already thought about it, and she wanted to go to the Baron alone-everyone said so-as long as she could save everyone , Dad and Grandpa no longer have to quarrel.

She hopes that everyone will live well and not have to leave herself forever like mother.

"mom……"

Funia sucked her nose so that the tears didn't fall; she didn't know if she was going this way, and she would still be able to see dad and grandpa, and everyone, but it doesn't matter, she wiped her eyes-thinking of herself It should be strong enough.

It's like mom said--

Funia should be fast and strong, and she should not always shed tears; even if she leaves her mother, she can still live strong with her father, because Funia is also a child in the forest, it is Senia Man.

Funia remembered that her mother was covered with blood when she said this to herself, but her mother was still laughing. Smile so warm. She rubbed her eyes, feeling tears falling down in despair.

"Funiya, stupid ..."

She bit her lip and whispered a teardrop.

After carefully examining everything she should bring, she stopped, and a small heart pounded to put on clothes and boots that are only worn during rituals on weekdays.

Girls are always beautiful. Even if she doesn't know what to face, she is still willing to satisfy her little selfishness at the end—

She thought that at this time, everyone should not punish her.

But anyway, it doesn't matter.

Funia thought with a little willfulness, she was in tears, and smiled a little smugly.

Then what else?

By the way, mother's flute.

The little girl froze and took the short wooden flute hanging from her neck with a little reluctance. She picked it up and looked at it, and carefully stroked the flute, but finally put it aside gently.

"It's for Dad," she thought. "When you see this, Dad will think of Funia and Mom."

She blinked with astringent eyes and let go of her hand a little reluctantly, then she put her hands on her knees and hesitated for a moment. After confirming that nothing has been forgotten, you are ready to stand up.

But at this time, the little girl felt something cold and touched her hand.

Funia shook slightly.

She looked back like a frightened animal, widening emerald eyes, but seeing a bright silver sheathed dagger in the dark—Funiya raised her head subconsciously, and she saw immediately The gentle eyes in the darkness—and the dagger in the opponent's hand was reaching into her hand.

"Big ... brother ..." The little girl ‘ah’ whispered, and she moved cautiously and carefully.

That was Brando.

The young man standing in the darkness remained motionless, watching Silvia with a kind of silent encouragement—

"If you go out, you must remember the self-defense items," he replied gently.

Funia stayed.

A smile appeared on Brando's face, and he slowly walked out of the darkness; came to Funia, sat next to her, and then held up the little girl's hand-shoved the silver short sword into her Go up and help her close.

"Brother ... brother ...?" Funia asked puzzledly.

"Call me Brother Brando," Brando looked at the little girl carefully. Her bravery and helplessness softened his heart infinitely; but all this turned into a smile, and he turned back: "So are you going to go alone, Funia?"

The little girl bowed her head and did not answer.

"I know," Brando nodded, exhaling, "Come on—"

Funiya froze, she looked up in surprise, but saw that Brando had stretched out a hand to her, and tilted her head and smiled at her: "Brave lady, willing to let a knight go A trip? "

Funia opened her mouth and wondered how to answer.

But in the end the little girl blushed, and she nodded strongly, putting her hand into Brando's heart with awkwardness.

Brando chuckled, and nodded to her, holding her hand and standing up with Funia. He turned his head again and looked at the silver moonlight on the ground with a slight smile:

"Well, let's go and see where the Lord Baron really is."

"Big ... brother?" Funia turned to look at him.

"Don't worry, Funia," Brando calmly replied, "It's like the Seniyas want to leave hope for their people, and I want to leave hope for themselves; therefore, Funia- — "

"Even the world, this time I defeat it for you."

...

Even in the middle of the night, the baron's castle was still brightly lit; people in the hall moved around, but Gruddin looked gloomily ahead. in.

And above the line of plain under the night, there was also a bit of fire, a splendor.

The seven clerks stood next to the barbarous baron in turn, and they were indifferent, but none dared to speak. In the end, Grudin bowed his back and said in a low voice:

"My lord, the mercenaries are gathering outside the city, and I worry that our people will soon be overwhelmed."

Before he could finish speaking, Grudin took a cold glance at the glance. The second sentence suggested that I stunned and had to swallow it.

"哐 Dangdang" was broken.

The baron reached out and swept the sumptuous dinner on the table in front of him to the ground. His sudden anger frightened everyone in the room, and the servants immediately trembled away, afraid that an unhappy lord would be dragged out of the hanged cross by the moody lord.

You know that the blood on the corpses of mercenaries and adventurers hasn't dried out yet--

"stupid."

Grudin said coldly, "I ask you, why haven't Carey's cavalry been back yet?"

He spit on his stomach and replied, "It was about being stopped out of the city by mercenaries ..."

"About?" There was a gleam of cold light in Grudin's eyes.

"Sorry, sir, our people cannot get out of the city, because the mercenaries are blocked outside the city. So there is no news for a while ..."

"A mercenary, a mercenary, and a mercenary, wouldn't you think of a way?" Lord Baron could not wait to throw the fork on this guy's face, and he growled, "You won't kill them all?"

"This one……"

He was embarrassed for a while, saying that there were more than a dozen mercenaries outside the city, as well as adventurers. It was already Martha's favor without killing them. How could they have the ability to kill them and kill each other? What's more, I told you not to kill so many mercenaries during the day, and you learned the lesson from the other side-but you didn't listen, relying on the undead army with Madara behind you, doing things regardless of the consequences, which caused such a big trouble.

In the end, it became stupid for the people below them.

Of course, these words can be considered in his heart, what he really said was afraid of death. So he can only lower his head and wait for Grudin to change his mind.

Grudin was silent for a while and realized that the problem was now. But he wasn't too worried, just tossing the fork coldly to the ground.

"What about Madara?"

"Do you want to call them?" He immediately raised his head.

"Of course, they have their share, just tell them the truth-I only need one result, and tomorrow morning I don't want to see those dirty and cheap mercenaries again."

Baron Grudin waved his hand and replied coldly.

Really kill all?

It's not a trivial matter for everyone to look different.

...

But just like Grudin's henchmen said, although the mercenaries were together, they did not all have the heart to seek justice from the local authority, a real Lord of the Kingdom.

The bonfire was burning, reflecting the faces of everyone present.

The young shaman apprentice looked at everyone in the cold, his gaze swept across the faces of these people. Among them are the chiefs of mercenaries, representatives of the adventurer team, and some scattered mercenaries: but in addition to the indifferent look of inconsistency on these faces, most of them hide themselves. Abacus in my heart——

The young man sighed. He knew that it would seem impossible to get revenge today, but the death of so many of his companions, he couldn't swallow it.

He couldn't help but clenched his fists, but asked indifferently on the face: "You really don't want to get up to fight? So many people have died, but you have chosen cowardly silence. Have you ever thought of us in their eyes as low Is our life worthless and can be trampled on? "

"Companions, friends, and comrades-in-arms, their bones are not cold, have you already given your fate?"

But his questioning was like throwing a bottomless pit, and never heard an echo.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.

"That's it?" Someone in the crowd asked quietly.

"Otherwise, that's the aristocracy," the other replied despondently.

"Not just the aristocracy, but the lord." Someone added.

"Can the lord kill anyone wantonly?" The young man said angrily: "It doesn't seem to be in the code of the kingdom? The corpses that are still hanging on the cross are still your living companions a few hours ago. Feeling a little bit angry? "