The Senia's night was peaceful and tranquil, a night where one's soul could rest. The forest was so quiet that it was like a harbor, a place where one's soul could fall into a deep slumber.
The dispute during the day came to an end as dusk fell, and the Senia village regained its tranquility once more. But from the shadows of the bonfire, a small shadow crept into the Senia village's warehouse.
Sifrid took small breaths as she cautiously looked around. Her emerald green eyes were filled with nervousness. She slowly pushed open the door with her small hands and sneaked in before carefully closing the door from the inside.
The warehouse was pitch-black, with only a beam of cold moonlight coming in from the skylight above. When the moonlight fell on the ground, it was silvery.
But to a true Senia, this darkness was nothing. The werewolf blood in a Senia's body would awaken in the darkness, and the pupils would dilate and sweep away the darkness. Every detail of the storehouse could be seen in detail.
Sifrid walked over to the vat filled with water and carefully filled her water pouch with it. She closed the lid and looked around.
Sifrid had already made up her mind. She would go to the baron's place alone. That way, she would be able to save everyone, and her father and grandfather would no longer have to quarrel with each other. [That's what everyone says. As long as I can save everyone, my father and grandfather won't have to quarrel anymore.
She hoped that everyone would be able to live on well, and that they would not have to leave her forever like her mother.
"Mother … …"
Sifrid sniffled and stopped her tears from falling. She did not know if she would be able to see her father, grandfather, and everyone else again after she left. [But it's fine. I'm strong enough.] She rubbed her eyes and wiped them.
It was just like what her mother said.
Sifrid should be strong and not cry all the time. Even if she had to leave her mother, she should be strong and live on with her father. Sifrid was also a citizen of the forest, a Senia.
Sifrid remembered her mother telling her those words. She was covered in blood, but her mother was still smiling. Her smile was so warm. She rubbed her eyes and felt the tears still fall uncontrollably.
"Sifrid, you fool … …"
She bit her lips and whispered through her tears.
She checked carefully all that she was supposed to bring, and then paused, her little heart thumping, to put on the clothes and boots which she usually wore only for rites of sacrifice.
Even if she did not know what she was about to face, she was still willing to satisfy her little selfishness.
She thought that at this time, no one would punish her.
But anyway, she did not care.
Sifrid thought with a little stubbornness. She smiled mischievously as tears rolled down her cheeks.
'What else is there?
Mother's flute. '
The little girl hesitated for a moment before she reluctantly took the wooden flute from her neck. She carefully caressed the flute, but in the end, she still placed it to the side.
"This flute … …" Sifrid Sifrid, "Sifrid … … … …"
She blinked her dry eyes and let go reluctantly. Then she put her hands on her knees and hesitated for a moment. Sifrid Sifrid's flute's flute, and she was ready to stand up.
But at this moment, the little girl felt something cold touch her hand.
Sifrid Sifrid shuddered.
She turned around like a startled animal, her emerald eyes widening as she saw a silver dagger in its sheath. Sifrid raised her head subconsciously and saw a pair of gentle eyes in the darkness. The dagger was being passed to her hand. [Sifrid's sword is in its sheath.]
"Big … brother …" The little girl let out an 'ah'. She carefully took a step away in a daze.
It was Brando.
He stood motionless in the darkness and looked at Sifrid Sifrid with an encouraging gaze.
"Remember to bring something to protect yourself when you go out." He said gently.
Sifrid Sifrid was stunned.
A smile appeared on his face as he slowly walked out from the darkness. He sat down beside Sifrid and placed the dagger in her hand, then closed it for her.
"Big … … brother … …?" Sifrid Sifrid asked in confusion.
"Call me Brother Brendel," Brendel looked at her carefully. Her bravery and helplessness softened his heart infinitely, but it all turned into a smile in the end. "So you're planning to go alone, Sifrid?" He turned around and looked at her.
The little girl lowered her head and did not answer.
"I know," Brando nodded and let out a long sigh: "Come."
Sifrid Sifrid was startled. She raised her head in surprise and saw Brando extending his hand to her. He tilted his head and smiled at her: "Brave lady, are you willing to let a Knight accompany you on this journey?"
Sifrid Sifrid opened her mouth, but she did not know how to answer.
In the end, she blushed and nodded vigorously. She shyly placed her hand in Brando's palm.
Brando chuckled and nodded. He held her hand and stood up with Sifrid Sifrid. He looked back at the silver moonlight on the ground and smiled faintly.
"Very well. Let us go and see who the Baron is."
"Big … … brother?" Sifrid Sifrid turned to look at him.
"Don't worry, Sifrid," Brando calmly replied: "Just like how the Senia people want to leave hope for their people, I also want to leave hope for myself. That's why, Sifrid —"
"Even if it's this world, I'll show you that I've defeated it."
… …
Even though it was late at night, the baron's castle was still brightly lit. People were walking in and out of the hall, but Graudin's expression was gloomy. His cold gaze pierced through the arched stone windows of the castle and into the darkness.
There was a line of plains under the night sky that was similarly lit up by flames.
The seven clerks stood next to the ruthless baron. They hesitated, but no one dared to speak. In the end, it was Graudin's confidant who bowed and spoke in a low voice:
"My lord, the mercenaries are gathering outside the castle. I'm afraid our men won't be able to hold them back for long."
Before he could finish his words, Graudin retracted his gaze and glared at him coldly. He choked on the second half of his words and swallowed them back into his stomach.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Baron swept the sumptuous dinner on the table in front of him to the ground with a wave of his hand. His sudden rage scared everyone present, and the servants immediately retreated in silence, fearing that they would be dragged out and hanged on the cross outside by this temperamental lord.
The blood on the corpses of the mercenaries and adventurers was still wet.
"Fool."
Graudin coldly said: "Let me ask you, why haven't Kairi's cavalry returned yet?"
His confidant gulped and replied: "They're probably blocked by the mercenaries outside the castle … …"
"Probably?" Graudin's eyes flashed with a cold light.
"I'm sorry, my lord. Our men can't leave the castle because the mercenaries are blocking the way. We can't get any news from them … … "
"Mercenaries, mercenaries, mercenaries again. Can't you think of a way?" The Baron wanted to throw his fork at Graudin's face and roared: "Can't you just kill them all?"
"This … …"
Graudin's confidant was embarrassed. There were at least ten groups of mercenaries and adventurers outside the castle. It was already Martha's blessing that they didn't take advantage of the situation to attack the castle. How could they possibly have the ability to kill them all? Moreover, I told you not to kill so many mercenaries during the day and to teach them a lesson. But you didn't listen and relied on Madara's undead army to support you. You didn't consider the consequences of your actions and caused so much trouble.
In the end, it was his subordinates who were stupid.
Of course, he could only think about it in his heart. If he really said it out loud, he would be courting death. He could only lower his head and wait for Graudin to change his mind.
Graudin remained silent for a while. He also realized the problem. However, he wasn't too worried and coldly threw his fork to the ground.
"Where are the mercenaries from Madara?"
"Should I call them?" Graudin's confidant immediately raised his head.
"Of course. They are also involved in this matter. Just tell them the truth. I only want results. I don't want to see those filthy mercenaries in my territory tomorrow morning."
Graudin waved his hand and coldly replied.
Did he really kill them all?
Everyone's expression changed. This was no small matter.
… …
But just like what Graudin's confidant had said, the mercenaries did not have the intention to seek justice from the local authority, the Lord of the Kingdom.
The bonfire burned fiercely, illuminating the faces of everyone present.
The young Sorcerer-Apprentice looked at everyone present with a cold face. His eyes swept over the faces of these people one by one. Among them, there were mercenary leaders, adventurer representatives, and some wandering mercenaries. But aside from the indignation on their faces, most of them had their own little schemes hidden in their hearts.
The young apprentice sighed. He knew that it was impossible for him to take revenge today, but he couldn't accept the death of so many of his companions.
He clenched his fists, but his expression was cold as he questioned: "Do you really not want to fight? So many of you have died, but you chose to remain silent. Have you ever thought that our lives are worthless in their eyes? That they can trample on us as they wish? "
"Companions, friends, and comrades. Their bodies haven't even turned cold, and you've already accepted your fate?"
His question was like throwing himself into a bottomless pit. There would never be an echo.
Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.
"Are we just going to let it go?" Someone in the crowd asked in a low voice.
"What else can we do? They are nobles." Another person replied dejectedly.
"Not only nobles, but lords as well," someone added.
"You think you can kill people as you wish just because you're a feudal lord?" The young man said angrily. "I don't think there's such a rule in the kingdom's laws, right? The bodies that are still hanging on the crosses were your living companions just a few hours ago. Don't you feel a little bit of anger? "
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