Even in the local area, the locals crowded out these outlets under the leadership of the manor of the manor. Although the people at the bottom were born with compassion, this kind of sympathy was only based on the premise that their own interests were not shaken. It seems that the selfishness of the surname of the heavens has pushed the situation of these poor people to a worse situation; they are powerless to compete with the locals for the resources of life, and they can only enter the forest to warm up each other, but even so, they must face local discrimination. With suspicion, above these circumstances, the situation of these refugees from the Bucce region can be imagined.
In fact, the refugees have to face the uneasiness of the future, because even the last place where they depended for their livelihood is nominally the territory of a Lord Count in Bruglas. In order not to force the riots, nobles had to pretend not to see the actions of these poor people, but the Lord Count may not be satisfied with this disposal, he does not care about this loss, but this absolute can not be his loss alone Otherwise, is he not a fool in the eyes of other people? In fact, Lord Count had made a request to the Council of Nobles to ask for the ‘thieves’ that had taken over his land.
This kind of thing is unbelievable to ordinary people, but the Council of Nobles has to carefully consider the Lord Count’s request to protect the legal property of noble, which is a serious proposition.
Old Marden sat on the edge of a bonfire, wearing a uniform garrison uniform, but the corner wash was already somewhat whitish. This military uniform seemed to symbolize his honor, although still meticulous, but it was past tense. . More or less about the Council of Nobles has been passed to his ears. He looks at the heavy night, long sighed, and sorrow seems to infiltrate every wrinkle on the forehead of the old man. He did not choose to leave with Brando and Freya, because Bucce is his duty, and the youngster should let the youngster let go. As for him, his old bones have experienced too much wind and frost. Let him bury it here.
He couldn’t give up the feelings with this land, and he couldn’t give up the familiar taste in Bucce’s soil. Everyone is still here, how can he be separated.
But nowadays, the situation has been a glimpse, and the poor land has nothing to produce. The Lord Count also forbids the refugees to go hunting in the forest. Although they can also warm the wood, many people have already opened the pot. The key is that everyone lacks hope for tomorrow. It seems that one day, like a walking dead, has become numb, and has lost the ability to think, hope, and swear. When did such a scorpion begin? Old Marden often remembers the past seasons, and his heart becomes heavier.
The only thing that made him happy was another rumor heard by these scorpions.
There was a loud noise in the distance.
Marden frowned, Phineas The group of youngsters really didn’t stop.
“Essen, Maxim, you are going to block their back!”
“Niberto, you go call your brothers Vlad and Ike, hurry up, don’t dilly-dallying!”
The pedestrians on the street have retreated, as if they were accustomed to this scene. On the open space they gave up, the two groups of youngsters were each lined up in a row. They wear the military uniforms of the militia team and the garrison. However, most of the military uniforms are somewhat obsolete, and some of them are full of patches. Only the sword in the hands is cold, but most of them are tied with numbness on the hilt. Off the guard, there is no weight hammer; on the other side, wearing the uniform of Bruglas Patrol Cavalry team, well-equipped, high-spirited, even the boots at the foot are shining, at a glance, it is known in the city of Bruglas Children.
At this time, it is the Little Phineas who is scheduling the Bucce militia in the command. He is at least one head taller than a year and a half ago, wearing the uniform of the guard team. After the War of Black Rose, he was elected by Marden to be the guard of Bucce’s. The team reserve team, but not long after that, the Bucce Guard became a historical compilation and completely lost its sense of existence.
“Phineas!” The youngsters of the Patrol Cavalry team said: “Count Najin has already taken back the land. You illegal group of people, don’t you hurry up?”
Little Phineas snorted dismissively: “The big words are still placed in the Council of Nobles. After discussing the results, it’s not too late. You guys don’t want to take advantage of this opportunity to get some benefits, and they don’t know who was last smashed. It’s a good nose and a swollen face. It’s a good scar. I forgot my pain.”
“what did you say!?”
“Little bastard!”