Dark clouds cover the moon.
A pair of cavalrymen galloped down a country road, their horses' hooves kicking up dust.
They covered their faces, held torches in their hands, had machetes at their waists, and shouted loudly. At the end of the trail was a newly established village.
"Dang!"
The scimitar struck the wooden fence, and a bronze bell fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
A man in brocade clothes sat on a wooden stool with a pair of small silver scissors in his hand, trimming his nails.
Next to him, stood a masked woman, whose triangular eyes revealed a fierce look.
In front, a man wearing rags and cotton-padded clothes was dragged out of the wooden house, and there were screams of women and children in the room.
The man in rags and cotton-padded clothes shouted at the top of his lungs, "Let me go, let me go!"
"Shut up, don't yell!"
The horse bandit who was dragging him punched him hard in the mouth, his screams turned into moans of pain, and he was thrown in front of the man in brocade clothes like a dead dog.
"That's him."
The leader of the horse bandits looked down at the man on the ground with cold eyes and a mocking voice.
"Are you the village chief here?"
Ian covered his red and swollen face, nosebleeds continued to flow, and begged, "Sir, my name is Ian, and I am the village chief here."
"Our village is extremely poor. Please, sir, let us go. Let us go."
The bandit who had dragged him out earlier rubbed his hands and laughed.
"Who said that? There is a girl in the house. We have traveled so long and it's time to have some fun."
Ian turned pale when he heard this.
"No, we came here to develop the village under the order of Marquis Upper March. We are protected by the laws of the kingdom. You can't do this..."
"Kingdom law?" the bandit leader sneered, spreading his hands, "Haha, do you think we are afraid of this?"
"Haha!"
There were jeers all around.
The leader of the horse bandits leaned down, stretched out his left hand and grabbed Ian's cuff.
"It's not impossible for me to spare your life."
"I need information, exchange of equal value, do you understand?"
Ian's body kept trembling, "I understand, I understand, sir, feel free to ask, but as long as you don't hurt my wife and children, I will tell you everything."
The leader of the horse bandits said coldly, "Very good, I'm going to ask you now. If you hesitate for even a second, I will chop off your head, as well as your wife's and your children's."
Ian nodded repeatedly.
"Has a demon hunter been here in the past few days?"
"Yes, a demon hunter came to us, killed Ghoul, and collected 192 ducats from us."
"Very good, you cooperated very well."
The leader of the horse bandits' eyes lit up.
"Where is he now? Where has he gone?"
The village chief Ian raised his hand and pointed to the south of the village, "Lower March, he went to Lower March, sir."
The horse bandit leader's eyes darkened. He first loosened Ian's collar, and then quickly raised his right hand. The silver scissors in his hand radiated cold light and stabbed the latter's throat.
"Ah!"
The woman hiding behind the door screamed when she saw this scene.
Blood flowed out from the handle of the knife. Ian's face was extremely painful, his eyes were full of resentment, and he said in confusion.
"Why... why... I told you everything..."
The leader of the horse bandits took out the scissors and pushed him to the ground with a look of disgust.
"You answered too quickly, you are lying to me."
"Thump!"
Ian fell to the ground. The masked bandit who had dragged him laughed loudly, rushed into the house, and grabbed the woman. Screams and the sound of tearing clothes sounded at the same time.
The leader of the horse bandits knelt down, rummaged around Ian's body, and took out an empty glass bottle from the latter's arms.
The bottle is exquisitely made, which is definitely not something that people in this kind of village can have.
The leader of the horse bandits smelled it with his nose and smelled the refreshing mint fragrance coming from the bottle.
In the early morning, Raven flew to Arwen's shoulder and flapped its wings.
Arwen opened the cat's eyes and moved his right leg slightly.
Last night, while Mia was asleep, he cast [Healing Spell] on himself. The wound had healed a lot, but if he exercised strenuously, the wound would still crack.
"Well..."
Mia heard a murmuring voice, opened his eyelids, revealing his blurred eyes.
She looked at Arwen's side face. Her facial features were three-dimensional. If it weren't for the almost sickly skin, she would definitely be considered handsome. It would be difficult to associate it with yesterday's ferocious methods.
"You're awake."
Mia's cheeks turned slightly red and he sat upright.
Arwen pinched Igni Sign and put out the bonfire.
"Let's pack up and go back to Temple of Melitele."
"Okay."
His eyes swept over the corpses on the ground, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.
With the help of Mia, the two of them rummaged through it one by one.
But later on, Arwen's resentment became a bit heavier.
Apart from weapons, this group of "Scoia'tael" don't have a penny on their bodies.
Only the trio of the Mercenaries' Guild are a bit of a favorite.
Knight Draco's shield, armor, and 200 ducats carried with him.
Archer Vaughn's rhinoceros horn bow and the remaining six arrows in his quiver. As for the poison used to deal with Royal Wyvern, they have been used up.
The fattest one is definitely the dwarf Glenn, with his leather armor, 31 crowns, and the elven rune two-handed ax that even Arwen is secretly afraid of.
Holding the ax handle with his right hand, a heavy force came from the ax body.
Brushing the face of the ax with his left hand, he felt the unique cold metallic breath of meteorite, but [Blade Perception] had no effect on the axe. For specific data, he still had to find a specialized blacksmith to ask.
By the way, in addition to these, there is another special gain.
Two sets of Gwent.
Arwen With the corner of his mouth raised, he can also pass the time in his spare time.
Finally, his eyes looked at the body of Royal Wyvern.
It is as big as an adult draft horse and weighs nearly three tons.
How to transport Temple of Melitele back is the biggest problem now.
"Susususu..."
Raven seemed to sense something and flew into the sky.
Arwen shivered and turned around suddenly.
Mia was shocked by the former's actions.
"What's wrong?"
Arwen put down his two-handed axe, put on his hood, pinched Quen Sign with his left hand, and already touched the hilt of the giant sword with his right hand.
"Something is coming."
The rustling sound got closer and closer, accompanied by the snapping sound of dead wood breaking.
"Come out! I see you!"
Arwen Drink lightly.
A man wearing a rabbit fur coat emerged from the pine forest, carrying a mahogany bow and arrow behind him.
When he saw Arwen's movements and the giant sword, he immediately raised his hands.
"Wow, wait a minute, wait a minute, I have something to say."
"Your Excellency Youxia, I am Zachary, the hunter of Town of Frankenthal."
"I smelled the smell of blood, so I came here to see if there were any prey. If I offend you, I will leave immediately."
"Zachary?"
Mia said with surprise in his eyes and a joyful tone.