The smell of meat woke Arthur up from his light sleep. Thinking back carefully, the last time he ate was lunch the day before yesterday. After a night of escaping, Arthur no longer had the slightest strength. After tidying up the wrinkled bedding, Arthur
Opening the door, this room originally belonged to Little Ford, but last night the Ford Town Guards had to keep vigil and also went to Green Village for a survey inspection, so Little Ford had to stay on the front line.
There was already an old woman in the living room who was bringing plates of meat pies and oatmeal bread to the table. She was old Ford's wife, and Arthur had always called her Mrs. Ford.
"You're awake, did you sleep well?" Mrs. Ford saw Arthur and greeted Arthur to sit down with a warm smile. She sat on the other side and handed Arthur a few pieces of meatloaf on the table.
"Last night was really a terrible night, wasn't it?" Mrs. Ford did not rush to eat. She stared at Arthur for a while. There were still some tears on Arthur's face, which were from his sleep last night.
Crying. "Sorry, madam, to disturb you," Arthur took a bite of the meat pie and bowed slightly. His father taught him that small kindnesses should be repaid in large ways. Arthur had already remembered the old Ford family in his heart.
of kindness.
Without further words, Arthur stuffed a piece of meat pie into his mouth and refused to take another bite. He helped Mrs. Ford clear the dining table and sat on a small wooden chair on the side of the living room. He was very confused now.
, I don’t know what to do. The things my father told me have been completed, and I have no home. I have no way to avenge the villagers of Green Village. He feels like a puppet who has lost his soul, just sitting empty.
In a daze, Mrs. Ford packed up the remnants of breakfast and came over with two cups of wheat tea. After sitting on the sofa, she chatted with Arthur for a while. Mrs. Ford knew that she should try not to ask about things in Green Village. Last night, little Ford just sent Arthur to
When Se brought him back, Arthur looked like a corpse. She allowed her to help wipe his face, give him water, and take him into the room. In the middle of the night, because she was worried, she approached Ford's room and heard Arthur through the door.
of sobs.
The suffering this child has experienced is beyond her imagination.
I don’t know how long it took, but Mrs. Ford heard five bells ringing from the direction of the town entrance. These were the bells that Ford Town used to tell the townspeople the time. For a small town affiliated with a big city, mechanical clocks were only heard of.
In the village, according to the clock time, it was already eleven o'clock at noon. The door of Old Ford's house was suddenly pushed open, and Little Ford walked in holding a long bow. There was some bloodshot eyes in the corners of his eyes after not sleeping all night, but this did not affect him.
current mood.
"Arthur, come with me," little Ford pulled Arthur out without any explanation. He only had time to say hello to Mrs. Ford. At noon, the crowd in the town was busy, and the open space square in the center of the town was doing various things.
There were a few vendors selling food or daily necessities, and in a corner there was a shirtless man shouting loudly, boasting about his ironware. The two of them passed through the busy crowd and went straight into the post office, just like last night.
The scene was the same. Old Ford had his back to the door and toward the telegraph machine, seeming to be making something up. The only difference was that there were two men in long black and white uniforms standing in the middle of the post office.
The one on the left is wearing a white long-haired hat and a black one-piece uniform with white edges. It looks like a big penguin wearing a feathered hat. The one on the right is wearing a light blue suit outside the penguin uniform.
The long-haired hat symbolizes the inconsistency between the two persons' identities.
Arthur looked at the white penguin and then at the blue penguin. He couldn't think of anything to say for a moment, so he just looked back and forth between the two.
"Ahem..." The white penguin covered his hands with his hands and pretended to cough, breaking the awkward scene. "You are the survivor of Green Village, right?"
Survivor. Arthur took a deep breath. Until just now, he still held on to the idea that his parents and other villagers were still alive. Little Ford held Arthur's hand tightly and continued, "The escort team searched Green Village last night. Except for a few
A burning house with no one left alive."
Arthur bit his lower lip and looked at the two penguins again, "These two gentlemen are..."
"Law enforcer, Captain of the Brighton City Law Enforcement Team, Dodge is at your service," "Vice Captain Josh is at your service," Dodge and Josh took off their hats and insisted to Arthur.
"I contacted them, kid," Old Ford stood up. Dodge and Josh quickly stood aside and stood upright. Old Ford ignored their reactions and took Arthur's hand to the telegraph machine.
In front of him, "Arthur, you must know the current situation. To be honest, I have no way of knowing their identities, those men in black robes, but they want to kill you. This is for sure, and I don't want to understand the reason.
I'm old and want to stay in this town quietly, without making any promises to you or your father."
Old Ford took out the secret letter from the wooden table where the telegraph machine was placed. The appearance remained the same, but the content of the letter was completely different. "I don't know who reminded your father, but it was definitely not Bailey."
Viscount, take this letter and follow these two law enforcers to Brighton City. I believe that those damn orcs will at least not mess around in one of the five major human cities." He touched Arthur casually.
With his head turned, Old Ford put the letter into Arthur's belt with his own hands. Arthur was wearing a linen garment sewn by his mother. The concept of pockets had not existed in Arthur since he was born.
"I won't trouble Mr. Ford. If I stay here, those men in black robes will definitely come again." After finishing speaking, Arthur took a few steps back and bowed solemnly in the direction of Old Ford and Little Ford.
"I, Arthur Hebrew, will never forget the kindness you showed me."
Old Ford forced a smile and asked Little Ford to buy some food for Arthur on the road. When he saw Little Ford and Arthur turning around and walking out of the post office door, Old Ford regained his composure.
"Dodge."
"Yes, former Captain Ford."
"Keep an eye on this kid along the way."
"No problem, former captain. If he is really the only survivor of that family, we law enforcers have the responsibility to escort him to a safe place."
Old Ford responded in his nasal cavity and waved his hand for the two of them to leave the post office. Just as he was about to type something on the telegraph machine again, the darkness in the corner began to stir, and an orc with a snake face and human body emerged from the darkness. "Those."
Orc, do you know him?" Old Ford pressed the telegraph machine and looked at him with vigilant eyes.
The snake-faced orc was minding his own business and found an open place to sit cross-legged. He didn't rush to answer Old Ford's question. He took a recent letter and opened it with a flick of his finger. Old Ford
He muttered a few words, stood up roughly, grabbed the letter, and glared at me, "If you eat another letter from me, I will peel off your snake skin today."
Facing the threat of Old Ford, the snake-faced man awed a few times and waved his hands to block Old Ford's piercing eyes, but found that it was of no avail, "Old Captain, your temper is still so explosive, be careful of that new disease in mankind, what is it called?
Come on, yes, cerebral thrombosis." The snake-faced man spat out the snake letter. If it weren't for the fact that the snake's face couldn't see much joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, Old Ford would have seen a ruffian smile.
After snorting coldly, Old Ford sat back in front of the telegraph machine, "Did you drive away those orcs?"
"No, they left by themselves. I just watched them leave."
"This isn't quite right. With the orc's stubborn character, he won't just let it go. Okay, you don't have to worry about it anymore. Go where you need to and leave Ford Town."
"If I say no, I am also the orc you mentioned." The snake-faced man spat out the snake letter again. Judging from his diamond-shaped head, he belongs to the highly poisonous species, and the tip of his letter popped out.
There was a trace of white smoke.
"Then now, you can go meet our old team members." Old Ford's tone did not show any fluctuation. To him, the threat of the snake-faced man was as ridiculous as a three-year-old child shouting about hunting a brown bear. "Joke.
Just a joke... "The figure of the snake-faced man reintegrated into the shadow on the ground," "But, old captain, you can't escape your involvement in the case seven years ago..."
The post office was completely silent, and there was no trace of anyone coming. Old Ford rubbed his fat beer belly and stared at the telegraph machine in front of him. In the paper tray of the telegraph machine, a translation that had just been sent was lying there.
.This express letter was what Old Ford had been waiting for all night and a long time. What was written or drawn on it was a symbol he had seen seven years ago. It was a few intertwined lines that seemed messy.
, after actually pulling away the chaotic lines, what appeared was an upside-down five-pointed star. He pulled out a box from a bunch of messily arranged letters, and after opening the rusty iron lock, there was a set of
The black hat and white body uniform is the uniform of the law enforcement team. It is different from the uniform worn by Dodge. It is worn by the old captain of the law enforcement team.