The clear well water wets the face, and the coldness that intrudes on the tiredness that paralyzes the brain is partially dissipated, and the sour feeling in the eye sockets is relieved after being lubricated.
"……Damn it!"
The failure to get enough sleep made Locke feel bad, but what prompted him to scold him was not just a simple physiological problem, but a secondary derivative factor at most.
The battle process that Niel described to him - there was not even a trace of honor, humanity, morality, etc., and the combat method of pursuing faster and more effective killing of human beings by any means made him very uncomfortable and disgusted to the extreme.[
【Despicable bastard without a seed!】
I really wanted to add some curses to this sentiment to make the personal attacks more violent. But because I was worried about upsetting Chevalier Pierre, Locke gave up.
"Silly boy, do you expect executioners and barbarians to give up evil and turn to good because of moral and spiritual accusations? Don't forget, the pointed ears are just as despicable beasts as the orcs!"
As the knight said, the only thing that can be used for dialogue with pagans who do not believe in the only god, the Supreme Mother Goddess Marfa, is the sword.
Sending the sword that cuts off evil into the black heart with pointed ears - how to do it?
The knight and his page were trapped in a seemingly simple question with a clear and obvious answer.
Where is the enemy?
——The top-priority problems are so difficult that they will make you scratch the hair on your head.
The number of pointed ears has always been small. It is no less difficult to pick out these hybrids who are proficient in camouflage and concealment from the complex terrain of the mountain forest than to find the one with specific characteristics in a pot of beans.
Organizing a search team to carry out a counterattack sounds like a good solution. Unfortunately, there are no guides familiar with the terrain, no high-quality soldiers familiar with similar surprise operations, and no weapons suitable for mountainous environments.
Personnel can be trained and weapons can be manufactured. But these all require sufficient time - the most critical element is really far from sufficient.
It has now entered late autumn, and winter will enter in at most one month. Going on an expedition in the days when the mountains are blocked by heavy snow is simply a waste of the lives of soldiers. No commander with a sound head wants to starve to death or freeze in the white ravine.
die.
Spring after surviving the winter can hardly be called a good time to start a war. After the snow melts, the roads are muddy, and large groups of people have to walk through the muddy roads up to their knees. Only a large number of laborers are recruited to build the roads.
During the spring plowing season, farmers are busy plowing and sowing, which is directly related to their harvests and the taxes they pay. Letting them do the work of road construction will definitely cause public resentment, although the count's army can suppress [trivial little trouble].
If there is a situation where Pointy Ears attacks the supply convoy and the road construction workers, no matter how much they don't care about the ant-like civilians, for the sake of their own stomachs, the noble commanders will still disperse their troops to passively defend...
Simple-minded knights should not think about things other than battle. Knight Pierre, who has experienced the hellish front line in Lapland, has to look at various problems that may arise on the battlefield. An army without adequate logistical support wants to exert its combat effectiveness.
How difficult it is, the junior knight who endured the cold night in the snow nest biting black bread as hard as steel and biting his finger could only understand it all too well, so he knew very well that what was in front of him was a problem that was almost solved.
What's more, Pointy Ears also possesses a number of mysterious weapons whose principles are unknown.
In the final analysis, the failure of this clearing operation and the largest proportion of deaths among soldiers killed in battle were caused by those mysterious explosions.
The number of casualties caused by the Knights' abhorred tactic of shooting rescuers was a negligible addition to the number of people killed in the explosion.
Until the true name of the mysterious explosion and the corresponding solution are figured out, it may be difficult to organize a new crusade team.[
"Everything depends on Count Agentolaton's decision. No matter how much we, the lower-level knights, think, it will be useless. We cannot shake the overall situation at all."
After uttering some dejected words, the knight sent Locke back to his room to sleep.
"...How is it possible to sleep peacefully with a big head?"
The swaying water in the barrel reflected the stiff face covered with a towel, with a half-hidden gloomy expression like an awkward child huddled in a corner without saying a word.
The boy who could always face life with a smile and an optimistic attitude felt strangely unfamiliar to the slanted and twisted face swaying in the water, and...a hint of strange anger.
Evil fire without knowing its object and its true cause.
"Go and practice your sword. You'll be sober after taking a shower."
Suppressing the bad emotions that filled his head, the waiter grabbed the towel from his head and put it on the edge of the bucket, muttering and getting ready to start the day's practice.
The unique sound of horse hooves and wheels due to the carriage passing through the dirt road was heard at the door. The carriage transporting the remains of the fallen soldiers yesterday passed by in a dull and depressing tone. The tune at this time was crisp and clear, giving people a relaxed and cheerful feeling like the morning light.
The carriage stopped playing outside the wall, and the words of conversation and the heavy breathing of the horses quickly jumped over the wall and entered the ears of the childlike waiter.
Full of resentment, the curious kitten jumped out as he recognized the girls' chuckles. Unable to resist the unbearable itch caused by the cat's claws tickling his heart, the waiter Locke gently opened the front door to take a closer look.
On the right side of the medium-width street where a bucket of water can hit the opposite house, women of all ages are whispering around the carriage that has obviously just arrived. They have experienced a sad and angry disaster.
After welcoming the return of the expedition team, it has become more difficult for people to smile, because of their own mood and because of the public outrage.
The ladies were careful not to get into trouble just because of a single expression, and Locke, who was attentive, could still tell the discreet chuckles among the ladies who were trying their best to avoid problems in their relationships.
[Really, I wonder what the priests or monastic knights would say if they heard and saw this.]
The waiter standing at the door with his arms akimbo showed a narrow and narrow smile at the crowd of headscarves and skirts.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Locke decided to disperse the somewhat carried away women and the businessmen who were unclear about the situation.
Taking a deep breath, a dry cough sounded in the street like a big shot before speaking. The noisy whispering was interrupted, and the women left the carriage with slow steps.
Chevalier Pierre and Page Locke were outliers who were willing to socialize and entertain the common people on an equal footing, which sometimes made the neighbors forget about the differences in class. The current special environment reminded the ladies who did not follow the rules to think about the differences in class.
The wall of people spread out spontaneously. The source of the noise and the cause of the congestion made Locke, who was acting like an adult, a little disappointed.
The style of the carriage and the two horses pulling it were just ordinary goods, and cotton cloth was placed on the carriage bed.
I thought it was some novel thing - this thought did not last for more than three seconds. Unexpected highlights emerged as I looked more deeply.
——Under the cloth, there are beautiful rings, necklaces and hairpins inlaid with crystals of red, blue, purple and other colors, each one is polished to shine; [
——The owner of the carriage with navy blue hair dressed as a businessman stood beside the carriage. On the other side, his face could not be seen clearly, and he looked like a helper;
Affordable luxury goods always attract the fiery eyes of women, and sparkling items such as jewelry can make them stop and linger.
However, such high-priced consumer goods are obviously beyond the business scope of small businessmen. It is really suspicious to appear openly on the streets of cities and towns at this moment. To put it bluntly, they are probably selling stolen goods for some robbers and thieves somewhere.
The face of the navy-haired businessman came into view, deepening Locke's suspicion. No matter how you look at it, a guy who is about 1517 years old is more convincing to say that he is an apprentice. To say that he is a traveling merchant who owns his own carriage is contrary to Locke's view.
The perception of that industry is that the youngest businessman driving around in a carriage is no less than 20 years old.
The frowning waiter had already mentally upgraded the young man dressed as a businessman from a young member of a fraud and selling stolen goods gang to a criminal of obliteration, robbery, theft, smuggling and many other crimes. He was considering whether to hand over this suspect to the person in charge of public security.
Rudio Knight.
There is a status gap between a page boy and a traveling businessman. Locke has full power and ability to hand over a suspicious stranger to the sheriff. The question is whether it is appropriate?
He has not developed the arrogance to arrest people and punish them based only on subjective guesses, and street security is not Locke's responsibility. Let Knight Rudio finally verify that the other party is indeed a legitimate businessman... that will not be just a matter of embarrassment.
, the Sheriff with a face that looks like the whole world owes him money will definitely teach the kid who puts his hand within his authority a painful lesson that he will never forget.
Locke was caught between reward and rebuke, and after a difficult choice——
[Let’s talk about it first, maybe we can find some clues.]
Locke chose the low-risk compromise option and waved at the navy blue hair of the businessman or suspect.
The young man, who was taller than the page boy, put on a businessman's professional smile. His pleasant face and the rustic feeling of the countryside made Locke slightly less hostile.
[Maybe this guy has a secret recipe for growing taller, don’t forget to ask about it later.]
Locke, who has just entered the threshold of puberty, cares about height like all boys of this age, and has been dissatisfied and troubled by the lack of obvious height growth. While he was thinking about his private physiological issues, the boy with a height of 177 centimeters in earth measurement units
He came and bowed in front of Locke.
"who are you?"
He puffed out his chest, which was far from being "generous", and took on the arrogant posture of a true knight.
His low position allows for small arrogance, in order to give the criminal suspect a necessary show of strength, and also to create a little pressure on the boy who is taller than himself. Locke worked hard to create an unfriendly and high-pressure atmosphere.
"Siegfried, the traveling merchant from the south, wishes to greet you, my dear knight."
The calmness of the response and the standard of etiquette were faulty. For a moment, Locke even suspected that the other party was from a wealthy family. The title "Your Excellency Knight" at the end of his words made Locke unconsciously feel happy, with a arrogant expression on his face.
Blooming slightly red.
"I'm just a page boy, the title of [Knight] is too much."
Locke tried hard to straighten his appearance and made a gesture of refusing flattery. Unfortunately, the disguise was not good enough. Even the women who did not stay away from the carriage could tell that he was beaming with joy.
"How could it be? From your elegant and graceful speech and behavior, you can see your daily hard work and strictness. A hard-working page boy will eventually become an outstanding knight and establish immortal merits. The whole Charlemagne will talk about you, for
You feel proud."
The businessman talks incessantly like an experienced bard, and his words and bows are more exaggerated than those of the poets who make a living with their mouths and performances.
Like a skilled dramatic actor, but not a buffoon like a clown.
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small theater time
Brunhil: Mr. Li Lin once again appeared as a carriage merchant. Speaking of carriage merchants, I always think of the song from the opening theme.
Li Lin: I don’t know whether it’s lucky or unfortunate, but I’m not a wheat harvester...
Brunhil (with an extremely terrifying smile): Do you want to be accompanied by a naked, alien harvest goddess with animal ears and a tail? Your Excellency Li Lin?
Li Lin (cold sweat on his forehead): The beast-eared girl has her cuteness, but I don’t want to be killed because of my inexplicable delusions... ———b
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ps: I don’t know what’s wrong with the book review section. I can’t always reply. Now I can only reply to everyone’s book reviews through text messages. As long as you guys are posting book reviews, I will definitely respond next. I hope you can forgive me! A new week has arrived.
, as the New Year approaches, I urge all book friends to spend more money! The current situation is really not optimistic!