The large earth-brown pottery bowl kept shaking. Several workers in shabby clothes stared closely at the hands holding the bowl. The few copper coins in their arms were almost dripping with water.
"Pah!" The banker put the bowl on the broken table, "Squeeze the big one and the small one, and you're sure to buy it! You'll pay two for one big or small! You'll pay five for a leopard! If you want to make money, hurry up!"
"big!"
"Seven copper coins!"
"It's still big, I don't believe it anymore!"
Everyone threw their sweat-stained copper coins up one after another, urging the dealer to open the market. These Kuhaha are all lumberjacks from North County. They came to try their luck because they finished today's work ahead of time.
The birch trees in North County are as famous as the oak trees in Eastvale. The citizens of Stormwind City like furniture made of wood produced in these two places, so the priests of North County Abbey are not living a miserable life. By the way, these people
Loggers can also have some spare money to have some fun while making ends meet. However, as the largest parish in the Kingdom of Stormwind, there are no casinos in North County, so they can only rely on setting up their own gambling stalls to entertain themselves.
"Don't worry, don't worry...it'll open soon!" The banker hurriedly picked up the lid of the bowl and was about to open it, but he didn't want to be hit back by a silver coin flying from the sky.
"Why are you so anxious? I haven't placed a bet yet!" A middle-aged man dressed as an officer walked over from a distance and said in a cold tone.
"Oh, Mr. Willy, why are you doing this!" The banker smiled and bent down again and again, and the other gamblers also lowered their heads in silence; the person who came here was none other than Willy, the deputy captain of the North County Public Security Team.
The chief officer who is also in charge of lumberjacks has never looked down upon these mud-legged people.
"Brothers have also completed the tasks ordered by the priest, so they came to this villain to show their respect. If you are short on money, this is our way of honoring you!" The woodcutter who ran the gambling stall grabbed the coins on the table.
, stuff them all into the opponent's hands
"Hmph!" Weili snorted coldly from his nose, without even looking at the dozens of copper coins. "Who the hell wants you to be filial to me? Why don't I try my luck if my hands are itchy?"
"Okay, okay... whatever you say is fine," the dealer quickly apologized, "What do you want to bet on?"
"Big leopard!" Weili shouted impatiently, "If you can't shake it, stop being conspicuous here! Go back and chop down trees!"
"Ah?" The banker scratched his head in embarrassment. It was not difficult for him to do something to make Weili win money, but the other party specified three six leopards. Wasn't this obviously going to blow up their gambling stall?
But when he raised his head and glanced at the deputy sheriff with an unkind expression, he could only swallow the bitter water in his stomach.
The banker picked up the pottery bowl with a sad face, put it down with a clatter, and glanced at Willie uneasily.
"What are you still doing? Let's start the dish!" Weili urged loudly. When he saw that the other party was still for a long time, he impatiently stretched out his hand to reach for the pottery bowl.
"Snapped!"
Willy's arm was firmly grasped midway. He looked back in shock and anger, only to see a ragged young man staring at him with stern eyes, his blond hair shining in the sun. When he turned his face,
It seemed that the corners of the young man's mouth were slightly raised, showing a nice smile.
"You have to be merciful and merciful. Mr. Weili and the others are just hardworking men who have nothing to gain after they finish their work. They can only play a few games for entertainment. Why do you have to be so serious?"
"Who are you? Let me go!" Weili was furious and punched the young man with his left hand. However, seeing a slight sarcasm in the other's eyes, he suddenly let go of his arm and his center of gravity was unstable.
The deputy sheriff fell to the ground like a shit.
"Bah, bah!" Weili spit out two mouthfuls of mud, climbed up from the ground, and cautiously took two steps back to distance himself from the young man.
"Ah! I recognize you, you are the new one...Regan!" The deputy sheriff squinted his eyes for a while, pointed at the other person and said, and then shouted with some gloating, "Don't be so proud, kid!
Today I am recruiting militiamen under the order of Lord Sheriff Black. Since you are so damn good at fighting, go and report to Lord immediately!"
Willy paused, with a malicious smile on his face, "I forgot to tell you that the target of the militia's purge this time is the Defias Brotherhood. I hope you can leave something behind in the hands of those extremely vicious gangsters.
A complete corpse! Hahaha!"
Seeing the deputy sheriff laughing and walking away, the young man named Regan shook his head contemptuously, picked up the logging ax on the ground and was about to leave, but several gamblers next to him stopped him.
"Legen, are you really going to report to the Sheriff?" the banker asked with concern on his face.
"Of course," Regan put the ax on his shoulder, "Do we have the ability to refuse the conscription of the Supreme Administrator? Besides, I don't want to be captured as a deserter by the military law team of Stormwind City."
"But that's the Defias Brotherhood!" the lumberjack next to him said nervously, "They are just a bunch of murderous bastards. Willy clearly wants to avenge his personal revenge, so why don't you just say that he is sick?"
Regen smiled and shook his head: "It's useless, someone has to be the cannon fodder. Defias's name is too famous. Basically, no adventurers or mercenaries dare to come and cause trouble. Maybe Stormwind City is urging them too hard."
All I can do is fool around with two idiots, and even if I die like this, I won’t be considered a member of the security force.”
"These officials don't treat us as human beings!" the loggers said angrily.
"Okay, everyone, since Willy wants to cause trouble for us, don't give him a chance to find fault. It would be good to gamble less in the future and save more money to go home and buy clothes for my mother-in-law." Regen waved to everyone, "
It’s time for me to report to the Sheriff, and everyone should go their own way!”
Everyone watched Ragen go away, and a worker said with some sigh: "This young man is really a good person, honest, hard-working and willing to help others. It's just a pity..."
"What's a pity?" the person next to me asked curiously.
"Don't tell other people," the person who spoke mysteriously pointed to his head, "He has some problems here... When Regan first came here, he looked stupid, and he even wore a torn flag and claimed to be the Bloody Cross.
The Holy Knights of the Army! God, those are crazy people who kill without blinking an eye! And the plague land they are in is probably not thousands of miles away from us. How could an ordinary young man escape these crazy people along the way?
The undead!"
The surrounding lumberjacks shook their heads in sympathy, watching Ragen's tall back gradually walking away: "Hey, it's really a pity that such a good young man has a brain problem... I hope he can escape from the Defias gangsters.
!”
After splitting his words, Regan, who went to the Sheriff's Office, quickly arrived at the door of the monastery. This pure white castle with a standard three-story structure was once famous on the mainland and was the birthplace of the most sacred religion in the Eastern Kingdom. However, in recent years, Stormwind City
The Cathedral of the Holy Light has lost a lot of its glory.
Although the two and a half acres of the monastery is not large, it seems too spacious for the total of only a dozen clergymen in North County. So Sheriff Blake justifiably occupied one floor and used it as a security
The team’s office—the stoic priests didn’t care anyway.
Regan walked to the Sheriff's Office and knocked on the door. A deep voice came from inside: "Please come in."
Regan gently pushed the door open and saw a gray-haired old officer drinking tea at his desk. It seemed that he should be Sheriff Black. When he saw someone coming, he put down the teacup in his hand and asked lightly: "Is there any?
What's the matter, young man?"
"Yes, Master Black," Regan stepped forward and responded, "I am the militia recruited by Master Willy today. According to his order, I came here to report to you and ask for instructions."
"Recruited by Willy?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Black's words, but seeing Regan's serious face, he coughed twice and took out a pen and paper from the drawer, "Okay, young man, tell me your name.
and place of birth, I will register it for you, even if you are a militia member, you will also enjoy holidays and allowances."
"As you command, my lord," Regan nodded and said, "Christine Regan, a person from Lordaeron, once served in the Scarlet Crusade, was born in..."
"Wait, wait!" Black raised his palms to interrupt him, and shouted with his eyes widened, "Boy, you are not here to entertain an old man like me. I'm warning you, even in a rural place like North County
, I also have a way to send you to jail!"
"I didn't lie, Lord Black." Regan looked at him affirmatively.
"You're not lying?" Black sneered, "Then tell me about the composition of the Scarlet Crusade, your unit number and your commander!"
"As you wish, my lord!" Regan nodded and began to talk non-stop, "The Crusade is mainly distributed in Lordaeron and the Plaguelands, and consists of more than 15,000 members. Now the Eastern Plague
The Hand of Tyr in the land is their main base. At the same time, there are also some Crusaders stationed in the Western Plaguelands and the Scarlet Monastery. I used to serve in the army in the Eastern Plaguelands. My direct boss was the killer Rohan, a skilled thief.
; But a year later, I was transferred to Hearthglen in the Western Plaguelands, and my direct commander was...is..."
Blake, who was listening with great interest, looked up and saw Ragen shaking all over as if he was shaking. He kept chewing the word "yes" in his mouth, but he couldn't continue talking.
"Hey, young man, what's wrong with you!" Blake shouted loudly, and quickly stood up to help the other person, but found that he was not abnormal at all, he just kept repeating what he just said, and the old officer saw that the situation was not good, and slapped him hard.
The ground slapped Regan on the back
"Wow!" Regan spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and slumped to the ground as if he had woken up from a nightmare.
He gasped for breath and murmured, "I really didn't lie to you. I remember that I was a paladin. I once served as a scout. My teacher was Rohan, and my lord was..."
Regen opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He lowered his head in pain and grabbed his hair with both hands, as if he wanted to tear them off his scalp.
"Calm down, young man," Blake sighed and patted him on the shoulder. The experienced veteran officer had just seen the crux of the problem. This was obviously a case of over-stimulation and active memory closure. A heart disease like this would affect even the most serious person.
There is nothing good that even an excellent doctor can do
"No matter who your lord and teacher are, they will never want to see you in pain now. Since fate has arranged for you to come to Bei County, then forget about your past self and remember your current responsibilities and mission. I believe that one day
, fate will also let you go back to the starting point and see your relatives and friends."
Regan raised his head in confusion and looked at Blake's encouraging eyes.
"Destiny..." He murmured as the cool breeze of early autumn blew past his face.