She Is Not a Witch

When the lockdown was over, Viscount Moruo asked the guards to open the gates so that the citizens could enter and leave again. It's just that inspections are much stricter than before.

"your name?"

"My name is Richard, a hunter from Black Creek Village, this time I went to the city to sell something."

At the city gate, several soldiers inspected one by one. A hunter in a leather jacket carried the venison recently hunted into the city. He put a piece of peeled animal skin on his shoulder to prevent the venison from getting his clothes off. It's a mess.

Looking at the red and white venison that has been roughly marinated, the guard poked it with his hands and tasted it briefly.

"It's not bad. I'm going to sell it at any price. If possible, our brother will accept it directly." The guard also needs to spend the winter. Now he thinks about the empty top of the fire room in his home, and he is also a little moved.

"Uh, this, I might want to sell higher." Orion hesitated.

Seeing that the guard in front of him was dissatisfied, he had to explain a few words. "Recently, there are a lot of monsters in the mountains. Someone even heard the dragon roar some time ago. I also took a lot of risk to catch the prey. In addition to the pickling, I still have to go so far, so I hope I can make more money. ."

"Yeah, don't give me this. If you say this, I can listen to it a hundred times a day, as if everyone has a miserable life." The guard waved his hand a little irritably, and then prepared to take this person first. Let it hang for a while.

Seeing that he would not allow himself to enter the city, the hunter also became sad, and had to stand there, not knowing what to do.

In the early morning forest mist, a crisp sound of horseshoes came, and then several cavalry in dark red uniforms rushed all the way from far to near.

Looking at the brand-new bright red uniform and the short musket carried around his waist, several guards suddenly took it seriously.

"hiss--"

The horse raised high, stopped not far from the city gate, and then walked slowly with small broken steps.

The officer on the tall horse, holding the reins, looked at the peasants, merchants, and a few hunters waiting to enter the city, and nodded from time to time.

"Hello, my lord, may I tell you who you are?" The captain of the guard stood by the side of the road cautiously and asked.

Compared to the private soldiers of Viscount Mo Ruo's family, these cavalry in military uniforms are the real military power of the empire. And after several times of suppressing the uprisings in the southern border, the regent has now used his army to firmly grasp the various nodes in the southern border.

"I am a lieutenant under the 71st Army of the Empire, Widewin." He took out his badge and appointment letter and showed it to the soldiers.

Then in a respectful answer, the guards drove the people gathered at the city gate to the sides, giving way to the central road.

"Very good, you are loyal guards." In response, the officer nodded, and then pointed his finger at an Orion.

"I want the venison on his back. Let him wait for it to be delivered to my place."

"Yes, sir." The guards below looked at each other and nodded.

"That's it." Then he took the Shi Lai riding all the way straight into the city, leaving behind a crisp sound of horse hooves.

After the officer entered the city, the guards had to find the orion again.

"Have you heard that, if you are lucky, you are attracted by that adult, so you don't want to hand over the meat soon."

"But...but...this is mine." With the meat on his back, the hunter took a few steps back, wondering how he could deal with it.

"Hmph, are you still having any dreams? Bring it." As the captain of the guard winked at the opponent, a group of people directly surrounded the hunter, fought for a while, and snatched the meat. .

Seeing the hunter lying on the ground after being beaten, the captain threw a few copper coins.

"Hurry up."

After speaking, he coldly glanced at the onlookers around him, who avoided his gaze, bowed their heads and walked to the other side. Among them, a young farmer clenched his fists.

Pressing the other hand on his shoulder and letting him release his hand, he said in a low voice.

"Don't be impulsive, advance to the city."

After a short silence, the order at the city gate gradually returned to its previous lively state, as if nothing had happened just now.

After entering the city, two people, an old and a young, walked on the street, and then they whispered what had just happened.

"You can't be so impulsive, you know we have other tasks." This man is about 40-50 years old. Although he is wearing coarse linen, he washes very cleanly and his knuckles are also very thick.

"I know, but if you are indifferent to such things, then why did I come here." Although he has the strength of Sequence 4, he has a lot of experience and wisdom to learn.

"I know your sincerity and enthusiasm, but Quirik, we have other tasks. You also want to save the daughter of senior from the clutches."

The young man named Quiric nodded after hearing this.

"Yes, Senior Sartre saved me when I was young. I remember this kindness, and now I want to bring his orphan out of the hands of the nobles."

"Yes, so for this goal, we have to put up with it for the time being."

"This is Dragon Wing Province, a remote area in the southeast of the southern border. Our ideas are rarely spread here, so we need to be more careful."

"Because these locals may not understand those great ideas, they are very conservative, so once we expose our identity, it will be difficult to stay there, and the daughter of Senior Sartre can no longer escape here."

The uncle patiently enlightened the young man beside him, until the number of people on the street gradually increased, and the two stopped talking.

"What happened before? Why are so many people watching?" The middle-aged uncle grabbed a passerby and asked.

Although he was very impatient, looking at the strong right arm holding his arm, the local resident felt as if he was restrained by iron clamps, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to struggle.

"The front is the local temporary execution ground, and Viscount Moruo is letting a thief hang." He simply said a few words and pointed to the end of the street where there was a high platform, and the surrounding area was already full of figures.

"Does that person hang to death just by stealing something?" Quirik's hands clenched again, and then slowly separated.

"Yes, but what he stole was Viscount Moruo's most precious secret treasure~www.readwn.com~ It is said that it is worth thousands of extraordinary gold coins."

Hearing this, the uncle slowly removed his hand, and then moved on.

"Is it going to hang someone again recently? It's really unfortunate." As the two went deeper, more and more people were talking about it.

"It is estimated that he is also the lunatic of the revolutionaries."

"It doesn't seem to be the same as before. It should be a member of a certain organization. Yes, that's right. Look at the sign hanging in front of him."

On the wooden platform, a man with bruises was pressed onto the court, and then there were two old wooden signs hanging around his neck.

Looking at the names of the two major organizations, a new round of discussion began below.

"No, the neutral guarantee organization ‘Blindfolded’ would also do this kind of thing?"

"I don't know, maybe Viscount Mo Ruo offended others, you know he is notoriously stingy."

"I thought it was the revolutionary party from over there in Zishan Province. Aren't they all like this a few days ago?"

"Perhaps, this time is different."

People talked, and then the execution officer began to announce that the time had come.

"Get a rope around his neck and start preparing."

Several soldiers began to move, and at this moment, a loud voice came through the sky. It was a crimson light, and a vigorous figure was riding on the speeding eagle.

As it approached, the crimson sword shadow cut off and cut the high hanging rope. A woman with wine-red hair stood on a high platform. She was holding a scimitar like a scorpion hook and carrying a fiery nightingale on her chest. badge.

"Sorry, I'm a little late."

And as her voice fell, several figures jumped up from the stage and stood beside her. These people are wearing badges of burning bronze, and their bodies exude surging extraordinary magical powers.

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