Son of the Olden Days

"I went in and watched it. It was all dead, but it wasn't a strong poison, but a powder with a paralyzing effect to control the scene." A subordinate walked over to Yi Wen to report.

Yiwen nodded indifferently, he just knew the result of something, and he didn't bother to deliberate the process.

The entire mercenary team was broken up, and Yiwen and one of his men were far behind Sol and the others. Some of the others ran in front of Sol and blocked them in all directions to prevent them from escaping.

"Why don't you just grab them, but send them back?" The subordinates beside him couldn't restrain the doubts in their hearts and asked.

Yiwen twirled the tail of his beard, turned his head and glanced at his hand.

"Do you still have any sympathy? Others are dead, okay? Strictly speaking, the woman died because of me. Look at the sadness on their faces, so rich, they are about to drown the entire wilderness, you feel Isn't it?"

"You have to do at least wait for someone to bury the woman? Otherwise, we have to bury one more person."

"..." The subordinate opened his mouth speechlessly, feeling very reasonable.

After two steps, his subordinates finally remembered it for themselves, and it was obvious that Yiwen's neuroticism had reappeared.

It was not because of **** sympathy at all, but his competitive spirit. After all, after hearing the news of his brother Barton's disappearance, Yiwen took a group of his men and put aside an extremely important secret in his hands, and ran across several territories one after another.

From the cautious and vigilant calculations when he first entered the town, to the gradual separation of the truth of the whole thing, it was unexpected that the final goal was such two little guys. It's too easy, like crushing two ants to death, it's unavoidable.

The neurosis of Yiwen lies in the fact that people like him like to challenge and learn, especially on the level of intelligence.

In fact, he does not advocate force. Sometimes when he sees his opponent being driven to a dead end or giving up resistance, he will suddenly stop, leaving others time and opportunities to lay out his opponents.

Although it seems to be a little bit willful, but having been active in the wilderness together for so many years, all of them have long been accustomed to it. At least Yiwen is very principled. In terms of fairness and taking care of his subordinates, he has always been a leader who has nothing to say.

Just take a few steps. It's not far anyway, just take a walk, the subordinates thought casually.

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Shuggs and Saul walked silently on the road.

In fact, from the moment he stepped out of the forest ranger's hut, Saul immediately felt the lingering sense of peeking haunting his mind again, and he didn't bother to care. Although he knows that the enemy is there, and maybe everyone has never seen him face to face, it is the kind of life and death.

After walking for a while, Saul gradually became a little confused.

What are those **** guys waiting for? Put stress on?

After walking for a while, looking at Shuggs who was quietly beside him, Saul suddenly felt more and more irritable in his heart.

Such silence is too painful.

Sol's mood has been fluctuating along the way. He sometimes wants to shout in the wilderness. How crazy is it? How cruel is it? Come all together, we don't care.

But the next moment, thinking about what Cowell used to be, he felt that everything had become dull, and even the urge to draw a sword was lost.

In this kind of haunting suffering, the two finally returned to Thor's tomb-keeper's hut.

Then each took the tools, dug the tomb, and watched Shuggs plunge Cowell into the soil with a sad expression on his face.

The silence is still spreading, as endless as the vast darkness.

Until they took the shovel back into the hut and sat down, they still did not wait for the birdmen of Ivan to come.

Okay, it seems that there is still some drinking time left.

Saul and Shuggs faced each other in silence, their cups were full, and they quickly drank a few pots of wine. Then he sat silently, as quiet as two corpses.

"The two boys seem to have accepted their fate. Let's go and meet these two little brothers. I really envy them that they can meet a reasonable opponent like me." Outside the house, Yi Wen's waiting finally reached its limit, his tone was very serious. Stand up disappointedly.

I didn't wait for the imaginary back player or support, **** it, there really was nothing.

"Humm~~Humm." There was a knock on the door.

Saul laughed and finally came, and at this moment he even felt a little relieved and relieved.

However, opening the door, Sol's smile solidified on his face.

"My sister, she didn't go home all day. When I went to Scarlet Rose to deliver her food at noon, they said she hadn't been to the guild all day. I didn't seem to be able to find her, what should I do?" , Irene asked worriedly.

Can't find her? ......Oh, she is behind me, in the cemetery, in eternal sleep.

Sol held the door frame in silence, speechless again.

After a while, Thor finally spoke, using a slightly louder than usual voice, not only for Irene, but also for the guys lurking in the dark.

"Couville..., she died. Because of me..., well, it should be said that it was because of some of the things I did. Now the enemy has come to the door, but the group of trash did not find the right creditor, and it hurt her."

Irene took a step back subconsciously and looked at Saul with some horror. It took a while before she suddenly realized that this was not a joke. It's hard to tell whether her gaze was sad, shocked, unwilling to believe, or something else.

"Woo~Woo, I don't believe it, you lied to me, right?"

Seeing Irene crying heartbroken, watching her bear the malice of this world with a weak body, Saul raised his hand, wanting to hug her again, but when he raised it halfway, he turned into a waved gesture decisively .

"...Hehe, what's the point of a silly girl like you? But let me think about it, Kletty, Kris, Savannah, well, you should be ranked sixth among all my women. Location." Saul spit out a string of names lightly.

"I told you a long time ago that people like us have always been indifferent to feelings. If you have fun, you can warm each other. If you don't have it, it's nothing. You can also be happy for each other."

"Let's go, now that's OK, if you are lonely, you can still come to me at any time. As for those who are sad and sad, you don't have to. They are all adults who love me. After all, you have to get used to being bruised and bruised."

It is obviously difficult to be kind today, and perhaps it is too late to cut it off now, do your best, Saul thought sadly.

"Woo~ I don't believe it, I heard it, you are drunk, you are lying to me, right?" Irene insisted stubbornly.

Thor squeezed the door tightly, with an expression of impatience, waving his hands roughly.

"Get out of here, stop crying and crying here, to be honest, you bore me a bit."

"I may never tell you that the soup you made for me doesn’t taste very good. I quietly poured it out, but I didn’t feel embarrassed to tell you. There were two other times when you came to me and knocked on the door. Actually, I was there. In the house, but I pretend not to be because you sometimes make me feel like a group of ducks."

"Duck, you should know? A quack and very annoying animal."

After listening to Saul's words, Irene suddenly lost her voice, and she squatted down as she covered her heart. Saul's heart also tore abruptly, and he almost couldn't hold back and stretched out his hand.

Fortunately, she stood up again after all, said nothing, and ran away with tears.

Gazing greedily at the fading back figure, Saul carved it in the softest part of his heart.

I once told you that even if the end of the world comes, I will always be by your side. At any moment, I will be your shield. But it turned out that things were coming, and I was just like this.

"So many women? The kid is very powerful now!" In the darkness, a subordinate sighed with shock.

Ivan gave him a slightly amused look.

"You're not really that stupid, are you? Obviously the two little ghosts have already noticed our existence. Right now they are making up a story to alienate his woman. Tsk tsk! It's kind of a sense of responsibility."

"Then shall we arrest this woman?" the subordinate asked in hindsight.

"Are you sick? What's the point of embarrassing a little girl. Look at how simple this country girl is. Maybe one day when I take off my armor and abandon my armor, I might choose such a woman to come to the end of life." Yi Wen Said with a look yearning.

"Boom~~Boom." The door that had just closed was knocked again soon.

Sol got up again and opened the door, and Ivan and Sol, who took the lead, stared at each other across the door frame.

Ivan knew that in fact, the relationship between him and Sol was not just the blood feud between his brothers, as they thought. Their relationship should have started two years ago, when Precia. He was very curious that this little guy would treat himself Say something.

But Sol didn't say anything and didn't ask anything, so he turned around and walked into the room without closing the door, which obviously meant each other at random.

Yiwen didn't care too much, and filed in with all his subordinates.

There is limited space in the tombkeeper's hut. Ten people crowded in it is slightly crowded, but they can stand still.

"Are you still playing bows and arrows?" Evan looked around the room with interest. When his gaze flicked over the bows and arrows hanging on the wall, he tilted his head and shook his chin at Saul, using a joke.

Bows and arrows are no longer the mainstream weapon in this dark continent. Because there is no field of vision, Thor occasionally runs into the candlelight at the bottom of the well to practice. It is appropriate to say that it is playing.

"Hobby." Saul shrugged.

"I believe you know what I came for. My brother Barton Semill arrived in Grayscreen in the fall and never returned. Can you tell me where he went?" Ivan stared at Saul.

"Of course the dead are in the soil, otherwise they can fly into the sky?" Sol asked a little amusedly.

One of his men stepped forward, trying to bite Saul, but Ivan waved his hand. He never likes his subordinates to use their hands and feet at every turn. It doesn't make sense. He feels that language is truly artistic.

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