Chapter 16

"Boring."

With a long gun and shield in his hand, Francis stood at the door of the Lord's house. He looked at the empty street in front of him and sighed: "I have no one, but I have to guard the door... Hiss - it's cold!"

The eaves were frozen, the white ground was frosty, and the cold early in winter made him shiver slightly. The armor made of steel could not keep warm, and the leather armor was penetrated by the cold like paper. But even so, Francis did not put down his guard, but carefully observed the movement around him.

He complains incessantly, but after more than ten years as a mercenary, he also knows that he should take money and do things. The doorkeeper is really uncomfortable, but it's better than fighting with people.

Francis is aware of the attack that just happened near the gate of the big city. He heard the news not long after he got up. It is said that the Herald said that the Raider was powerful and defeated 50 heavy armour long Gunners by one person. Now he is still lurking in the city. No wonder his employer is so careful.

It's not fifty farmers. It's fifty soldiers! It's really inconceivable to defeat them by one person. Even the head of their mercenary regiment may not be able to do it.

Although Francis didn't think that the Raider would choose to attack when everyone was on the strongest guard, he would still do everything he could. As long as he got the money, he would never fish in troubled waters. This is his code and persistence.

As for the guy who was supposed to watch the door with him, but claimed that the weather was too cold, said that he would go back to get his clothes, but now he hasn't come back... After all, people are different, he doesn't want to be like that.

After forty, Francis has not yet broken through the silver level. As a human being, it means that he is not likely to advance to the golden glory. However, even if there is no possibility of progress in the future, he has at least rich combat experience. Mercenaries can continue to eat this meal for seven or eight years until he is exhausted in his fifties, He would think about finding a place to buy a piece of land and live the rest of his life in peace.

But will mercenaries have the rest of their lives? What a cool joke.

Being amused by his own idea, Francis suddenly heard the voice except the wind.

TA, Ta, TA.

At the corner of the street, there were footsteps.

It was inaudible at first, but as he approached, the sound grew louder and louder, until Francis turned his head doubtfully and looked at the corner where the footsteps came from.

If it was normal, no one would pay attention to the sound of footsteps, but since the beginning of martial law, few people in this city came out to walk in the streets. Coupled with the turmoil and cold in the morning, no one came out today. In this case, there was such a clear sound of footsteps. No wonder Francis was puzzled.

After a while, a tall man with black hair appeared in his vision. A young girl with silver hair and green pupils was beside him. According to her height, she seemed to be a little like father and daughter. Well, it should be brother and sister, right? But it's not the right color.

No, no, no, no matter how good the relationship is, the most strange thing is why these two people come out at this time? It was so cold that there was an attack before.

There was a moment of confusion in his mind, but Francis immediately regained his mind. Looking at the two people getting closer and closer, he didn't have time to be eccentric, so he immediately went forward, frowned and said in a loud voice: "please stop, guys. The forbidden area is ahead, please make a detour!"

"... very dedicated."

After a few seconds of silence, the man with black hair nodded. He didn't seem to care about Francis's serious expression and weapons. He said to himself, "so many people, you have the strength of a fighter."

"What... What so many people?"

After thinking about this sentence, Francis suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood in the wind. Suddenly, a chill came to his spine.

(yes, there are many people patrolling around. It's impossible for these two people to walk to the door of the Lord's mansion, isn't it

He opened his eyes, looked at a man and a woman in front of him, and opened his mouth silently.

"Those people are dead."

Seeing Francis's expression, the man's voice didn't fluctuate at all. He replied flatly: "you'll be the same later."

He's the guy who raided the gate!

It's just a guess. It seems that he didn't make a wrong guess. Although he hasn't made a move yet, Francis just glanced at the man and felt like he was in fear. His feet couldn't help shaking and his whole body was shaking.

In front of me, 17 heavily armed soldiers were killed with one sword, and the terrible monster of several patrol soldiers was killed without a sound. Looking at the breath, it didn't reach the Golden State, but it must be easy enough to solve him. Both sides are not on the same level at all!"... please leave!"

Trembling, he controlled the gun with his hands that barely restrained the trembling. Francis pointed the gun at the man in front of him. Although there was still fear in his eyes, he didn't step back. Instead, he said in a loud voice: "repeat, this is the forbidden area. I'm going to attack again!"

In front of him, the black haired man was dressed in a simple leather coat and riding suit. He didn't have anything that could be called a weapon on his body. There was a small blood stain on his trouser legs. It seems that he didn't even use a weapon to kill those patrol mercenaries. It's really beyond imagination.

Just because he understood the strength of the other side, when Francis said this, he felt his heart was grasped by one hand, and the grip became tighter and tighter, and the blood all over his body was out of control - but he still did not put down his weapon, even if his hands lost strength due to fear, he did not step back.

To collect money is to do things, to get a commission is to do his duty, to guard the door is his duty, this is his responsibility, of course, there are mercenaries for money without limit, arbitrarily abandon the task of the kind of person, but he Francis is not, even if the strength is not strong, but his will will will not shrink back.

Fighting is not terrible. Fighting to death is the basic consciousness of the imperial people, and the tenacity of the northern people is far superior to other imperial people. As a northern mercenary, Francis has his own pride! Even if there is no chance of winning, he will fight!

"Good willpower."

The black haired man looked at the long gun in Francis's hand, which pointed directly at his throat. He didn't move at all. He just said a kind of praise: "it's a pity."

And then... There's no then.

In front of him, the man with black hair suddenly disappeared. When a gust of wind blew, Francis felt that his chest was stuffy. The gun in his hand was suddenly cut off in half by the sudden force, and his body seemed to lighten a lot. He flew to a high place and slowly fell down

His will sank into the darkness, before he fell into the deepest coma, The mercenary vaguely heard the huge sound of the closed door being opened by a blow