In the Liska Empire, the rebel army led by the Eagle Regiment was fighting with the Empire's army. The Eagle Regiment took advantage of the weakness of the nobles to control many places. They hid among the refugees and after sneaking into the cities, they carried out many destructive actions and spread rumors.
The Liska Empire's army could not stand the harassment and finally issued an order that chilled the hearts of the people. The order forbade civilians from leaving their residences. Otherwise, they would be dealt with as rebels. This order made many people who had left their homes desperate. They either joined the rebel army or became bandits in the mountains.
The Eagle Regiment, who used to be bandits, defeated the Empire's army consecutively and captured several important cities, slowly revealing their nature as bandits. The soldiers raped women, burned, killed, and plundered. The officers turned a blind eye to it. The civilians were angry but did not dare to say anything.
At this moment, a mysterious army intervened …
"Hahaha! Perform again, come, come! "
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
"Don't dawdle."
A few voices came from the desolate street. The old man with the hood over his head walked over quickly. He saw a few soldiers in yellow armor surrounding the road. They sat on benches and surrounded two wandering artists in costume.
One of the two wandering artists was in his fifties. He wore thick makeup and had a big mole on his face. He looked very funny. He nodded and bowed to the soldiers of the Eagle Regiment and said, "Gentlemen, let us rest for a while and drink some water. We're too tired."
"Cut the crap! Perform for us! "
"Damn, drink water, right? Drink!"
Suddenly, a soldier of the Eagle Regiment took out a water bottle and splashed it. Suddenly, a straight figure stood in front of the old artist. The water splashed on his face.
It was a person with heavy makeup. He looked very beautiful but unreal. The Adam's apple on his neck showed that he was a man. However, he looked more like a beauty in all aspects.
"Hmph! It's a pity that such a good face is actually a man. "
The soldier sized up the other party from head to toe. The other party had a cold face and looked straight ahead with an upright expression.
"Qu Feng, forget it. Let's perform again."
The old man pulled the disciple in front of him and said.
However, the man still stood there expressionlessly. The makeup on his face was wet, and all kinds of colors mixed together like a ghost face.
A soldier of the Eagle Regiment stood up, revealing a ferocious look. He stood in front of Qu Feng and stared at him. The other soldiers also stood up.
The old man tugged at his disciple and hurriedly said, "Master Soldier, it's not worth it, it's not worth it, it's not worth it to get angry with these lowly people. Come, let's sing …"
"Shut up! A damned transvestite and an old coward, bah! Scram! "
With a slap, the soldier heavily slapped Qu Feng's face. Qu Feng fell to the ground, feeling dizzy and his face burning.
He turned around and saw that his instruments and luggage were being trampled on by the other party. He wanted to stand up, but his master held him down and whispered, "Let them be, let them be. It's okay."
"Go! Let's eat and drink! "
"Let's go! How unlucky. "
"How nice would it be if it was a woman."
The soldier left, leaving behind a mess and two people in dire straits.
Qu Feng's right cheek was swollen and his eyes were wet. He crawled up from the ground and picked up the broken instrument on the ground. It was a kind of instrument called the three-stringed zither.
He opened his mouth wide and lifted the broken zither with trembling hands.
"Master …"
"Let them be, as long as they're alive."
"This is a treasure passed down from your ancestors for seven generations …"
"It's okay, it's okay."
The old man kept patting his back.
He used to be so strict and looked so heartless, but at this moment, he was the last pillar supporting Qu Feng. Qu Feng was not the old man's son. He was a wild child and did not know who his father was. When he was young, because of his delicate appearance, he was sold to an art troupe and met his current master. His life changed from then on.
The Dragon and Phoenix Art Troupe, a great art troupe that once performed in the palace, was gradually left with only the two of them.
But now, the two of them suddenly had nothing and Qu Feng was at a loss.
After a while, it started to drizzle in the gray sky. The two of them hid in front of someone's door and took shelter from the rain under a small roof.
From time to time, there were cries for help coming from the street. The soldiers sometimes carried a big bag of things and sometimes dragged an unlucky woman. The two of them seemed to be numb as they sat in front of the door and did not make a sound.
"What did we do wrong?" Qu Feng looked at the gray sky and said lightly.
"We didn't do anything wrong."
The old man closed his eyes and leaned against the door.
"Then why did God treat us like this?"
"This is not God's problem, it's our problem as humans."
"Humans? But I feel that we're worse than dogs. "
"Sigh, after all, it's a chaotic world. There's no other way, let's live first."
The old man said sadly.
Qu Feng's eyes slowly darkened. Like the sky, there was no trace of light.
At this moment, the sound of iron hooves stepping on water came from afar. A mysterious army appeared in this small town and came in front of the two of them.
"Why aren't the two of you home? Why are you here?"
Suddenly, a man's voice sounded. The old man slightly raised his head. The rain made it difficult for him to open his eyes. He kept blinking his eyes and tried his best to look at the other party.
He could see a tall horse. On top of it was a handsome man. That handsome face was even better than Qu Feng's.
"Sir, sir, we are wandering artists. We don't have a home."
The old man replied. He looked at the other party with a smile. He was a friendly little old man.
"Oh? Then it seems that your journey did not go well. "
The other party said. The old man did not know what the other party meant. He smiled bitterly and said: "As sir said, this year did not go well. Sigh, there's no other way. As long as we're alive, the days have to continue. We can only grit our teeth and get through it. There are always ups and downs in life."
"Well said."
Suddenly, the other party took out a cloth bag and handed it to the old man.
"This? This is? "
"It's for you. Please accept it."
"How can I accept this. Sigh, thank you, thank you sir."
The old man hurriedly took the cloth bag. He could hear the sound of money clinking against each other. There was also a small box inside.
"Right, I know of a place where the people have plenty of food and clothing. However, there's not much entertainment. If you go there, you might be able to earn some money."
"Sir, may I ask where that place is?"
"To the east, past Stone. If you want to go there, you can find the Eibron Merchant Group. They can take you there. Good luck."
"But, but isn't the east … sir?"
Before the old man could finish his question, the other party left. A group of soldiers followed behind him. They wore armor that the old man had never seen before. He did not know which side they were on.
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