The storm moon has arrived.

In the ancient legend of Corrit, this is the fourth of the twelve Lords of this world, Lord of the Storm.

This wild and indifferent god will wash away the earth with his infinite energy, whistling winds and pouring rainstorms, to show the fullness of spring and the prelude to the coming hot summer.

However, on the narrow and long territory of the Kingdom of Tuminis, not all places will feel the power of this Lord God at this time...

Semon, the county and province of the western border of this kingdom. The storm moon is often the best days for farmers to sow. Without the harsh sun or annoying rain, the farmers' work is easy and leisurely...

While hoeing the ground leisurely, they can chat with their companions about their wife's cooking skills and petty intestines and heavy taxes in the city, and then put the unshelled seeds into the shallow pit dug with their index fingers, slowly cover them with their hands, allowing them to experience the nourishment of spring rain and the education of summer sun - when autumn comes, the buds in early spring have become tall stems, standing regularly between the ridges of the field, and the pride of their strands on both sides is their pride for countless days and nights.

For them, this is a season of hope.

Of course, even the season of sowing hope does not mean that everyone will be devoted to sowing...just like now.

The rapid sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the afternoon, gradually supporting the shadows of the distance, gradually becoming clear at the end of the road.

Four tall and strong horses.

The horse knights were almost without exception wrapped in a long and heavy burqa. A layer of dim dust almost covered the original color of the cloak, and proved the long journey... Generally speaking, only those merchants who are chasing interests forever are willing to withstand the long bumps. However, the speed of these horses is so fast that they are obviously not a common slow horse carrying cargo.

Therefore, these people will not be ordinary businessmen.

The close distance is enough to make the bulges covered with armor vaguely visible on the wide burqas, as well as the weapons two of them were on the side and behind the horses. Whether it was weapons, cloaks on their bodies or saddle reins on horses, there was no trace of decoration. This may be enough to illustrate their identity - without the gorgeous outfits of the Kingdom Knights... but with arms and mounts, they are undoubtedly those mercenaries who make a living by selling their force.

The farmers stopped their whispers and bet on these people to pay attention to the few things - they paid attention to the short period of breath...

Or is the group in front of you a little different?

Their mounts—even though the dust and mud on the fur were enough to see the galloping, but they did not seem to be in sluggish—if they had a little understanding of the horses, they would be enough to discover their preciousness… The broad forehead, the large and deep eye sockets and the slight and gloomy neighing sounds all showed excellent bloodline.

"Finally arrived..."

The small team gradually slowed down, and the rider on the horse made a sigh under the wide burqa...

In front of him, the road just winds across a small hill, extending the thick green from his sight...

These dark black colors are dotted with them, turning into a thick gray at the end of the field of view.

It was a unique, or strange color... without the vitality that green should bring. Instead, it was like a deserted ancient city drowned in dust, or a strange magic beast lying on the earth, invisibly swallowing the light around it. It presented a cold black, like a colorless scroll. Only in further places can the mountains reveal a verdant green behind the clouds and fog.

But this color also presents the building on the top of a small mound, surrounded by gray walls, wooden castles and cottages before everyone...

"Knight Jude, as you said, this looks like a nice place, but it seems a little different from what you just described...."

He gently gathered the reins to the knight behind the guide. A soft and neutral sound came from under the gray-white burqa. He stretched out a hand with metal gloves, pushed away the hood, revealing the smooth half-covered helmet under it, and the delicate patterns outlined graceful lines on it, covering most of his face, revealing only the same neat and delicate, sharp jaw.

"Yes, it seems to be a lot of prosperity...it's been surprising enough."

Leading two positions, the knight on the variegated horse turned his sight to the building in the distance: "However, after all, I have been there for several years, and in fact I haven't been to this place for nearly ten years... to such a prosperous point, it seems that the pioneer knight who was granted here really has a little bit of ability as a lord, although as far as I know, he was... because of some things."

The vastness of the Western Fengxian land is one of its few advantages.

There are hundreds of farmlands scattered on the land, but advantages may not necessarily become advantages. The barren land gives these farmlands no room for expansion at all. They can only be so small that they cannot be found on most maps, and they are so complicated that they are so complicated that they can connect the country roads that are so complicated that they can drive the invaders crazy. A few big cities have become gems dotted on the country.

So on this desolate land, even the center of the territory of a noble, there is no way to have any outstanding prosperity in any form...

When you approach, you can notice that this small gathering place that is not big on the hillside, even if it is a little larger than an ordinary town, if you have ever seen Tanwa in the south or Romanty in the capital of the kingdom... No, even compared to the existence of a medium-developed city like Whitehall in the western fiefdom, this place is still a remote village.

However, for those who travel for a long distance, this is another refreshing place...

Not only is the ordinary residences in the town all beautiful, with some extraordinarily towering two- and three-story buildings with a foreign style, but even the walls surrounding the city give people a wonderful feeling.

Unlike the ordinary towns in the stone wilderness, relying on the convenience of the Whispering Forest, a simple wall built on the ground with thick logs, but this supposedly crude thing has become exquisite here - the wooden fence walls are divided into four groups, not only have a middle walkway compacted with earth, but also a double structure and a corner tower stack... Even if the soldiers cruising above are just basking in the sun lazily, the tight doors of the thick wood are not closed, but it seems that they can still feel something called security.

When you enter it, this joy can even turn into a surprise.

The main road in the town with the gate is more than twenty feet wide, enough for two or three carriages to run in parallel. Around this road, there is no flow of sewage, narrow and black streets and debris piled up everywhere... or this represents the dirty and messy environment of the countryside. It is rare for villagers to act on the street in the morning, but whether it is a kid who plays or a village woman who is busy at the door, the clothes on their bodies are neat and clean, and they focus on their own affairs without distraction.

From them, we can see that kind of joyful vitality that does not often appear in this entire Western Xinjiang.

"Knight Jude, it seems that your judgment is correct. This pioneer has considerable knowledge."

Let the car move along the road, the young knight stood upright on the horse's back in the most standard posture, like a straight sharp knife. He pushed his helmet casually, allowing his vision to sweep over the people passing through the streets and alleys more clearly: "If it continues at this speed, it will not take thirty years, and this place will probably become the top ten... no, a city within five."

"However, this lord seemed to be too tolerant of his subordinates and let them patrol the villages and towns in such a scattered manner," he swept over a group of people walking out of the streets, and his voice paused slightly.

A large bald man with a squat of ridiculous braids walked past his horse, and he shook his upper body, revealing his rich muscles with indigo patterns, holding two strange blades in his hand, followed by a few less tall but equally strong men, wearing leather armor and ridiculous cloaks, carrying long swords and long bows and arrow bags, carrying messy beddings, while the last one shrank himself in a long black robe, revealing only the dry and pale hands holding the long staff.

"This... Mr. Ailin. You've made a mistake."

The middle-aged man known as Knight Jude's face was slightly stiff and then he smiled bitterly.

As if he knew that his next words would cause some criticism, he paused for a moment and considered his words: "If my judgment was not wrong, those on the walls were the garrison troops of this town, as for them..."

His eyes stopped at those sturdy figures of disdain, and occasionally he caught a glimpse of the sturdy figures... Although most of the mercenaries entering and leaving here were speculators attracted by the mysterious legends in the nearby forest, they did not change in essence... The knight knew very well that the places where these people who were traveling with him came from were even more special and disgusted with these people.

"mercenary?"

The brief silence seemed to reveal some facts enough, so the young knight let out an unhappy snorting: "In this way, is this Lord Lord too kind? Don't he know that these guys are all a group..."

"To be precise, they are adventurers, and they are called cave bears here."

The middle-aged man sighed: "As for the Viscount James... he is indeed kind, Sir Elyn. And the reason for his kindness is that what you can see now is that the foundation of the prosperity of the Poplar Town is actually based on these adventurers."

Adventurer...is a general term.

Their origins are diverse, including retired soldiers, wandering barbarians, robbers, murderers, wanted criminals or thieves at night, soldiers waiting to be hired, and knights in the down and out of the way... they all seem to be able to get this name.

In fact, in the western fiefdom, in Ain, in Linka, in the entire Kingdom of Tominis... or in this entire continent, these people who have homes in the world and have no tomorrow are always regarded as natural carriers of trouble, because fighting and causing trouble in the places where they gather are commonplace, killing and setting fires and looting are not impossible, so some people compare them to locusts, flies, vultures, or scavenging beasts - they will appear around any interest at any time. After eating, they are left with a piece of wild barbarian.

Although many places like to hire them to solve special problems, such as clearing monsters, fighting bandits, and even some difficult things to tell, it is extremely convenient for them to solve, but generally speaking, the troubles these guys bring to any place are always much more beneficial than theirs. Therefore, in peacetime, except for some areas with thin populations and weak defenses, large mercenaries will hire to participate in defense. Otherwise, most small and medium-sized lords and nobles will generally adopt a rather unpopular attitude towards them. According to rumors, the Kingdom of Gert has been restricted in more than half of the territory, limiting the existence of these uncontrolled forces.

However... this is the western border of the kingdom, a western fiefdom famous for its endless stone wilderness, thousands of goblins and gangsters, magic beasts and bandits, and the borders of the imperial border counties and provinces... In the entire western fiefdom, only the most prosperous Carlo area can see professional soldiers, and in more places, anyone with weapons and armor is nothing more than adventurers...

And for Bai Poplar Town, which is near the Whispering Forest, adventurers have more special meaning.

Over the past hundred years, Baiyang Town was just a remote village. It was just a relic of King Lear and many knights marched into the wasteland. It was called a relic of the era of great pioneering development. It has been a small village with no attention from the kingdom rulers since that time, and even no name was found on the map. It was quietly curled up next to the vast and almost boundless whispering forest. Although some legends pointed out that somewhere in the forest, there were some ancient elves left treasures of ruins, but those who dared to enter this land of death for these illusory legends. Only those who were not so normal-minded and tried to try their luck.

However, in the last ten years, a few unknown adventurers discovered more and more noticeable things here—even until now, no one really knew what that was.

The treasures of elves, ancient ruins, the mausoleum of the Master, precious minerals... There are many rumors that erupt like an agreement, so a small town that was originally unpopular became a place for mercenaries to flock to. Adventurers called cave bears entered this dangerous hell together, and even using their lives to exchange for possible luck... and some of the successful cases attracted more greedy people.

"A dirty business can only lead to sin in the end. Even if it grows and grows, it will eventually bring about false prosperity." The young knight's voice was already filled with anger: "Building prosperity on those bounty hunters like dogs and vulgar mercenaries, thieves and illegal merchants... How stupid! Ignoring order brings only temporary income, but it will pull everyone into the abyss of sin! How can the lords here sit and watch such a thing happen! I..."

"Sir Ailin, anger will blind people's eyes and prevent you from seeing the truth at hand... calm down."

A voice came from the last horse under the dark burqa, as clear as the stream, but the emotionless calmness, but the melting coldness of the glacier.

"Some people are tired of traveling, welcome to Baiyang Town, and also welcome to the most comfortable and warmest and only traveler's home in this town."

Then another tone passes through the noise in time, and uses a strange enthusiasm to attract the eyes of several people to another direction-

Just before their horses, a small figure was already standing.

It was a black and thin boy in ordinary linen clothing - a skillful wave of hand to stop the horse moving forward, and then he bowed slightly to the few people and spit out a skillful imperial official language: "Maybe you will doubt its size, but please believe that it can be provided with the best wine and dishes and the most comfortable room within a radius of three hundred miles, with hot water for bathing, and if you need it, you can also enjoy the solo singing of the bard, and other... entertainment."

“As long as you need it, the Hilton Express Hotel that creates miracles can provide you with the most perfect service.”

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