So I followed him and began to practice bows and arrows, battle axes, and spear throwing, day after day, until my father left me. On that night, my mother did not cry, but held me tightly in her arms, leaned over and kissed my father, who was flushed and coughing—my father kissed her gently, but tears flowed uncontrollably, and he said, "Oroya my wife, I dreamed that my father Baedmont asked me why the banner of Bikhov had fallen, and he always turned his back to me and refused to forgive me......"

As he spoke, he jerked out his hand to me and said the last word, You are Snow Wolf Bihov, my son. The next day, my mother handed me a burden, slapped me in the face and wept bitterly, and shouted at me, "You are Bihov on the other side of the sea, and you are the Momi-leaved Nosamu of Calradia!" ”

Seeing my mother's angry and sad expression, I quieted down, took my burden and my father's tomahawk, and left the village where I had lived for many years and headed for Parabun. However, for some reason, I went through countless battles and interceptions along the way, and was surrounded and suppressed by the Shadow of the Red Leaves - so I came here to pursue the Shadow of the Red Leaves - or the true body of the Knight of the Red Leaves. ”

"Bitter you, Bedmund. The girl fell silent, and suddenly gave a gentle kiss to the back of the neck of Baedmont, a tender kiss that the Bikhov warrior remembered for thirty years.

Three months ago, the night of the Panic in Dehrem.

The rain was falling. Through the rotten windowsill drenched the old maid's sleepy eyes.

"Don't open your eyes, don't open your eyes. Indignantly, she sewed the lord's clothes with an oil lamp, and finally looked down at the street where the commotion had subsided. "It's not like before. Even the little thief dares to come to our Dehram to make trouble, tsk. ”

As she spoke, she shouted at the top of her voice, "Cress, you wild child, tell you to bring the pastries to the sheriff!"

Known as Kress was a pale, short, messy young woman dressed in a stained old woollen shawl with cheekbones high from malnutrition. Two listless goose-yellow eyebrows are slightly raised, lined with a pair of lazy pale blue eyes, which look quite unpleasant.

"The rich one...... Your Excellency the Sheriff. A shiny silver knife flipped between her fingers like a windmill.

She stood up. He put the knife in his pocket, took the hot pastry on the table, opened the door and walked out.

"Bring an umbrella!" cried the old maid, "nothing compares to what it used to be." Nowadays, girls don't go out with umbrellas and cloaks. Do you want to be half sick and make the old woman cry and be blind?"

Outside the door. There was no longer a shadow of Kresss.

The road is full of hearsay rumors, petty traders add fuel to the strange story of "Nord spies havoc in the Rose Tavern", and several children with snot in their noses are startled to create a legendary atmosphere, causing the noble ladies passing by in the carriage to poke their heads out from behind the curtain to hear more gossip.

"The pirate who claimed to be the Nordbihoff family, with his tusks and blind in one eye, single-handedly removed the door of the Rose Hotel and danced impenetrable. The salvo of thirty crossbow arrows flew like a fly, and he was really a pirate-like figure in the era of the Holy Emperor. ”

"Ah!" exclaimed from the streets.

"And the female pirate named Mathilde. If it weren't for our brave sheriff splitting her armor made of nine layers of cowhide with a sword, no one would have believed that she was a woman!"

"Ahh

"Phew. Kress spat disdainfully, "What idiots the Swadians are. ”

"Get out of the way!you shitty idiots!" a large group of swaggering Swadian infantry drove the crowd viciously, "Our infantry brigade is escorting the Nord to the prisoners, get out!"

"Is it the copper-headed and iron-armed Bihov, or the demonic Mathilde?" asked the unfulfilled little merchant.

He was answered with a resounding leather whip. The crowd dispersed in a shouting and shouting.

In the midst of the chaos, Kress saw a pair of beautiful eyes in the prison car, which were incomparably blue, like sapphires.

Following the group of soldiers, Kress walked into the Sheriff's mansion with a snack.

"Madame's favorite raisin cheese and walnut crisp that melts your mouth. The reward of Count Frederick in the castle. ”

"Your Excellency Sheriff is sorting out the report file right now, and you bring the snacks to the kitchen. The grimacing guard snorted and raised the corners of his mouth to give directions.

"Uh-huh, this spirited dog. Kress sneered under her breath, swaggering towards the kitchen with her snack in hand, and suddenly bent down and grabbed a spider on the floor with teeth and claws, "Hey, big eight-eyed one, help me greet the watchdog." ”

With a tray in her left hand and an understatement in her right hand, the fluffy spider shot like a dart into the neck of the gatekeeper, opening her mouth to bite the most tender muscle in annoyance.

"Whoa—yo!" the guard let out a scream like a burning butt, and he staggered out the door, tears streaming down his eyes, and threw his aura heraldic shield and one-handed sword on the ground.

Includes a string of sparkling keys. The key to the dungeon.

When an exhausted Mathilde awoke from her pain and darkness, she saw a strange unkempt maid crouching on the ground, her head propped in her hands, staring at her through her cell.

"Would you like a piece of walnut crisp?" said the maid, who brought a piece of pastry to her mouth, and looked like she was about to fall asleep.

"The cheese is better and doesn't gain weight. Mathilde held out his hand in a ghostly manner.

"Three dinars. The maid narrowed her eyes.

"What do you think a hapless woman like me who has been caught here has anything else in her? ”

"Ah, that's a pity, I would have liked to risk being beaten up and reselling a few not-so-fresh cheeses. The maid shrugged and swallowed the last piece of walnut crisp, "Bye-bye." ”

Mathilde scolded his mother in his heart, what is this?The latest interrogation method of the Swadians?

"You've got beautiful eyes. However, the inexplicable maid walked up the stone staircase, and suddenly turned back with regret. "When you're beheaded, I'll steal your eyes out—blue like my favorite gem. ”

"Wait. Mathilde untied his blood-stained coat and pulled out a shiny chain from his snow-white chest, a bewitching smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, "Deep sea sapphire bracelets, there are only seventeen in the entire Nord. Let me out, and it's yours. ”

Without saying a word, the maid munched on the pastry in her mouth, but her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"My name is Cress. The maid smiled lazily, "I'll count one, two, three, I'll throw you the key, and you throw me the jewel necklace." ”

"Deal!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"Niza......" softly called the man's name, Mathilde's thin lips pursed into a line, her pretty eyes burning as she stared at the key in the maid's hand, her muscles ready to go.

In just two seconds, she can grab the key, open the door and knock out the hapless maid, take the jewel from her family, and go out to save her companion.

"One!" the copper key whistled towards him, and Kress snorted and grabbed the sparkling gemstone necklace with his backhand.

Mathilde, however, caught nothing.

A soft piece of cheese slammed down on her shoulder like a stone, causing her to hit her headfirst against the wooden door of her cell, while the other half of the walnut cake came first, smashing the key in the air and sinking deep into the earthen wall of the cell.

"It occurred to me what to do if you grabbed the key to open the door and knocked my unfortunate maid unconscious. Compared to gemstones, your own head is still more important. "In return, I'll give you the best priest and pray that you won't be cooked to pieces by the imps in hell." ”

However, Mathilde, who had a large blob on his head, smiled lightly and pointed behind Cress, with a gloating expression.

The bald sheriff, shirtless and holding bracelets, whips, candles, and other strange things, stood in the doorway with an unkind face, looking down at the panicked maid and the sparkling gems in her hands.

"Very well, I just wanted to interrogate the Nord thief in my own way. The sheriff's beard shook and he smiled cruelly. "I didn't expect to be able to catch another accomplice. ”

"My lord, I'm just lost. Kress left the gem on the ground indifferently, "You can beat me up." Well, I cheated the gems in the dungeon, and it's all yours, my lord. ”

"Oh. The sheriff narrowed his eyes and looked at the jewels on the ground, "If it weren't for this string of gems, I could consider your Jianyì." Now, I won't let you out unless you leave your head with you. Anyway, a lowly maid, no one cares about your life or death. ”

"Isn't there a discussion, dead fat?" Kress raised an eyebrow, reaching for his jacket pocket.

The sheriff sneered and closed the door of the dungeon, turned around and slowly drew his knife.

"I thought my life was only eight dinars, but I didn't expect it to be worth a string of sapphires. Kress looked at Mathilde in prison angrily, and said, "See that you are also a rich robber, and get you out, plus a hundred and thirty dinars." ”

"Can you keep accounts?" said Mathilde, leaning against the door, gesturing inquiringly.

She was answered by a sharp throwing knife—a shiny knife piercing the sheriff's protruding Adam's apple, and the unsuspecting man didn't even have time to let out a scream, and fell like a dead pig on the stone steps.

"The interest rate is high. Kress said.

"I have never been stingy with my friends. Mathilde remembered Baedmund, Blake, and Niza. (To be continued......)