People have the heart of justice to become heroes, but they also have the desire to become bandits.
When Neo kicked open the door of a house, he felt a sense of lawlessness, unscrupulousness, and joy similar to that of the dark cultists when they killed people and set fires.
On the edge of life and death, even the shyest person can dance. Neo is this dancer now. Except for the bottom line of caution, other worldly moral etiquette has long been forgotten. To use a very arrogant word,
: "I'm going to eat and drink for free today without paying for it, so what?"
The owner of the house suffered an unknown fate, so judging from the temperature in the room, no one came back to live and stay warm for at least half the day.
Carrying a bundle of firewood from the door of the house, Neo carefully closed the door and checked it carefully. There were no obvious gaps in the doors and windows. Then he peeled off the heavy mud clothes one by one and threw them into a corner.
In winter, wearing soaked clothes is even colder than not wearing any clothes, but when it comes to the masking of breath, Neo has been enduring his body temperature being stripped away at a faster rate until he has the isolation of this house.
Neo knew that even so, he would never have too much leisure time, so he kept everything simple and hasty
Compared with the stove for heating, the kitchen fire is more important. There is no chance to bake some bread, but he can make himself something hot to eat. He boils water on the fire first, then stands in the corner and uses a small wooden bucket to draw water from the stove.
Scooping water into the tank and rinsing it. Although the water in the tank is also cold, it is much better than the well water outside.
After rinsing, the water on the stove has been boiled. The dough is mixed into fine pieces and put into the boiling water. When the water is boiled again, it is basically edible. Add some salt, cut the ham into cubes, and have a meal of batter soup. Your belly will be full.
, the water was also replenished
However, it seems that God is jealous that Neo can have a midnight snack at this time. Before he can eat a few mouthfuls, an uninvited guest comes to visit.
Crunch…
Winnie glared at Matt who was pushing the door in front of her, and thought to herself: "This is so unprofessional..."
Matt looked back at Winnie with a guilty look, smiled sarcastically, and then continued to move forward with his dagger in hand.
There was no one in the big room, and the fireplace was unlit.
Bang!
"Oh!" The room was dark, and Matt, who was walking in front, didn't know what object he bumped into. He let out a cry of pain and almost tripped over.
"..." Winnie had a dark look on her face
Eric, who was at the end of the line, whispered softly: "How about we go..." As a result, Winnie slapped him on the head and shut up.
"What does it smell like?" Matt asked in a low voice.
"It stinks!" Eric responded with a frown.
Winnie pointed in the air with her finger in the direction of the kitchen.
Matt swallowed and continued to move forward with his sword.
The kitchen door is mostly closed, and the flickering light of the stove fire can be seen through the crack in the door.
Matt looked back at Winnie and raised his index finger
Winnie shook her head and raised her index and middle fingers. Then Matt understood the second plan and rushed in directly.
Taking a deep breath, Matt let out a howl that was more like a pig being killed, kicked open the door, and rushed in with swords in both hands. Winnie and Eric followed closely, planning to attack as soon as they entered.
Spread out, occupy the terrain, and form a semi-surrounding situation
Matt rushed into the kitchen and didn't see anyone in front of him. There was a dining table. He was about to twist his body when he was kicked by force on his butt. He stumbled towards the dining table. The dining table was made of thick wood and was awkward in style.
For the heaviness, Matt fits right into the waist and abdomen
He leaned down and was severely stuck on the edge of the table. His upper body was thrown on the table. Before he could get up, he felt a strong force coming from his back, as if he was hit by a toppling pillar. His eyes went black, and poof! A sharp pain hit his chest and abdomen.
My breath was squeezed out and I almost fainted.
At the same time, a bright sharp blade was placed on the neck of the man who had just rushed into the house. Just when she thought that at least Eric had survived, she saw Eric's chin being picked up by the tip of another sword.
Little by little entered the kitchen from the darkness of the outhouse and was wiped out. They were all captured.
"Close the door!" Neo's voice was colder than the cold wind outside.
Eric slowly moved forward under the force of the sword tip, and then used his backhand to cover the door from behind. From beginning to end, he did not dare to twist his head.
"Hey! Why aren't you wearing clothes!?" Winnie blushed and frowned. Her words made the atmosphere in the room become funny and weird.
It has to be said that Neo's posture at this moment is indeed not very elegant. One leg is on the ground and the other leg is pressing on Matt. The sword in his right hand is placed next to Winnie's neck, and the sword in his left hand is picking up Eric's chin.
For his Avni and Eric, their chest and abdomen are wide open, and their crotch is also clearly visible.
"Throw away the swords!" Neo broke the embarrassment with a sullen face.
Eric crouched down cautiously and put the sword on the ground. Winnie pouted and threw the sword forward in anger, and dropped it with a loud clang on the ground.
"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll throw the sword! I'll throw it!" Matt didn't know why. He was frightened by the sound and begged for mercy loudly. He pushed the dagger forward along the table and was completely disarmed.
"Get aside!" Neo continued to say coldly with a tigerish face, but he was already laughing and angry in his heart. Why did he meet such a loser? When did this happen? Where was this acting?
With the sharp blade shining brightly against the stove fire, Eric and Matt did not dare to object. Only Winnie showed her reluctance and muttered: "Smelly thief, stinky hooligan..."
Soon, Winnie and the others knew the source of the stinky smell in the kitchen, because the corner where the three of them were standing was the place where Neo had washed before. The ground was full of sewage and sediment. Neo asked them again
They all squatted down with their heads in their hands, so the smell was even stronger.
He picked up the weapons of Winnie and the others one by one and threw them on the table. The weapons were of the same style. The swords were stamped with numbers near the sword pavilion. The quality of the swords was still good, but the blades were not professionally polished.
So-so
Neo frowned slightly and looked at Winnie and the other three, "Souls Militia?" He paused and said, "Still a trainee!"
Neo knew that Sols would organize militia training every year starting from the Brewing Month. This was the right that the citizens of Sols had fought for themselves and the targets of militia training were the 16-20-year-old teenagers like him, now the Wind
In the middle of the month, there is still some time left before the two-month training period, but now that I have obtained the militia sword, it means that the basic training course has been completed, but... in a serious situation, it still seems too immature!
Eric, the skinniest, huddled there like a quail, thinking what to do? Matt, who had a round nose and messy short red hair, looked at Neo's toned figure with envy. Neo's muscles were not very prominent.
But the muscle tension is very good, when doing every movement
, the relevant muscle groups will be affected and highlighted, with faint edges and corners, a typical interpretation of strength and beauty. Furthermore, Neo has several particularly eye-catching scars on his body. Anyone who knows a little bit about the structure of the human body can see that all of these scars were fatal in the first place.
Injury, it’s hard to imagine that this person can survive to this day
Winnie saw the shackles on Neo's wrists and ankles. If she remembered correctly, they were heavy torture devices that only serious criminals and death row prisoners would be put on. "Fugitive? It doesn't look like someone who has done great evil..."
"
However, Neo's attitude, as if he were an adult towards a kid, made Winnie very disgusted. She admitted that Neo was quite a bitch, but so what? "It's not a big deal to make yourself stink and steal food."
How old are you, why are you pretending to be mature?"
Thinking of the huge caterpillar she had inadvertently seen before, and how it had not found a fig leaf to block it and looked arrogant until now, Winnie was so angry that she couldn't hold it down, biting the tiny
White Teeth hummed: "Smelly thief, stinky hooligan, exhibitionist..."
They didn't answer the questions, they were stupid and wilted. The three of them still didn't have the consciousness to be prisoners. Neo didn't bother to talk to such a rookie who took it for granted, and went back to the stove to mind his own business.
While warming myself over the fire, I slurped down the batter as if I was swallowing some delicacy in the world.
The food was like paste, and the smell was more pungent because the stove fire raised the temperature of the room. Winnie wrinkled her nose, which was dotted with white pockmarks, resisting the urge to vomit, and boldly asked: "Hey!
Who are you and why did you break into Aunt April's house?"
Neo didn't even look back, he stretched out his left arm and twisted it a few times, and the chain made a clattering sound.
Pouting her lips, Winnie whispered: "Why are you so arrogant? Aren't you just a fugitive?"
"I know!" Matt said with a look of sudden realization: "He is the death row prisoner. He was in the square at noon, and Eric was also there!"
Eric nodded like a chicken eating rice
"Rebel!" Seeing that Winnie was still a little confused, Matt shouted: "Rebel! Fallen!"
Neo, who was eating a lot, paused and turned his head to look at Matt with a cold look, which made Matt feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"You, what do you want to do!" Winnie also felt the coldness in Neo's eyes, and asked with some sternness.
"Do you think those in power are synonymous with justice and strictness? If I were a fallen person, would I still be hiding here and stealing food? Who is the traitor who allowed the dark forces to break into Sowers so smoothly, even the city?
The magic defense shield has completely fallen into the hands of the dark forces? Human head and pig brain!"
The three trainee militiamen opened their eyes wide, and Winnie said: "That means..."
"Shut up and think for yourself!" Neo interrupted Winnie rudely and continued to eat and drink. He had enough food to satisfy his hunger and scolded him again. Ha! He felt much more comfortable...
Winnie and the three looked at each other for a while, then began to whisper to each other.
"He doesn't look like he's lying"
"He is quite powerful, we need his help"
"Come on, he is a werewolf. If what he said is true, he will not help us."
"Why? He can prove his innocence"
"Who should I prove it to? Those in power who framed him? Or the citizens who threw stones and spit at him not long ago?"...
"Huh? Where are the others?" Winnie took a casual look and realized that Neo had disappeared at some point.
After looking at the sword on the table and then at each other, the three of them jumped up one after another and each grabbed the dagger from the table.
At this moment, bang! The kitchen door was kicked open with great force, the bolts on it were changed, and it was half tilted to the side. Two dark cultists rushed in one after another.
"Haha, three more brats!" The dark cultist in front seemed to be talking about piglets.
puff!
Another dark cultist with an obviously more restrained and calm temperament was stabbed diagonally from the back of the neck with a sharp blade, and the tip of the sword came out of his mouth. At the same time, the strong kick made the speaking dark cultist stagger like Matt not long ago.
He threw himself at the dining table. However, this dark cultist had a much better reaction than Matt. He straightened his back and with his whole body facing down, he rowed towards Winnie and the others from the table.
Eric and Matt, who had no fighting experience at all, were so shocked by this sudden scene that they even forgot to hide. Winnie even screamed "Ah!"
Amidst the sound of the iron chain shaking, a figure shot through the air from the door, fell sharply in the air, and a "scream!" sound pressed heavily on the shoulders and back of the dark cultist, and then grabbed the dark cultist's hood and hair,
Pulling back violently, the sharp sword tilted down at the same time, poof! The same thing went in from the back of the neck and came out from the mouth. Blood flowed along the blade and the tip of the sword trickled to the ground like a small stream, turning into a pool of rapidly spreading and shocking blood.
red
By the time Winnie and the others woke up, Neo was already eating the second puff of batter. The stench of the sewer was blown away by the heat in the room. It was really nauseating to smell it. Fortunately, Neo could still eat it sweetly.
delicious
Raising his head, he poured the last bit of batter into his mouth. Neo threw the rice bowl on the stove, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and turned to look at Winnie and the other three who were still a little dumbfounded: "I want the militiamen to come in advance.
Do you want to graduate? Let’s practice with dead people first.” He pointed at the dark cultists on the dining table who were waiting to be killed, and said: “You can’t even adapt to this kind of scene, and you still want to kill the lone dark cultists?”
Neo's guess was not far off. Winnie and the others were not as ruthless as Neo. The three of them wanted to capture the lone dark cultist and then torture the information from their mouths. Of course, their idea was too unreasonable.
Mature, and the combat ability is not worth mentioning. If we really encounter the dark cultists, it will not be a mistake, but a tragedy.
Winnie and the three of them gathered around the dining table, holding daggers in full swing, competing with a corpse on whether to stab or not. Neo had already deftly stripped off the clothes of another dark cultist. Only boys in this family wore men's clothing.
Yes, Neo couldn't even put it on. Now it's better. Not only does this dark cultist's clothes fit, but they are also of good quality. Neo can tell from the details such as the luster of his skin, calluses on his hands, and hair growth, that this is a life he is living.
A relatively well-off person, I don’t know what made him choose to be the devil’s lackey.
"Damn! Such a big person, but he has small feet!" Neo finally discovered the inappropriateness. The stripped dark cultist had small feet, but compared to the one at the dinner table, he could still wear it.
"Lend me two of your hairpins." Neo asked Winnie for them without any courtesy at all.
Winnie combed two braids and then tied them up, which looked very neat. When Neo said this, she was startled for a moment, then understood, hesitated, and finally took off two hairpins and stuffed them into Ni.
Austrian hands
Sure enough, Neo pulled up a chair and sat down, put his legs on the dining table, straightened the hairpin, and started tinkering with the lock.
The two shackles were all removed, and Winnie and the other three were still there, continuing to fight with the corpse. Neo looked at it and shook his head secretly, "Citizen Soles, huh..."
Tsk! Tsk! Neo tore the curtains into strips, and then began to wrap his legs, including the soles of his feet and ankle bones. He put on short boots, and then tied the simply cleaned greaves, which were on the leather armor.
On the basis of it, an iron shell is embedded in the front, and there are belts on the back to tighten it, and then there are a series of leather pieces with metal buckles that are folded and buckled. After moving it a few times, there is no discomfort. This is considered ok.
Neo's technique was skillful and professional, and very fast. Winnie and the other three were stunned. In class, they saw that the veterans from the West Wind Fighting Group who specialized in demonstrations were not so neat. Thinking back to Neo's murder just now
His professionalism and coldness at the time inevitably made his mouth feel astringent, and he sighed in his heart. He is the same age as him, but there is such a gap...
The cotton shirt on the upper body is quite good. It is made of diamond-shaped blocks using the secret sewing techniques that are just popular nowadays. It is warm, light and close to the body. The blouse with straight legs on the outside is also clearly made with fine workmanship. It looks ordinary at first glance, but it is made of cotton inside.
The design of the armor has a layer of fine wire mesh, which has a protective effect
"Huh?" This dark cultist's obvious well-dressed aroused Neo's suspicion. He took off the cultist's mask, pulled his hair and lifted it up, and then asked Winnie: "Have you seen this person before?"
Winnie and Matt both shook their heads. Only Eric looked familiar. After holding it in for a long time, he finally couldn't remember it.
Neo conducted a comprehensive and detailed search of the body, and the result was that in addition to the brocade purse containing a lot of money, there was also a detailed search.