Scene 147 Wen Yan’s Hope (9)

The Senian night is a night of tranquility, peace, and rest for the soul. The forest is as quiet as a harbor, allowing one's soul to fall asleep in it.

The disputes during the day also came to an end after sunset, and the Senian village became peaceful again. But beyond the shadow of the bonfire in the square, a small black shadow quietly sneaked into the warehouse on the edge of the Senian village——

Funya took a small breath and looked around cautiously. Her emerald green eyes were filled with nervousness. She slowly pushed the door open with her little hands, then sneaked in, and then carefully closed the door from the inside. .

It was dark in the warehouse, except for a beam of cold moonlight cast from the skylight above. The light fell on the ground, a silvery glow.

But for a real Senian, this darkness is nothing; the werewolf blood hidden in the Senian's body awakens in the darkness, and the pupils dilate, thus sweeping away the darkness - Warehouse Every detail in it is meticulous.

Funya walked over to the pottery jar filled with water. She stood on tiptoes and carefully filled her water bag with water, then closed the lid and looked around.

Although the day's dispute ended with no result, Funya herself had already made up her mind. She wanted to go to the Baron alone - that's what everyone said - as long as she did this, she could save everyone. , Dad and Grandpa don’t have to argue anymore.

She hopes that everyone can live well and no longer have to leave her forever like her mother.

"Mother……"

Funya sniffed to keep her tears from falling; she didn't know if she would be able to see her father, grandfather, and everyone else after she left, but it didn't matter, she wiped her eyes - thinking about herself It should be strong enough.

Just like what my mother said——

Funya should become strong quickly and not shed tears all the time; even if she leaves her mother, she can still be strong and live with her father, because Funya is also a citizen of the forest, a Senya People.

Funya remembered that when her mother said this to her, she was covered in blood, but her mother was still smiling. The smile is so warm. She rubbed her eyes and felt her tears falling unsatisfactorily.

"Funya, idiot..."

She bit her lip and whispered with tears in her eyes.

She carefully checked everything she should bring, then stopped,

With a beating heart, she put on the clothes and boots that she usually wears only during festivals.

Girls always love beauty. Even if she doesn’t know what she will face, she is still willing to satisfy her little selfishness in the end——

She thought that at this time, no one would punish her.

But anyway, never mind.

Funya thought with a little willfulness, she shed tears and smiled a little proudly.

And then what else?

By the way, mom’s flute.

The little girl was startled, and reluctantly took off the short wooden flute hanging there from her neck. She picked it up and looked at it again and again, carefully touching the flute body, but finally put it aside gently.

"This is for Daddy," she thought to herself. "When Daddy sees this, he will think of Fonia and Mummy."

She blinked her dull eyes and reluctantly let go of her hand. Then she put her hands on her knees and hesitated for a moment. After confirming that nothing has been forgotten, prepare to stand up.

But it was at this time that the little girl felt something cold touch her hand.

Funya trembled slightly.

She turned around like a frightened little animal, widened her emerald green eyes, and saw a bright silver sheathed dagger sticking out of the darkness—Funya raised her head subconsciously, and she immediately saw Those gentle eyes in the darkness - and the dagger in the opponent's hand was being handed to her hand.

"Big...brother..." the little girl said 'ah', and she took a step away cautiously.

That is Brando.

The young man standing in the darkness remained motionless, looking at Funia with a kind of silent encouragement——

"When you go out, be sure to remember what you need for self-defense." He replied gently.

Funya was stunned.

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

"Brother...brother...?" Funya asked in confusion.

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

The little girl lowered her head and did not answer.

"I know," Brando nodded and took a breath: "Come on -"

Funya was startled. She raised her head in surprise, only to see that Brando had stretched out a hand to her, tilted her head and looked at her with a smile: "Brave lady, I am willing to let a knight accompany you." A trip?"

Funya opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

But in the end, the little girl blushed, nodded vigorously, and sheepishly put her hand in Brando's palm.

Brando chuckled, nodded to her, held her hand and stood up with Funya. He turned back again, looked at the silver moonlight on the ground, and smiled faintly:

"Okay, let's go together and see who the Baron is."

"Big...brother?" Funya turned her head and looked at him.

"Don't worry, Funya," Brando replied calmly: "Just like the Senians want to leave hope for their own people, I also want to leave hope for myself; therefore, Funya - —”

"Even if it's this world, I will defeat it this time to show you."

…

Even late at night, the baron's castle was still brightly lit; people were coming and going in the hall, but Grudin was looking ahead with a gloomy expression. His cold eyes passed through the arched stone windows of the castle and fell into the vast night. middle.

And there, on a line of plains under the night, there were also dots of fire, a scene of brilliance.

Seven clerks stood next to the ruthless baron in turn. They hesitated, but no one dared to speak. Finally, Grudin's confidant bowed down and replied in a low voice:

"Sir, the mercenaries have gathered outside the city. I'm worried that our people are almost overwhelmed."

Before he finished speaking, Grudin glanced coldly at him as he looked away. I choked on the second half of the suggestion and had to swallow it back.

There was a loud "clang, dang, dang, dang" sound.

The baron stretched out his hand and swept all the sumptuous dinner on the table in front of him to the floor. His sudden rage startled everyone present, and the servants immediately retreated in silence, fearing that an unhappy person would be dragged out and hanged on the cross outside by the moody lord.

You must know that the blood stains on the corpses of those mercenaries and adventurers have not dried yet——

"stupid."

Grudin said coldly: "Let me ask you, why haven't Kaili's cavalry returned yet?"

His confidant swallowed dryly and replied: "They were probably stopped outside the city by the mercenaries..."

"About?" A cold light flashed in Grudin's eyes.

"I'm sorry, sir, our people can't leave the city because the mercenaries are blocking the outside of the city. So we can't get any news for a while..."

"Mercenary, mercenary, mercenary again, can't you think of a way?" The Baron wanted to throw a fork in this guy's face, he roared: "You won't kill them all?"

"this……"

His confidants were embarrassed, thinking that there were at least a dozen mercenaries outside the city, as well as adventurers. They were already favored by Martha before they took advantage of the situation and came in. How could they have the ability to go out and kill them all? What's more, I told you not to kill so many mercenaries during the day, just teach them a lesson - but you didn't listen, relying on the support of Madara's undead army behind you, and doing things without considering the consequences, that's why you caused such a big trouble.

In the end, they became stupid people like them.

Of course, it's okay to think about these words in your heart, but if he really says them, he may die. So he could only lower his head and wait for Grudin to change his mind.

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

"Where are the people from Madara?"

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

"Of course, they are also responsible for that matter. Just tell them the truth directly - I only want one result. I don't want to see those dirty and low-level mercenaries in my territory tomorrow morning."

Baron Grudin waved his hand and replied coldly.

Really kill them all?

Everyone's expressions changed, this was no small matter.

…

But as Grudin's confidants said, although the mercenaries gathered together, not all of them wanted to seek justice from the local authority - the real powerful lord of the kingdom.

The bonfire was burning brightly, lighting up the faces of everyone present.

The young wizard apprentice looked at everyone present with a cold face, and his eyes swept across these people's faces one by one. Among them were the mercenary captains, representatives of the adventurer team, and some wandering mercenaries: but apart from the indignant look on their faces, most of them were hiding their own secrets. The little calculation in my heart——

The young man sighed. He knew that revenge today seemed a little impossible, but he still couldn't swallow this sigh of relief after so many of his companions died.

He couldn't help but clenched his fists, but asked coldly on his face: "You really don't want to get up and fight? So many people have died, but you choose to be cowardly and silent. Have you ever thought about how lowly we are in their eyes?" , are our lives really worthless and can be trampled on wantonly?"

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

But his questions were like being thrown into a bottomless pit, never hearing an echo.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one responded.

"Just forget it?" But someone in the crowd still asked in a low voice.

"Otherwise, what else can you do? They are nobles." Another person replied dejectedly.

"Not just a noble, but a lord." Someone added.

"Can the lord kill people arbitrarily?" the young man said angrily: "There seems to be no such article in the kingdom's code, right? Those corpses that are still hanging on the cross were your living companions a few hours ago. Can't you Feeling the slightest bit angry?”

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