"Boring."

With a spear and shield in hand, Francis stood at the door of the Lord's Mansion, he looked at the empty street in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: "Obviously there is no one, but you still want me to guard the door...... Shhhhhhh ”

The eaves were icy, the white ground was frosty, the winter morning wind was wet and cold, and his body trembled slightly, the armor made of steel could not keep warm at all, and the leather armor was pierced by the cold like paper, but even so, Francis did not let down his guard, but carefully observed the movements around him.

He kept complaining, but he also knew that he had been a mercenary for more than ten years, and he should do things when he got money, and it was really uncomfortable to guard the door, but it was better than fighting with people.

Francis was aware of the attack that had just taken place near the Great City Gate, and he heard the news not long after he got up, and it was said that the herald said that the raiders were so strong that they had defeated fifty heavily armored pikemen alone, and that they were still lurking in the city, and that they were nowhere to be found, so it was no wonder that his employer was so careful.

It's not fifty farmers, it's fifty soldiers! It was really incredible to be defeated by one person, and even the leader of their mercenary group might not be able to do it.

Although Francis didn't think that the raider would choose to attack at the time when everyone was at their most guarded, he would still do his duty to do everything he could, and as long as he got the money, he would never fish in troubled waters, which was his code and insistence.

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

Over forty years old, Francis has not yet broken through the silver high level, as a human being, this means that he has little possibility to advance to the golden glory, but even if there is no possibility of progress in the future, he at least has rich combat experience, and the mercenary can continue to eat for seven or eight years, until he is in his fifties, when his physical strength fails, he will not consider 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 nice bad joke.

Amused by his own thoughts, Francis suddenly heard a voice other than the wind.

Click, click, click.

Around the corner of the street, footsteps rang out.

It was faint at first, but as it got closer, it grew louder until Francis turned his head in confusion and looked around the corner where the footsteps came.

If it were a normal day, no one would pay attention to the sound of footsteps, but since the beginning of martial law, few people in this city have come out to walk around the streets, coupled with the commotion and cold in the morning, no one has come out today, and in this case, there is suddenly such a clear sound of footsteps, it is no wonder that Francis is puzzled.

After a while, a tall black-haired man appeared in his field of vision, flanked by a silver-haired and green-eyed girl, who looked a bit like father and daughter in terms of height - well, it should be brother and sister, right? But in this case, the hair color is wrong.

No, no, no, the relationship is good, and the most strange thing is why these two people came out at this time, right? It's so cold, and there was an attack before.

There was confusion in his mind for a moment, but Francis immediately came back to his senses, looking at the two people who were getting closer and closer, he didn't have time to care about whether it was strange or not, so he immediately stepped forward, frowned and said loudly: "Please stop, the two of you are in a forbidden area, please detour!" ”

“…… Very dedicated. ”

After a few seconds of silence, the black-haired man nodded, he didn't seem to care about Francis's serious expression and the weapon in his hand, and commented to himself: "There are so many people, and you have a little warrior energy." ”

"What...... What are so many people? ”

After thinking about this sentence for a moment, Francis suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood coming from the wind, and suddenly, a chill rushed up his spine.

(yes, there are still a lot of people patrolling the neighborhood, so it stands to reason that these two people can't get to the gate of the lord's mansion, right?!) ）

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

"Those people, they're dead."

Seeing Francis's expression, the man's voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, and replied flatly: "You will be the same later." ”

He's the one who stormed the gates!

This is just a guess, it seems that he is not wrong, although he has not made a move yet, but Francis just glanced at the man, and felt like he had been hit by the fear technique, his feet couldn't help but tremble, and his whole body was trembling.

In front of him, but with a single sword, he abolished seventeen heavy spearmen, and silently killed the terrible monster of a few street patrol soldiers, looking at the breath, he did not reach the golden realm, but it was definitely enough to easily solve him, and the two sides were not on the same level at all!

“…… Please leave! ”

Trembling, controlling the spear with his hands that barely suppressed the trembling, Francis pointed the tip of the spear at the man in front of him, although there was still fear in his eyes, he did not take a step back, but said loudly: "Repeat, this is a forbidden area, and I will attack any further!" ”

The black-haired man in front of him was dressed in a simple leather suit and riding suit, and there was nothing on his body that could be called a weapon, and there was a small stain on his trouser leg that seemed to be blood.

It was because he understood the strength of the other that when Francis said this, he felt his heart grasp by a hand, and the grip became tighter and tighter, and the blood on his body was out of control - but he still did not lay down his weapon, even if both hands lost strength due to fear, he did not take half a step back.

If you collect money, you have to do things, and if you get a commission, you have to do your duty, it is his duty to guard the door, this is his responsibility, although there are mercenaries who have no lower limit for money and turn their backs on tasks at will, but he Francis is not, even if his strength is not strong, but his will will not back down.

Fighting is not terrible, fighting to the death is the least consciousness of the Empire, and the tenacity of the Northlanders is far superior to that of other Empires, as a Northland mercenary, Francis has his own pride! Even if he has no chance of winning, he has to fight!

"Decent willpower."

The black-haired man looked at the spear in Francis's hand that was pointed directly at his throat, and was not moved in the slightest, but said lightly what could be regarded as a compliment: "It's a pity." ”

And then...... There is no then.

The black-haired man in front of him suddenly disappeared, and a gust of wind blew, Francis felt a tightness in his chest, the spear in his hand was cut in half by the sudden force, and his body seemed to become much lighter, flying towards a high place, and slowly falling......

His will sank into darkness, and before he could sink into the deepest coma, the mercenary faintly heard the loud sound of the closed door being blasted open with a punch.