our family is gone

"grown ups!"

Lance drew the attention of the staff as he approached. The sound of greetings woke him up, and his eyes turned to them.

These people are not extraordinary beings like Lance who are so powerful that they don't need to rest. From being summoned by the lord to now, it took half a day to prepare and deal with these refugees all night. It's hard to hide the tiredness.

"Thank you for your hard work. When they come over to change shifts, I will give you a day of paid leave. Go back and have a good rest." Lance was very gentle to these staff members and nodded to them.

"For Hamlet!" Those staff members worked hard all night last night, but when they heard these words, they still felt the lord's care.

It's useless to talk nonsense. Only material rewards are the most practical. After all, the spirit cannot be eaten.

Some refugees were a little surprised when they noticed this scene, whether it was their attitude towards each other or their unique sayings.

Lance walked around here, and only a small number of people completed the registration, and these were the "talents" screened out by the second bowl of porridge.

The quality of this batch of refugees was average. Lance couldn't see anything special. They were pretty good if they could read. There were also some ordinary craftsmen.

Even if there is a true genius or ability, he may die on the road or be killed by Bruce.

Most of them are raised for three days to recover, then cleaned and inspected, and then thrown into the wilderness for development.

No one knows how many people can survive this process.

But it must be dealt with, and Hamlet does not raise waste.

…………

It all seems like a big dream.

Margaret was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with a slightly divergent gaze, with a kind of confusion in her eyes.

In the past, I ate exquisite food and slept on a soft bed covered with velvet.

But now, I drank three bowls of porridge last night and slept on a hard wooden bed at night.

But even so, last night was the most comfortable sleep I had in this period of time.

Because I was still among the refugees the night before, even if the team stopped at night, I didn’t dare to lie down for a second. I could only sit on the ground. Even if I took a nap, I had to be alert to other refugees. I would be awakened by the movement around me at any time. Of course, Also to be wary of wild beasts.

Here, there was no need to starve or sleep while sitting up. The house and door locks isolated the outside world, which brought her a long-lost sense of security and allowed her soul, which was deeply wrapped in exhaustion, to get a moment of respite.

You can sleep as long as you want at home, and wake up to another carefree day.

But now when she woke up, she was surrounded by all kinds of uneasiness. When everything she was accustomed to was lost, she realized that everything was not created out of thin air.

But what should be faced is still to be faced.

Margaret finally defeated the constraints of the bed and mustered up the courage to get up and face reality.

The first thing I did when I got up was to pick up the spear, my eyes fell on the three claw marks on the gun body, and I raised my hand to touch it.

That was proof that she resisted the cultists and that she had not lost her courage.

Opening the door and walking out, her eyes fell on the doors of the two surrounding rooms. She just took a step and wanted to greet the two of them.

But then she realized that she didn't even know their names, and suddenly the experience along the way made her feel confused.

She was dizzy from hunger last night, but Margaret did not forget who she was, nor did she forget that her father was captured by Hamlet.

So the situation was a bit delicate. If her identity was exposed, she was not sure how she would be treated.

Margaret also withdrew her gaze, somewhat embarrassed and wary.

They probably haven't woken up yet, so I won't disturb them.

Margaret had just convinced herself, and then when she walked out, she saw Laura wrapped in a black robe in the living room.

So the scene suddenly became awkward.

She had saved herself many times along the way. Without her protection, she would not have been able to get here alive, but Margaret could not reveal her identity to her.

Losing her father's protection, she realized the dangers of society.

silence……

Margaret lowered her head and ran away with inexplicable guilt.

But that was just Margaret being pretentious. In fact, Laura just glanced at it and didn't have much reaction, but continued to polish the arrow in her hand.

The arrows can be recycled, otherwise the bounty will be lost if you shoot too many arrows.

However, there will be some problems with the arrows fired. To ensure accuracy and sharpness, the recovered arrows need to be processed.

As for the Baron’s daughter?

Laura didn’t care, her goal had been achieved.

Margaret was originally worried that there would be any trouble, but in fact there was no one watching outside.

The door was easily opened, and not far outside was the street near Hamlet Square. This was the core area of ​​Hamlet, and there were many people coming and going in it.

As a big city, Bastia is of course very prosperous, and Margaret, who has often traveled to the city since she was a child, can be considered a familiar person, but the feeling Hamlet gave her was a feeling that is difficult to describe in words.

She couldn't tell what it was, so she just walked around casually.

Then she was caught!
"Don't you know you can't roam around with weapons here?" Two police officers came over. They received a report from the crowd that a man was walking around with a musket.

"I don't know." Margaret couldn't help but frown, no one had told her this.

And what’s the point of having weapons?People with weapons can be seen everywhere in Bastia.

"Can't you guys learn some rules?" The Sheriff was helpless, obviously annoyed by these people.

A lot of Roma people came in some time ago, as well as the crew members. They didn't listen and made trouble everywhere. His explanation was almost worn out.

"Unless you can apply for a gun certificate in Hamlet, it's best to keep these things away, let alone use them in the town, because according to public security management..."

The other police officer briefly explained the rules and dealt with the matter seriously. After speaking, he took out a pen and paper and said, "According to the regulations, this is your first time, so this time it is just a warning. Please show me your identification. Need to register."

"What identification?" Margaret was even more confused, but she knew she seemed to be in trouble.

But she was not the only one who was wary. When they heard that there was no identification, the two police officers were already on guard.

"It's the piece of paper the staff signed after you came in to register." "How did you get in without you?"

Margaret was a little confused when she heard this. She was brought in directly, how could there be any registration?
He even looked at the two of them with some suspicion. Are they looking for trouble and asking for bribes?
However, as a noble, she still had some experience in dealing with these officials, so she just opened her mouth and pulled out the big flag.

"I was brought in by your lord."

Sure enough, these words caused the two of them to fall into silence, but they are not stupid, do you think so?

Any evil that harms the lord's reputation will be brought to justice!
"Then please come with us and let us know if you want to know."

Margaret knew a Lord of the Hammer. She was so hungry last night that she was dizzy and the surroundings were dark. She didn't even remember how she got in, she just remembered to follow Laura.

As for the lord, he had only met him once and hadn't even spoken to him. He just pulled the tiger's skin to make them give up the idea of ​​pestering him.

It stands to reason, then the soldiers guarding the city gate of Bastia are arrogant, right?Those civilians were beaten and kicked, and when they saw someone who was a bit oily, they would try their best to ask for bribes.

But she has been in and out for so many years, and as long as she gets on the carriage with the family crest, she has never been stopped once.

Now that I mentioned the lord's guest, shouldn't I apologize immediately and leave?

Unexpectedly, the person on the other side did not follow the routine at all. Instead, he changed from a warning to being taken away for investigation.

Family members~who understands!

Margaret was then taken back to the Sheriff's side and went directly to jail.

It's not that Margaret hasn't thought about resisting, but she doesn't think she can get away once she does it.

The farce finally ended when Susan arrived and handed over to the sheriff to take her out of the prison.

"Take this person away, but be sure to explain the rules to her clearly. She is wandering around with a gun. This gun is actually loaded. If it accidentally goes off, we will be punished when the gun goes off, regardless of whether there are casualties or not. .”

The Sheriff was also a little scared. He didn't expect this man to be so aggressive and carry a loaded gun.

You must know that the muskets of this era are very unstable, so they are usually loaded during battle. Her behavior is completely out of fear that she will not die quickly enough.

"I'm sorry to cause you trouble. It's all my fault for not making it clear to her. I'll teach her well when I get back." Susan signed and took back the two disarmed muskets, and she had to apologize to the sheriff at the same time.

Margaret followed Susan and was somewhat puzzled by this scene.

As the housekeeper of a lord, her housekeeper is basically the third person in the territory, and even the knights of the fief will give him face.

But she, the housekeeper, was talking down to these magistrates, which somewhat puzzled Margaret.

Unless this noble lord has no real power and is being emptied out, then it would make sense why they didn't let him go when he mentioned the lord just now. In fact, it was a more harsh reason.

But shouldn't it?

She has been a noble for so many years and has a clear view of the people below.

When he mentioned that lord, it was obvious that they all became more serious. The kind of respect that only those knights would have when facing their father.

"Let's go?" Susan urged, looking back at Margaret who was in a daze.

After walking outside, Margaret wanted to take back the two guns, but Susan refused directly.

"Leave these things to me for safekeeping until you learn Hamlet's rules."

Margaret thought what she just said was just to deal with it, but when she didn't expect it to come true, she was dumbfounded.

When had I ever felt this angry?
After all, she is still a noble. Although she has received a good moral education, she still has a temper.

What just happened was already holding her breath, but she was already very capable before she exploded. After leaving the extreme environment of a refugee, she followed her instinct and blurted out questions.

"If they don't listen to you, why do you still have to listen to them?"

"They don't need to be responsible to me, so why should they listen to me?" Susan looked at her with some confusion. "What's more, they didn't do anything wrong. On the contrary, we did something wrong. Of course we have to correct it."

"Why was I wrong?" Margaret couldn't hold herself any longer after hearing this. She thought she didn't do anything.

Is it a sin to go out for a casual stroll?

Susan did not appear irritable because of her attitude, but instead explained it calmly.

“What the Sheriff needs to be responsible for is the security situation in the town. They should resolve problems seriously and responsibly, minimize risks, and maintain a safe environment. Did they do anything wrong?

On the contrary, it was you who violated the rules and wandered around outside with a gun. It's just that it was your first time here and you could be forgiven for not knowing. So the fault lies with me. I didn't tell you these rules. That's when this happened. "

If Susan blamed Margaret, she would never accept it, but when Susan took this turn, she was a little overwhelmed by this operation.

But Susan's words were still spoken.

"Similarly, the lord originally asked me to place you, and I should explain Hamlet's rules to you clearly, but it was too late yesterday, and I saw that you were also very tired and needed to rest, so I thought of placing you first, and I will explain it to you today. one time.

Who knows that you were not awake when I passed by in the morning. I wanted to let you sleep for a while, so I didn’t wake you up. I also didn’t expect that you would wander around with a gun while I was gone, so I said this The incident was caused by my negligence, and I bear joint and several liability. "

Sometimes sincerity is the killer.

Susan's words directly extinguished Margaret's evil fire, but now she is still a little aggrieved.

If he really did something to hurt others and was caught, it would be okay. In my whole life, I have never been caught with a gun in other places.

"But I just walked down the street with a gun and did nothing?"

But when Susan heard this, she couldn't help laughing and asked, "Do you want to be walked on the street and suddenly be pointed at a gun?"

"How could I do such a thing!" Margaret thought Susan was talking about herself, so she subconsciously defended herself.

"You know you can't, but can you guarantee others? As long as the gun is in someone else's hand, you can't be sure whether they will shoot.

Not to mention what if one of the unlucky guys gets caught on fire?Whether intentional or not, harm will fall on others, and even on yourself. "

Margaret also understands this truth, but she has always been free before. Who dares to take care of her except her father?
Now she has the same feeling about Hamlet. There seem to be many rules here, as if the whole person is imprisoned.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but complain.

“There is no freedom here~”

"If you want the freedom to be superior to others, then Hamlet really doesn't have it." Susan changed her previous calmness, turned back to meet Margaret's eyes, and even emphasized with a bit of temper: "Don't put it The bad habits of other places are brought to Hamlet!" (End of Chapter)