At night, the bright moon hangs high.
There are no clouds in the sky, and the deep blue sky is the main color tonight.
Oh no, maybe it's too early to say that.
"Help!! Help!! Ah!!"
Another tribesman lost his life.
The robber squatted down and took out the eyeball that turned red due to the rapid surge of emotions.
"Is this one of the seven beauties in the world? That's it."
The man scratched his head and looked at the Scarlet Eyes in his hand with some depression.
Sure enough, we don't understand the aesthetics of the rich.
"Stop talking nonsense and put it on quickly!"
The robber's companion disliked the man's slowness and threw a cylindrical bottle in disgust.
This man had a samurai sword on his waist, wore a Japanese bathrobe, and had a cold face.
His eyes were calm and indifferent.
But a trace of disgust could not help but emerge in my heart.
He hates doing this kind of thing that destroys the human race.
Although, sometimes it is troublesome not to cut the grass and root out the root.
"Nobunaga, hurry up, we have to report to the group leader later."
The companions around him urged, Nobunaga·Hachama stopped thinking, nodded, and followed.
In the distance, standing on the hillside, the deputy patriarch Carter, who learned that someone was coming, looked at this scene in disbelief.
There is blood everywhere.
Mixed with the bodies of the tribesmen.
His eyes were trembling, he was helpless and confused.
With a little fear, I froze in place for a moment.
But soon, my mind was filled with huge anger!
Unforgivable! Unforgivable!
The clan members fell to the ground one by one, which aroused the man's bloodshed.
He was about to have a fight with the bandits and robbers below, but was stopped by the seriously injured old patriarch.
"Quick! Carter, take these children and escape from here! Hurry!"
Covering his wound, the old clan leader knew that he could not escape this disaster.
In fact, as early as decades ago, the old man sensed that the day of genocide would eventually come.
Not for anything else, just for the greedy human heart!
And the so-called beauty bestowed by the rich!
But so what?
Kurta Clan people are not born to fight.
Love of peace, kindness and righteousness have long been engraved in my bones.
Even if that's not the case, what's the use?
Can more than a hundred people in the clan be able to fight against the world?
It's difficult, almost impossible.
Therefore, they could only set up camp in this small land that was easy to defend and difficult to attack with the belief of God's blessing.
It's a pity that God did not favor them.
The common man's love for jade finally attracted bad people!
Who is wrong?
Are there Kurta Clan people who are not good at war but have Scarlet Eyes?
Or are they this group of robbers who hang their heads on their waists for money?
No, no one is right.
The mistake lies in the group of aristocratic and wealthy people who are arrogant and pointing fingers at 'beauty'.
They put a price tag on "beauty" and offered a reward.
Under heavy reward, there will be reckless people.
Whatever is supposed to come will come.
But...!
"Protect them well and be sure to leave the seeds! Be sure to leave the seeds!"
His blood-covered hand held Carter's wrist tightly, and the patriarch's eyes were filled with stubbornness and a glimmer of hope that was not obvious.
"But... but I am the deputy patriarch! I should..."
I should be at the front! Instead of watching my clan members die one by one, and have their eyes gouged out by bandits one by one!
The patriarch shook his head and stared at him. "They are too powerful, there is nothing we can do. Now, your task is to let these children live well!"
Carter hesitated for a moment, and his whole body froze in place.
His eyes were full of struggle.
Finally, he compromised.
"Okay, I will definitely protect them!"
Hearing that his trusted deputy finally agreed, the patriarch slowly let out his last breath.
Even his strength was exhausted.
Half-kneeling on the spot, the old man smiled and said, "Let's go quickly, we old bones can still hold off for a while."
Carter looked at the clansmen below who were still fighting, and then at the clan leader who had given up.
Gritting his teeth, he turned his head and ran towards the place where the children were hiding.
The patriarch looked at his deputy running desperately and smiled.
Happy and guilty.
Sorry, you can only be the 'sinner'.
You must protect the children.
Find a clean place without the intrusion of the world and live incognito.
Forget about today's suffering.
Just live happily.
Let the legacy of Scarlet Eyes continue to be passed down.
I know this is hard, especially for you.
So, I'm sorry, this time, just be a sinner.
Dear Carter.
It's me, old man, I can't help you.
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