Medieval White Elf Story

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After taking a shower, Dibelli prepared Flynn's dinner early.

What the army eats every day depends on what they grab from civilians that day. Thanks to Baron Toharga, Flynn basically has the right to choose the loot he collects every day to decide his menu for the day, but the main thing is bread. Add vegetable soup, and occasionally eggs, and meat will be provided to the nobles as soon as possible. Flynn's status is not high enough to receive special supplies, so he hasn't had much meat for a while.

Di Bailey got a grouse from somewhere today to replenish his young master's health. Flynn moved his index finger when he smelled the aroma of meat, and immediately decided to eliminate the grouse. He could not let Di Bailey down. A piece of mind.

Just as he was about to take action, a woman's panicked scream came from outside, forcing Flynn to put down the tableware and go out to check.

As soon as he left the camp, he met a retinue of Duke Zeon, and Flynn directly asked what happened.

"It's nothing. Some of the subordinates wanted to have some fun, but that girl didn't seem to be very willing." The subordinates explained the whole story to Flynn with a smile.

Needless to say, it was probably the well-fed retinue who was looking for a woman again.Nobles can spend money to find professional women to take care of their physiological needs in the military camp. The servants and soldiers who have no money can only choose to attack the women caught from the road to wash and cook. Flynn has encountered this kind of thing frequently, but the name of the woman The sound was very miserable, and it seemed that the subordinates had used force.

Usually, these captured peasant girls have dual identities as coolies and special tools. In order to obtain enough food in the military camp, the only thing they can use is their own natural capital, and many of them are completely degraded. For special practitioners.

Whether voluntarily or not, Flynn had learned to turn a blind eye to such things, but now it sounded like a completely immoral act was going on, and Flynn felt it would be unjust to keep pretending to be deaf.

He called his retinues and walked through the nobles' camp area to the soldiers' camp. Without much effort, he saw three or four retinues of unknown nobles laughing and trying to get a red card. The woman with long hair dragged her into the woods next to the camp.

The woman was obviously aware of her situation and tried desperately to struggle, but she was no match for these followers, especially the leader with a pockmarked face who directly grabbed the woman's hair and dragged her on the ground. That was why Flynn listened. to the origin of the scream.

Flynn gritted his teeth and signaled to his followers to block the group's way.

The pockmarked retinue and his companions were startled by the sudden appearance of Cheng Yaojin. They thought he wanted to join them, so they started shouting unhappily at Di Bailey and others.

"Do you understand the rules? Come on after we're done having fun. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

Flynn's face was livid, he glared at the pockmarked servant and said, "Let this woman go."

Only then did the group notice Flynn behind Dibelli, and saw a little boy dressed as an aristocrat giving them orders, and several of them looked at each other.

No matter how old Flynn is, as long as he is a noble, they and other big-headed soldiers cannot afford to mess with him. After holding back for several days, he found such a pretty woman and was ready to vent his anger, but he was suddenly penetrated. He felt very unhappy, so even if Flynn spoke, but these people still had no intention of letting go of the woman.

"Whose retinues are you?" Flynn's eyes passed over the faces of several retinues in turn, and he continued to ask in a louder voice, "Tell me, which noble family's subordinates are so wanton and reckless."

Seeing Flynn's unkind expression, these guys gave up and let go of the woman.

The woman who had escaped from the disaster realized that she had met her savior and ran to Flynn crawlingly.

"Cloak." Flynn ordered his followers.

Taking the cloak taken off by one of the guards, Flynn put it on the woman. The pock-marked guard saw Flynn's actions and knew that the cooked duck was about to fly away, and secretly regretted why he had not blocked the woman's mouth in advance.

Flynn looked at the pockmarked servant and snorted, "I don't want to see a similar situation happen again. I am the heir of Viscount Bain. Remember my name. If you are not satisfied, ask your lord to come to me in person."

Ignoring these followers, he turned around and returned to his tent. The stewed grouse soup would not taste good after it had cooled down.

Dibelli and others were still worried that these big-headed soldiers would do something irrational, so they continued to be on guard until Flynn was far away, and then they hurriedly caught up with them.

After making sure that the other party had not followed, Dibelli watched as the rescued woman was in trouble again.

"Master, what should I do with this woman?"

The question stopped Flynn in his tracks.

I couldn't bear to save someone at the moment, so I couldn't just let it go. I just patted my butt and left, otherwise this woman would still be caught in the woods.

Now that you have been a good person once, of course you can only stick to it to the end.

"Go and find out how she was caught here and where she lives. If it's not far away, give her some money and let her go home."

Di Bailey nodded in agreement. He was very worried that his young master had fallen in love with this woman, and it would be more or less inconvenient to keep her by his side. Since the young master did not mean this, he was relieved.

The woman was obviously frightened. Dibelli tried to hand her a few silver coins but didn't know how to accept them. Her eyes widened and she hugged the cloak tightly and shivered.It seemed that it would leave quite a psychological shadow in the future. Flynn sighed.

Recalling the village he passed today, because the lord it belonged to had a relationship with the Principality of Zeon, he was only extorted from some food. It should be safe, so Flynn arranged for Dibelli to take the woman to the village. Arrange for the village steward to help take care of her for a period of time, and then go home after her mental state recovers.

After returning to his tent, Flynn looked at the still warm grouse soup but had completely lost his appetite.

It is simply impossible to expect the nobles to restrain their subordinates. The nobles who are not even willing to give weapons and food to the soldiers will not care about the corruption of military discipline. The targets of the soldiers' evil deeds are ordinary civilians and not their own territory. Since the people in the territory do not even have the only value that can play a role, such as paying taxes and donations, the value of these people has completely disappeared. Then let the soldiers have fun as they please, which can also boost morale. Let the soldiers go to the battlefield and work hard for themselves.

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