"boring."

Holding a spear and shield, 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: "It's obvious that there is not a single person, but I still want me to guard the gate... Hiss--This is so cold!"

The eaves were frozen, the white ground was frost, and the early rheumatism and coldness of winter were blowing, which made his body tremble slightly. The armor made of steel could not keep warm at all, and the leather armor was penetrated by the cold like paper. But even so, Francis did not put down his warning, but carefully observed the movements around him.

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

Francis knew that the attack had just happened near the Great City Gate. He heard the news not long after he got up. It is said that the raiders said that the raiders were very powerful and defeated fifty heavy armored spearmen alone. Now that people are still lurking in the city and are missing, it is no wonder that his employer is so careful.

Not fifty farmers, these are fifty soldiers! It is really incredible to defeat with one person, even the leader of their mercenary group may not be able to do it.

Although Francis does not think that the raider will choose to attack when everyone is at its strongest security, he will still do everything he can to do. As long as he gets the money, he will never take advantage of the situation. This is his code and persistence.

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

At the age of forty, Francis has not yet broken through the high level of silver. As a human being, this means that he is not very likely to advance to the golden glory. However, even if there is no possibility of progress in the future, he at least has rich combat experience. He can continue to eat this food for seven or eight years, and it will not be until he becomes physically exhausted after his 50s. He will consider finding a place to buy a piece of land and spend the rest of his life safely.

But will mercenaries last for the rest of their lives? What a good joke.

He laughed at his thoughts, and Francis suddenly heard a sound other than the sound of the wind.

Tak, Tak, Tak.

There were footsteps around the corner of the street.

It was inaudible at first, but as it approached, the sound became louder and louder, until Frances turned his head in confusion and looked at the corner where the footsteps came.

If it were normal, no one would pay attention to the sound of footsteps, but since the martial law began, few people in this city have come out and walked around the streets. Coupled with the commotion and cold in the morning, no one came out today. In this case, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, and it was not surprising that Francis was confused.

After a while, a tall black-haired man appeared in his field of vision. A girl with silver hair and green eyes was followed by a tall girl. She looked a bit like a father and daughter - well, she should be a brother and sister, right? But the hair color was wrong.

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

His mind was confused for a moment, but Francis immediately came to his senses. Seeing the two people getting closer and closer, he had no time to care whether Gu was strange or not, so he immediately walked forward and frowned and said loudly: "Please stop, two of you, there is a restricted area ahead, please dove!"

“…It’s very dedicated.”

After a few seconds of silence, the black-haired man nodded. He seemed to have no regard for Francis' serious expression and the weapons in his hand. He commented on his own: "So many people, you are just a little warrior-like spirit."

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

After thinking about this sentence, Francis suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood from the wind, and suddenly a chill surged on his backbone.

(Yes, there are obviously many people patrolling nearby. Logically speaking, it is impossible for these two people to walk to the gate of the lord's mansion, is that?!)

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

"Those people are dead."

Seeing Francis' expression, the man's voice did not fluctuate at all, and he replied in a very plain manner: "You will be the same later."

He is the guy who raided the city gate!

This was just a guess, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it. Although he had not taken action yet, Francis just looked at the man and felt like he was hit by the fear technique. His feet couldn't help but tremble and his whole body was trembling.

In front of me, one sword destroyed seventeen heavy gunmen and silently killed the terrible monsters of several streets of patrolling soldiers. Judging from the breath, they did not reach the golden realm, but they were definitely enough to easily solve him. Both sides were not on the same level at all!

“…Please leave!”

Trembling, controlling the spear with his barely suppressed his trembling hands, Francis aimed the tip of the gun at the man in front of him. Although there was still fear in his eyes, he did not take a step back, but instead said loudly: "Repeat once, this is the penalty area, and I will attack if I move forward!"

The black-haired man in front of him was wearing a simple leather jacket and horseback outfit, and there was nothing called a weapon on his body. There was a small stain on his trouser legs that seemed to be bloody. It seemed that he had no use of weapons to kill the patrol mercenaries. It was really powerful beyond imagination.

Because he understood the other party's strength, when Francis said this, he felt his heart be grabbed by one hand, and his grasp became tighter and tighter, and the blood in his body was out of control - but he still did not put down his weapon, even though his hands lost their strength due to fear, and did not take a step back.

When you collect money, you have to do things. When you get a commission, you have to do your duty. It is his duty to keep the gate. This is his responsibility. Although there are people among the mercenaries who will betray their missions at will for the sake of money, he is not Francis. Even if he is not strong, his will will not retreat.

Fighting is not scary. Fighting to death is the minimum enlightenment of the imperial people, while the tenacity of the northerners is far superior to that of other imperial people. As a mercenary of the northerners, Francis has his own pride! Even if he has no chance of winning, he still wants to fight!

"Good willpower."

The black-haired man looked at the spear in Francis's hand that pointed directly at his throat, without any movement, but said something lightly like a compliment: "It's a pity."

Then... nothing happened.

The black-haired man in front of him suddenly disappeared, and a gust of wind blew, Francis felt his chest stuffy, the spear in his hand was interrupted from two halves by sudden force, and his body seemed to have become much lighter, flying towards the high place and slowly falling down...
Chapter completed!