"Where did she get the white bread?" Locke asked Rafi beside him curiously.

Rafi blushed and explained, "Of course it was given by the merchant Henry."

Locke didn't believe it. Only a squadron leader could eat white bread. Henry barely got the extra white bread to others. Mostly it was Rafi and Christine who made it from them.

Because of practicing Dou Qi, Rafi was much better than Henry's guards. He didn't want to know if he was cleaner and he had to steal something.

When Locke thought of Henry's sudden discovering that there was a single white bread in front of him during lunch, he wanted to laugh.

It’s not a fault for Rafi to lead Christine. Including Grace, the three girls used to eat delicacies in the Marquis’ Mansion. Suddenly, who could only eat wheat cakes or other foods? Only foods like white bread can make the three girls just take a little bit of mouth.

Since this family only has women and children, then Locke is relieved of the safety of Grace and the three women. After explaining, Locke left the door and went out.

There is a shack next to it, and it should be home to the shack, but there is no one at this time. The messy pots and pans show that the owner is walking anxiously.

It happened to leave the horses here. Locke went to lead the three women's horses over. These horses were transferred by Locke from the cavalry squadron. The lives of the horses were more precious than those of the soldiers. If these horses were lost, Locke, as the transferee, would have to pay the Baron a considerable compensation.

With the rope tied to the horse, Locke turned around and prepared to leave.

"Who are you! Why are you here?" Miller looked at the man in Fostein uniform in front of him in horror. From the man's fully armed armor and the long sword shaking around his waist, Miller saw that this was at least an officer.

Aren't the Fostertans still west? How could they be at his door? Miller suddenly turned around and looked at his door. The broken door seemed to tell Miller what happened not long ago.

"You guy!" As if thinking of something bad, Miller roared and rushed towards Locke.

Locke looked at the guy who suddenly appeared in confusion. Although Miller participated in the city defense for a week, he was still a civilian. His flawless attack made Locke uninterested in wasting time with him.

Just as he kicked the wooden door, Locke turned around 180 degrees and kicked Miller straight toward her waist, "Bang!" Miller flew sideways. After landing, he tightly covered his waist and abdomen that was kicked by Locke, and there was no movement for a long time.

Although he did not use Dou Qi, most people really couldn't withstand Locke's kick. In fact, Locke only used one-third of his strength.

"Drink!" Suddenly, a figure rushed over and hugged Locke. The man looked taller than Locke, about 1.8 meters tall. What's funny is that after hugging Locke, the big man wanted to lift Locke up and throw it out, but Locke didn't move for a long time, but the big man was in a stalemate.

"Hmph, there is only a brute force idiot." Locke smiled contemptuously, raised his right foot and kicked the man on the left leg. The man staggered, and then Locke fell on a beautiful back. The man followed Miller and was thrown aside by Locke.

This time, Locke put his energy into death and "humpsy" after the man's back fell to the ground, a stream of blood spurted out, mixed with some broken internal organs.

"Oun!" Miller shouted at the man who fell to the ground.

"Brush." ​​Locke drew his sword and prepared to end these two unexpected guests who suddenly appeared.

The clothes Miller and Orn were worn on them were not uncommon in recent years, and they were killed many times. The two Charlottes, Locke thought of them.

Locke, who has a low-level attendant's strength, cannot resist just two ordinary soldiers, and they are not considered soldiers, so they can only be said to be two ordinary adult men.

The moment he raised his long sword and was about to swing down, the Charo woman he had met in the wooden house had run out, "No!"

After running out, he knelt in front of Locke, kowtowed and cried and said, "Please don't kill him!" The woman wearing a rag patch seemed so weak and helpless at this time.

Not only this woman, but even her two children ran out crying and shouted "Dad" to one of the fallen soldiers of Charlotte.

Locke understood at this moment.

"Let them live." Grace also came out at some point.

"I need a reason," Locke said.

Grace said silly.

Locke was not as hostile to the Charlottes as other Fosterstein soldiers. But this was a distinction between people, and only women and children could get Locke's mercy.

When it comes to the Charleslow soldiers, Locke has never been lenient. The lenient Fosterman soldier will not survive now.

"Please!" The woman next to him was still kowtowing and begging, blood was already knocking out of her forehead.

"Betty!" Miller on the ground saw his wife who suddenly appeared. There was no pain at this moment, only a sense of gratitude. "Betty, you're fine!" Her waist and abdomen were still hurting severely, but Miller still struggled to climb to Betty's side, hugging his wife and two children.

Seeing this scene, Locke was a little unable to take action. The long sword he was holding was not falling.

"Dad brings you something delicious." Miller took out two small pieces of jerky meat and a piece of wheat cake from his chest despite the pain.

The jerky and wheat cakes had already been smashed into several pieces when they landed on the ground, but Miller insisted on feeding them to the two children. He knew that his children, including his wife, might have been out of food for more than a day.

"You owe me a life!" Locke said this and turned away. The civilians living in the surrounding houses were obviously attracted by what happened here. They opened the cracks in the windows and looked at them secretly. Locke didn't want to expose the three women of Grace.

Grace obviously understood what Locke meant, "Go back quickly, he won't make things difficult for you." Grace said to Betty.

Betty nodded quickly, got up and helped Miller walk home.

"And he." Miller pointed at his wife at Ornn who was lying on the ground.

Betty said he knew that after helping Miller back, he came out and pulled Aoun into the room.

Seeing all this happening, Grace shook her head. This is the sorrow of the little man and the price the loser should bear.

Miller knew why the officer Fostertan said they owe him a life. He thought that he and Orn would have a mortal ending. Not only did he bump into Locke, but also the skin he and Orn were wearing.

Since they were the soldiers of Charles, they and Locke were a group of people in opposition. During the battle to defend the city this week, although Miller often poked down with a long spear, or carried huge rocks and rolling woods and threw them down, he also injured many Forstan soldiers.

Miller himself was not sure if he had already had several Foster soldiers' lives on his hands.

At this time, even if Locke kills him, he feels normal.

"It seems that the Fosterman is not as savage and terrifying as I imagined." Miller murmured. "Hiss~" His child was still kicking in his arms, and just touched the wound that was kicked by Locke. "Bob, do you want to kill dad?" Miller pinched his son's face.

Bob grinned, and a trace of white bread appeared between his teeth. After Miller noticed, he turned around and secretly looked at the three Grace girls standing on the other side of his house.

As if she noticed Miller's gaze, Grace smiled and explained, "We'll just stay for one night and leave."

The house was small, and now there were eight people inside. There was no other place except where to stand. Betty looked at her husband's wound carefully, and the two children were playing on the side. Ornn was lying on one side and didn't know how to live or die. Grace and the three girls stood clearly on the other side, closest to the door.
Chapter completed!