Our family is in decline

Lance comforted the woman, and at the same time felt the [gift] from the void. He didn't know whether it was because it had been left for too long or because of the child. Compared with the previous bandits, it was too little.

But it was picked up for free anyway, so there was no objection to it.

Lance noticed the wounds on her wrists. Looking at the dense cuts on them that had not yet healed, he knew what this woman had gone through in the past ten days, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

He immediately took her hand, took out his own handkerchief to bandage the wound, and took this opportunity to explain his identity to the woman.

The legitimate heir to Hamlet’s territory—Lance Hamlet

And Lance also learned that the woman was called Susan.

Susan obviously found it hard to believe that no noble lord would treat them like this, but Disma and Leonard's proofs confirmed Lance's identity as a great lord.

This made Susan feel even more bitter. Why did he come now~

If it had been earlier, my husband and son would not have died...

Lance also noticed this and looked a little disappointed.

In the game, he could treat everyone as consumables to pass the level, and that was how it should be now. He thought he could treat these people as game characters, but after really getting into contact with them, he discovered that he was also affected by emotions.

"For hurting my people, I swear I will make those bandits pay with blood!" Lance stood up and swore an oath, and his stern face made Disma feel a chill and couldn't help but echoed.

"I will be your sharp blade!"

"Our strength is still very weak now and we need to accumulate strength." Lance knew that anger would not be a big deal and quickly calmed down. As he spoke, he looked at the veteran lying on the bed, "He needs our help."

This level of injury is beyond the normal stage, and the bandaging that Leonard and the others learned on the battlefield is obviously not applicable here.

"Put the water on the boil."

After all, they are all modern people, and they still have a certain understanding of basic medical care. Lance directed a few people to start working, cleaning up a slightly cleaner area, then took out a soft lining, tore it into strips and threw it into boiling water. among.

He took out a knife and sterilized it, then cut out the slough near the wound and wiped it with a cloth. In this era without anesthesia, this kind of surgery was basically fatal. Fortunately, the veteran fainted and became unconscious.

The wound was quickly cleaned, applied with the wound medicine that Leonard brought, and then bandaged with a cloth strip.

Susan was watching Lance's treatment of the veteran, and couldn't help but look at the wound on her wrist. The lord in front of her would actually do such a thing for a stranger, even cutting open her own clothes to bandage the wound of a "dead man" .

This busy meal completely consumed the remaining gifts from Lance, but it only stabilized the injury. Fortunately, the veteran's condition stabilized, and at least his breathing began to become smoother. He could see obvious rise and fall in his chest, and It's considered buying time.

To completely heal the injury, more gifts and time are needed, which means he needs to kill and sacrifice.

"The people in the territory are suffering, and we must take measures as soon as possible." Lance frowned and looked at Susan. She was the only one who knew the situation in the town best.

"I need your help."

"I see……"

The flames of revenge began to appear in Susan's originally calm eyes.

…………

Night comes extremely early in the town of Hamlet. For the townspeople who generally have no nightlife, sleeping is the only activity. At least they won't be so hungry after falling asleep.

The reason why moving at night is so difficult is that the means of lighting in this world are quite poor, mainly oil lamps made from candles or containers filled with animal fat or pine resin, and the use of torches dipped in animal fat and pine resin.

Ordinary people use paraffin wax, while those nobles use beeswax, which burns without black smoke.

But for those mercenaries and gangsters, their nightlife has just begun.

"Hahaha! You didn't see that, when I went up and punched a bandit away..."

A sturdy man in the tavern waved his fist. Seeing his thick arms, no one dared to question him, even though everyone knew that he was smashing away a town citizen who was blocking his escape.

Those mercenaries and gangsters drank and bragged in the tavern, or just spent the night with a prostitute. Some of the bad ones even broke into the townspeople's homes and forcibly possessed women.

I'm afraid they didn't expect that such a good thing would happen after the bandits isolated the town. Although they ran away, they survived, while those who chose to fight the bandits died.

After a burst of noise, the mercenaries left, leaving only a mess in the tavern, just like it was almost every night.

But tonight is destined not to be so peaceful~

"Aren't you going to play two games?"

"Tch! Wouldn't it be better for me to find a woman if I have money?"

The mercenary who had a chance encounter with Lance today walked out of the tavern. He was slightly drunk, but when he thought about the women in the brothel, he even staggered when he walked.

Before the bandits arrived, he was an idle guy in the town. After the bandits left, he became a peace officer. However, he continued to oppress the people, and even intensified.

And just as he was passing by the street, a hand stretched out from behind and pulled him around the neck, dragging him into a dark alley.

"Who!" The gangster panicked, but the next second his mouth was covered by a hand. He tried to struggle but found that his hands were restricted.

Disma wanted to dispose of it, but was stopped by Lance, who instead handed Susan a dagger he had captured earlier.

"Go ahead and take back everything you have."

Susan took the dagger without much hesitation. Driven by hatred, she inserted the dagger into the gangster's body like crazy.

One knife...two knifes...

The severe pain caused the gangster to struggle violently, but it had no effect on Leonard, who was holding him.

"That's enough, he's dead." Lance pulled Susan forward and sacrificed the body casually.

After venting, Susan didn't say much, but her whole body gave Lance the feeling of being even more silent. However, she did not forget her mission and took them to the next place as planned...

According to what Susan said, the mayor has more than thirty police officers, among whom the real combat power is the more than twenty mercenaries, and the rest are all gangsters who are familiar with the local situation.

If it were normal, it would be really difficult for those people to live in a hotel or a guild.

But the bandits destroyed those places, not to mention their indulging in wine and sex, and hanging around gave them the opportunity to do something.

During the day, the three of them, besides resting, were still determining the locations of those people through Susan, and were waiting to bury them tonight.