Heimarian Odyssey

"Where does she come from the white bread?" Rock asked curiously around Rafi.

Raffy blushed and explained, "Of course it was given by Henry's businessman."

Locke didn't believe that white bread could only be eaten by the squadron leader. Then Henry was reluctant to match his own rank. Where would the extra white bread come to others? Mostly it was Rafi and Kristin who started it.

Because of the cultivation of fighting spirit, Rafi doesn't know how much stronger he is than the guards of Henry. He cleans his hands and feet and steals something. Henry doesn't want to know.

Locke wanted to laugh when he thought of Henry's lunch when he suddenly found himself missing a piece of white bread.

Nor can I blame Rafi for taking Christine bad. Including Grace, the three girls used to eat the seafood and seafood in the Marquis House. Suddenly, they could only eat wheat bread or something that could bear it. In the case of white bread, the three girls could talk a little.

Since there are only women and children in this family, the safety of Grace's three daughters, Rock, is assured, and she confesses it. Locke backs out.

There was a shack next to it. The shack should also be occupied, but there was no one at this time. The messy pots and pans showed that the owner was in a hurry.

Just leave the horse here. Locke went to lead the horses of the three women. These horses were transferred from the Cavalry Squadron. The horses' lives were more precious than the soldiers. If these horses were lost, Locke would have to pay the baron as a transferor. .

Locking the horse's rope, Locke turned to leave.

"Who are you! Why are you here?" Miller stared in horror at the man wearing Forstan's military uniform. From the man's heavily armored armor and long sword swaying around his waist, Miller saw that he was at least an officer .

Isn't Forstein still west? Why is it at his doorstep? Miller suddenly turned to look at his door. The broken door seemed to tell Miller what had happened not long ago.

"You guys!" As if thinking of something bad, Miller let out a roar and pounced on Locke.

Locke looked at this sudden guy suspiciously. Although Miller participated in the fortification for a week, he was still a civilian. The attack was full of flaws, which made Locke not interested in wasting time with him.

As if breaking the wooden door, Locke turned around with a dash of 180 degrees and kicked straight towards Miller's waist. "Bang!" Miller flew sideways. After landing, his hands were tightly covering the waist and abdomen that Lock had kicked, and there was no movement for a long time.

Although no grudge is used, most people can't carry Locke's foot. In fact, Locke used only a third of his energy.

"Drink!" Suddenly, a figure rushed over and hugged Locke horizontally. This man was taller than Locke. It was more than one meter and eight meters. The funny thing was that after hugging Locke, this big man wanted to lift up Locke and then Throw it out, but Locke didn't move a step for a long time, but the big man was deadlocked there.

"Humph, only brute stupid." Locke smiled contemptuously, lifted his right foot, kicked at the man's left leg, the man stumbled, and then Locke a beautiful back fell, the man followed Miller, was locked by Locke Tossed aside.

This time Locke exerted his utmost effort. After the "Mum" man landed on the back, a burst of blood spewed out, mixed with some broken internal organs.

"Orne!" Miller shouted at the falling man.

"Brush." ​​Locke pulled out his long sword and prepared to meet these two unexpected guests.

The clothes worn by Miller and Orne have not been rare in these years, nor have they killed much. Two Charlotte barbarians, Locke thought.

Locke, a low-level servant, is not something that two ordinary soldiers can resist, and they are not soldiers. They can only be said to be two ordinary adult men.

The moment she raised her sword and was about to swing down, the Charlotte woman she met in the cabin before ran out, "No!"

After running out, he knelt in front of Locke and kept crying, crying, "Please, don't kill him!" The woman wearing a rag patch looked so weak and helpless at this time.

Not only the woman, but also her two children ran out crying and shouted “Daddy.” to one of the fallen Charlotte soldiers.

Locke knew it all at this moment.

"Forgive them for life." Grace also came out sometime.

"I need a reason." Locke said.

Grace dumb.

Locke is not as hostile to the Charlottes as other Forstein soldiers. But this is divided, only women and children can get Locke's mercy.

When dealing with Charlotte soldiers, Locke never softened his hands, and the soft-handed Folstein soldiers can't live now.

"I beg you!" The Charlotte woman next to him was still begging, his forehead swelled with blood.

"Betty!" Miller on the ground saw his wife who had suddenly appeared, but there was no pain at the moment, only a sign of happiness. "Betty, you're fine!" The waist and abdomen still hurt badly, but Miller still struggled to crawl beside Betty and hugged his wife and two children.

Seeing this scene, Locke couldn't help it. The long sword he was carrying did not fall.

"Daddy brought you delicious food." Miller felt two small pieces of dried meat and a piece of oatmeal out of his chest despite the pain.

The dried meat and oatmeal had been broken into pieces when they landed, but Miller insisted on feeding the two children. He knew that his children, including his wife, probably had not eaten for more than a day.

"You owe me a life!" Locke said, and turned to leave. The Sherlo civilians living in the surrounding houses were obviously attracted by what happened here. They opened the windows one by one and secretly looked at them. Locke did not want to expose the three Grace girls.

Grace clearly understood what Locke meant, "Go back, he won't embarrass you anymore." Grace said to Betty.

Betty nodded quickly, got up and helped Miller to go home.

"And him." Miller pointed at his wife and pointed Orne to the ground.

Betty said he knew that, after he helped Miller back, he came out and dragged the unconscious Aon into the house.

Seeing what happened, Grace shook her head. This was the sadness of the little man, the price the defeated man should bear.

Miller knew why the officer of Forstan would say that they owed him a life. He thought that he and Orn were the mortal ending. It was not only the reason he ran into Locke, but also the layer of leather that he and Orn wore.

Since they are Charlotte soldiers, they and Locke are opposites. During this week's battle of defense, Miller used to stab down with a lance or throwing boulders and rolling logs, but he also injured a lot of Folstein soldiers.

Miller himself wasn't sure if he had already had the lives of several Forstein soldiers on his hands.

At this time, when Locke killed him, he felt normal.

"It seems that the Fosteins are not as brutal and terrible as expected." Miller murmured. "Hiss~" His child was still kicking in his arms, just touching the wound injured by Locke's kick. "Bob, do you want to kill Dad?" Miller squeezed his son's face.

Bob grinned, and a trace of white breadcrumbs appeared in his teeth. When Miller noticed, he turned around and secretly looked at Grace's third daughter standing on the other side of his house.

It seems that Miller's gaze was found, and Grace explained with a smile, "We'll only stay overnight."

The house was originally small, and now there are eight people in it. It really has no place other than standing. Betty looked carefully at her husband's wounds. The two children were playing around. Orne was lying on one side and his life and death were unknown. The three girls Grace stood with the family on the other side, closest to the door—

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