You and me under the world tree

"When I left, she was obviously fine."

Hearing this, the guards couldn't help closing their eyes.

They also seem to have difficulty opening their mouths, and only a slightly different person like Forsyte can easily say these things:

"Sick, but no money to buy medicine."

"I left a lot of money for my family!"

"The battle on the front line is tight and a lot of supplies are needed, so the lord keeps ordering collections, and the taxes are getting heavier and heavier."

This reason sounds plausible.

At least that's how it seemed to Forsyte himself.

To put it bluntly, it was because of that word: war.

The war with the Hungarian Empire was no small burden for the current regent power and its territory, because now the ancient eastern defense line facing the eastern plain fell entirely on them.

"At the end of the day, that's what it turned out to be."

said Forsyte in a low voice.

But no matter how you listen to it, the voice reveals dryness and weakness.

Even he himself felt so.

Obviously, in his own opinion, this is just an explanation of the cause and effect.

But in the end, he couldn't speak for himself.

Because he realized that the eyes of the young man named Walter were gradually becoming fierce.

"This is impossible……"

He gritted his teeth.

That ferocious gaze can't help but make people look sideways.

Whether it was Forsyte who was facing him, other guards, or even the sage Horde who was silent like a spectator, all watched him.

"How could there be a heavy tax? It has been several months on the front line... and there has been no supplies for more than half a year!"

Walter growled.

And from these words, Hodder and Dietrich also understood his identity.

Walter, this man did travel a long way before.

But he was not a traveler who left home, but a soldier who joined the army.

Regardless of whether he was drafted into the army or mixed with the army from the beginning, he did eventually become a member of the frontier regiment guarding the eastern defense line.

Moreover, his treatment does not seem to be very good.

Listening to Walter's almost heart-piercing voice, Dietrich's face couldn't help showing an unspeakable complexity.

That is anger, that is hatred.

At the same time, that's sympathy.

But other than that, there was even a trace of self-blame on her hesitant expression.

However, no one noticed this complicated look.

Under the powerful magic, only the sage noticed her.

"nothing."

Walking to the side of the princess, he whispered.

"We have obviously been abandoned!"

At the same time, Walter just shouted.

"We managed to survive with all our efforts! So why!"

"Because it's the lords who collect taxes."

Even though no one could hear, the sage still whispered.

"What does that have to do with Warfront?"

It was obviously this kind of mocking words, but Hodder still clenched his fists.

Maybe it's because they can't see these things done by the lord of this place?

maybe.

"It's really shortsighted."

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

In the end, the anger surging in his heart completely tore his reason.

That kind of anger, that kind of pain washed over his brain, which drove him to throw his luggage directly on the ground.

Then, he directly pulled out his long sword.

'swish'

Accompanied by the sound of metal, his danger index suddenly increased.

After seeing this scene, the guards became alert one after another.

"Walter! Calm down!"

However, the young people who have been dazzled can't listen to it at all.

Violence is the best outlet for a warrior who has lost his mind.

And he did.

If it continues like this, he might make a mess here.

Maybe it will cause unnecessary harm.

No one wants to see this.

"Leave it to me here."

Finally, Forsyte took a step forward.

He didn't take a weapon, he just raised his fist.

'boom'

He knocked Walter over with one blow.

"I hope this calms him down."

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Mom woke up and felt that there was nothing wrong with her. Anyway, she was full of energy. It was probably the side effect of the anesthetic before.

She always wanted to vomit, but couldn't vomit anything.

Chapter 4: Aftermath

A battle disappeared before it could fully erupt, and Walter fell into a coma.

As for Forsyte, he was only moving his wrists now.

"do not blame me."

he said in a low voice.

But soon, Forsyte realized something was wrong.

Because he found that everyone around him was looking at him.

"what happened?"

"Do not."

After a while, someone finally gave such an answer.

"Just a little curious."

"Curious what?"

"Were you this good before?"

"No...is this very powerful?"

Maybe it was because the behavior of the guards around him seemed so strange that he couldn't help but speak.

But it was this that made the guards look at each other in blank dismay.

They were a little angry and a little helpless.

In the end, someone broke the inexplicable silence.

"Of course it's amazing, because our guards stationed in the town are different from people like Walter."

The guard spoke.

"Guards like us stationed in towns only need to ensure the safety of the city, and basically have not participated in many wars."

When he said this, he couldn't help but sighed.

"Maybe in the recent period, because of the raging monsters, we have seen blood, but even so, there is a huge gap between most of us and Walter."

This is not joking, or touting anything.

On the contrary, this is the truest feeling in their hearts.

Because just now, their momentum was completely overwhelmed.

Just when Walter pulled out his long sword, the violence that hit their faces almost made them feel suffocated.

Difficulty breathing and panic.

It's like facing a monster that can tear them apart.

"He has really experienced the battlefield, and the eastern defense line used to be the main offensive direction of Hungary."

The guard's tone was extremely complicated, even ups and downs.

"To be honest, I don't even know what he went through. If what he said before is true, what kind of hell is it?"

His helplessness can be heard in it, as well as the panic and emotion.

Most of the guards in the town are selected from the local area, and Vasgenstein is not a big town.

Although they were not close friends, most of the guards were obviously acquainted with Walter of the same age.

"I don't know when it started, the whole Gothic seems to be dragged into a quagmire, no matter how hard it struggles, it will only sink deeper."

Facing the guard's emotion, Forsyte just frowned.

"Ah, is that so?"

Perhaps, he was touched, so his voice was unavoidably low.

But compared to these, he cared more about other things.

"His mother couldn't afford the medicine because of heavy taxes and levies."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"But the lord confiscated it because the battle on the front line was tight, but why did he say that there was no supply at all on the front line?"

In the slightly empty and simple room, Forsyte's seemingly stupid question echoed like this.

However, no one laughs at this kind of problem.

In contrast, everyone else bowed their heads.