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◎We don't have the problem of killing or not killing. ◎

In the Qingfeng Plain at the end of September, the desolate weeds were removed, and the few farmlands that had been opened up by people were full of wheat waves. Even though everyone knew that the wheat inside was dry, it was always the joy of harvest.

It's just that the tax collection order just promulgated a few days ago has cast an indelible shadow on everyone's faces.

A young girl with a delicate face was standing by the stream that was not thicker than her own waist, struggling to shake the soaked clothes. Her expression was full of melancholy, and she seemed to have no clue about the dark future.

However, compared to the previous period when people came to harass and rob at every turn, and even took away the only cow in the family, the recent peace and good life, without worrying about uninvited guests coming to the door, is much better.

── Waiting for Aunt Anne, who she helps to sell black bread, to wash a few more quilts. Before winter comes, I should be able to save enough money for my father to see a doctor for his leg injury, right?

"Betty! Betty!" The sound of hasty footsteps sounded from behind the tall haystack, and horseshoes neighed in the distance, suddenly and quietly shattering the rare tranquility.

The little girl with a buttock on the tip of her nose covered her face with a handkerchief, her eyes were full of shattered worries, she grabbed the girl's shoulder forcefully, and her whole body trembled unconsciously.

"Uncle wants me to tell you to run to Black Front Fortress quickly! Go now! Take the money and don't go home!"

A small cloth bag that was greasy and could not see its original color, wrapped with three copper coins, was stuffed heavily into Betty's arms by the little girl.

The girl with freckles seemed to be chasing after a wolf, and her expression was quite panicked.

She didn't even care about the quilt in the creek, which was unaffordable compared to the two-person family, and kept pushing Betty to leave the Breeze Plain.

There were wailing and reprimands coming from afar, indicating the unrest in the village.

Betty stumbled past the statue of the Temple of Light. His stalwart figure, boundless divine power, and seemingly ubiquitous miracles could lighten the blood-red wine in the cups of the nobles, but could not dispel the gloom in the hearts of the common people.

Even poverty is a sin.

──Generation after generation has become their shackles, and it is impossible to see whether there will be a dawn at the end.

"No!" Betty suddenly turned her head, she could tell that the person who was wailing in pain was her father!

Old Tom's leg was broken last year because the family couldn't pay the taxes, and he didn't want to dedicate the woman to the big men.

It was cold in winter, and the milk that the old cow in the family barely squeezed had to be sold. After running around for a few times, the broken leg was completely useless.

Instead of thinking about it, according to the evil tastes of those adults, if you can't squeeze enough oil from them at this moment, you will take pleasure in torturing civilians.

──Whoever can scream more miserable, or even die the strangest, will be able to please these old gentlemen, and even exempt this year's tax.

"This is Uncle's choice!" Isn't the freckled girl afraid?

Her house and Betty's house are opposite each other, and they grew up together when they were young, and even fled to Qingfeng Plain with the support of the two families.

That is to say, the freckle girl's family still has tailoring skills to make ends meet, otherwise, in terms of living, it really wouldn't be better than Betty's family.

"Uncle and the others said that I want to personally take you to the pass to the Black Front Fortress!"

The freckled girl was also worried about her own family, after all, it was well known that they had a close relationship with Betty's family.

It's hard to guarantee that those elders will hit their own houses hard because they can't find Betty and can't get the right to be the first night.

"Betty, don't hesitate! You can't let Uncle and their efforts go to waste!"

The freckled girl's voice was distressed.

Betty's legs felt slightly weak.

──Of course she knew that the girl with freckles was right, and even the other party could successfully cover her eyes and come over to report the news, with the help of Aunt Annie.

"But I'm not reconciled!" Betty thought of the hardships her family had suffered over the years. Every year, there were familiar faces buried under the haystacks in the Breeze Plain.

They never died from not working hard, nor did they die from the rules of the game in the Breeze Plain...but from repeated man-made disasters!

"We are not wrong! I will use the money to hire the Rose Mercenary Group and kill them!"

The girl's expression was no longer as delicate and melancholy as before, but despair and ferocity were added.

The tranquility that once sang and rejoiced, along with the escape of less than two miles, is like the wind on the breeze plain, and can never be chased back.

The shoes under the feet, which had been worn down until only a thin layer of sole remained, were stuck on the ground like a rock, and no matter how much the freckled girl pushed and dragged, she couldn't move... Perhaps, the freckled girl herself didn't want to continue running away right?

The world is so big, but also so small.

If the two little girls want to escape, where can they escape?

"Betty!"

The freckled girl was very anxious, she said so, but the two of them were unarmed, what would they do against those old men who had good food, good food, and weapons and horses?

"Let's be realistic! Only when people are alive, can there be hope!"

And at this moment, a burst of black smoke burst out from the small houses in front, and it was thickening and blackening. The strong wind brought a strong stench, which made the faces of the two little girls change drastically!

"Go to the water!"

"My God! Old Tom!"

"Save the child first!"

"Where are the Antasen family?"

"Just now, I fell into the sea of ​​fire with the masters!"

The cries one after another, as well as the sound of houses collapsing, immediately shattered the fragile tranquility that the village tried to maintain like a death knell.

The two little girls hugged each other tightly, their hearts full of despair.

──Let’s not say that any collision with the elders will make them pay for their lives, not to mention that the two families are dragging the elders to die in order to protect their children...

──Now they only have each other.

"Woohoo, let me see, how can there be two birds leaving the nest so disturbed here?"

A suffocating voice floated lightly, and suddenly Betty and Sunny were shivering like cold water.

They turned their heads slowly, expecting from the bottom of their hearts that the person who came was not the Temple of Light, or the servants of those elders.

After all, the village is not big, and if something is wrong, it may not be impossible to come back and help out at their speed.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

Sensing the panic of the two little girls, the man patted his head in frustration, and then took out a crimson lute, deliberately revealing a carved pattern on the bottom.

"The Rose Mercenary Group are your knights and your dedicated servants."

The bard wore a braided cord studded with golden bells, loosely braided with silver hair, and looped around his neck and shoulders.He was wearing a half mask, with golden eyes dotted with makeup on his head, and he looked quite clear and beautiful.

Rose Mercenary Group!

It turned out to be the Rose Mercenary Group!

The most elusive, yet cheap, solid and reliable rose mercenary group in Qingfeng Plain!

"As long as you call out sincerely and are really troubled by difficulties, we will definitely show up to share your worries and relieve your labor."

The bard was tall, but elegant in etiquette. He plucked the strings with his fingertips and made a pleasant sound.

"Both charming ladies, may I ask if you have any anxiety that I would like to serve you?"

Betty could barely catch her breath.

But she didn't know that her eyes were flushed, and the companions around her burst into tears.

"My lord, I don't have much money, but I can work well."

After suffering several times, Betty is no longer an innocent and ignorant child.

Although the Rose Mercenary Corps charged low fees, they did not come out to do charity.In this chaotic year, taking it for granted is tantamount to pawning your life to the god of death.

"As long as you kill Viscount Mori, then I will be at your disposal."

The Rose Mercenary Group accepts the client as a pawn, but anyone who is willing to sign a contract of sale has a chance to be designated to hunt down.

So far, Betty and the others have never heard of any failed assassination...even if there are senior personnel from the Temple of Light.

"Ah, you know."

The bard obviously didn't expect the little girl to be so courageous, but he made a decision in just a few minutes.

But with his ability, he may not know what happened in front of him.Because the bard thought about it for at most two seconds, he decisively took out a piece of parchment and a tube of special ink quill, and handed them to Betty.

"Since you have made such a decision, you have to sign it."

Speaking of transactions, the bard restrained his lazy temperament a little and became a little serious.

"If you sign, you must give up your belief in the God of Light, and you will no longer be a member of the Avignon Empire, and you will become a member of the Rose Mercenary Group from now on."

"We promise not to force you to do more than you can do, and we will take care of your literacy and education, and keep you fed and clothed."

Betty has not heard these details, but she has to admit that even one step forward will fall into hell...

But the scene depicted by the bard is so damn heart-wrenching.

"Me! I am willing too!" The freckled girl was afraid, but since the little friend chose to trust the Rose Mercenary Group, she would not show weakness!

"I want to sign a contract too! I hope you can kill the bishop of the Temple of Light!"

Although the increase in taxes was related to the empire, the substantial benefits fell into the pockets of the Temple of Light.

Although the people's status is not high, they are not stupid.

The nobles and magicians bowed their heads to the Temple of Light, and the Emperor's position also bowed to the Temple of Light.

──But did this make their lives better?

──No!

"Okay, signing one is a sign, and signing two is also a sign." The bard smiled and took out another parchment, in duplicate, and asked the freckled girl to sign her ugly, even illegible name.

When the two little girls made their last strokes, the parchment burned automatically without wind, and the background was the sound of horseshoes approaching by the enemy, but they were no longer afraid in their hearts.

As the bard picked up the lute, the smile on his face faded away,

"Since taking over the job, there is no question of whether to kill or not to kill on our side, only the consideration of when the target will die."

"The two urgent commissions have been received. Next, it's time for my bard to perform."

──The blood-red strings of the lute were instantly fluctuated, the bard's lips groaned, and those golden eyes locked on the prey, and revealed a bright red snake letter to the other party.

──Even if you flee to the remotest corners of the earth, death is the only end of the same journey.