A Wish to Grab Happiness

During the days of death and snow, the streets of each country become much quieter.

Many noblemen and merchants lurked during the snowfall of death, singing luxury with their accumulated wealth. Normally busy earning money, ordinary people often went back to the country to pour alcohol for the most part.

No one or him, that's what kills his breath secretly except for the Warcraft. Those are the times of death and snow.

In that way, there are only two kinds of people who are precisely willing to step on the streets in such a way.

He is a merchant who is greedy beyond degrees and a mercenary who waves his arms all the time when he earns money.

or a decoy, and several merchant carriages run as they rock in the snow. There seemed to be more than a dozen mercenaries walking side by side around and a corresponding number packed in the carriage.

Hiring these etc. costs the right amount of money, but the merchant who leads the merchant is only going to be well suited.

This time, the business partner is prison Bella. Inside, there are more than hundreds of people, several times as many prisoners as there are. Clogged. I needed food to fill those countless stomachs.

Naturally, it's just cheap stuff like what goes into a prisoner's stomach, but if even such stuff is brought into the dead snow, the value jumps a few times. I don't mind moldy bread.

No, it would rather be too much for the old church being pushed into Bella.

If you put an extrajudicial price on it, there are no other merchants who can bring in food. Therefore, the prison side also has to buy food and materials at this price.

At all, the merchant thinks there is no better business than this.

Of course, there is the risk of being attacked by a warcraft, and there is the risk of not knowing when to lose everything. I've heard many stories about how my colleagues have become that way.

But the merchant thinks. That's not me. Even if it's me, it's not now. No, I can't see it like that until I die.

That's what I thought, it was right around the time. The leading horse hisses heavily. The sound of the hoof rumbling, the carriage rumbling.

Did the snow get into the horse's eyes again? Such swallowing thoughts ran behind everyone's brain, moments.

The neck of a few horses that were racing the carriage wrapped in blood and bounced off. A throwing axe eats horse meat as a delight.

Almost at the same time, a storm sounded.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

As soon as possible, the eyes of both mercenaries are opened. There was a sound in my ear that I could hear for a long time.

A cry that is very unlikely to be a voice. Feet jumps and pounds iron. The sound of several hooves and a human flock slamming the ground.

You can't even miss asking. It's the sound of people attacking people.

Both mercenaries grabbed weapons in their hands.

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In the snow, there was a sound waving iron vigorously. The world of dead snow, which was dyed monochromatic, blurred and reddened.

Red became stronger blood, melting the snow and staining the earth.

That went on a few times.

What hits my ear is the sword trident and the sound of a scream that I don't hesitate to hear. The unpleasant feeling of flesh tearing and bone crushing spreads all over my hand.

Under a blunt sky, the cries of jumping down the snow focussed and echoed around the carriage for a while. That's the sound of people being attacked.

"Help me! Look, I can't fight with my broken arm anymore -"

The man in front of him, to see himself, was clearly a mercenary breeze. Given the quality of the equipment, it's probably something like the head of a mercenary regiment where this guy was escorting a mercenary.

That's on my knees, clearly showing my broken arm in a strange direction and screaming something out.

Open your eyes wide. I said, with a good fit that kept the sword straight up.

"- You must have become a mercenary because you thought it was good to die, you are. Then look at my face. Die of resentment."

A ray of purple electricity rips through the universe.

I put enough momentum on the blade to wear an arrow to crack the mercenary's skull. I bounced so badly that I didn't like the blood splash, but it would soon be covered in snow, too. I felt like I saw a dead snow butterfly blinking in the snow.

When I looked up around him, everything about the sword trident and screaming had stopped ringing. Apparently, it's all over.

"It's like you're even a thief. Lord Rugis has been used to it a long time, but even in his experience?

Vestalinu said as he stared at this side and put the battle axe on his shoulder. It is good to see colors floating in its eyes that are close to frightening. There was blood bouncing on my beautiful cheeks, but that would probably be blood back.

I clapped my shoulders and wiped my blood from the treasure sword.

"I don't know. But human beings, there are three or four dark things behind them... no, maybe five."

Say, breathe air out of the bottom of your lungs fully. As the exaltation of the battle fell out, the pain ran paralyzing all over his body.

I didn't get some kind of scratch. It's just that I still haven't been able to heal my bored body in Flimslat. Well, it just works like this.

When he asked if the damage was done, Vestalinu told me that there were a few injured people standing on their shoulders like they imitated me. I thought it had a stiff personality, but maybe the extraneous elements are light.

No one's dead, that's fine.

That said, while this one is carrying about three hundred people, it may be natural because it ambushed dozens of people.

Put the treasure sword back on your hips and stare at the earth as you rock with the white sword. There were clear footprints in the streets loaded with snow.

Apparently, the surviving merchant has escaped me to prison Bella as expected. I hope it goes well after this.

Moments, I feel something creeping around my throat, frowning.

I don't like it, I got a feeling. It doesn't mean something happened. Anyway, when the human thought of me is well carried, I feel like something that is not good enough to get awakens my eyes.

That's how the end rolls toward those who don't know and think differently. Even at Gallu Amalia, at Belfein.

Vestalinu stares at my side in surprise and says:

"Take food from the merchants, is it a war of soldiers? You will die first from the prisoner inside, miserable Lord Rugis."

I don't know what's hanging up, but they don't like my ratings in Vestalinu. Originally there was some clean part to it. She and I don't have a choice when it comes to the opposite.

If you gently open the front of the luggage truck left behind by the merchant squad at your fingertips, that alone will bring down some food zeros. Looks like he's stuffed a lot. This would also be a struggle to ascertain what's loaded inside.

With your fingers, stroke your lips. I said to Vestalinu, letting him pull his cheek up.

"Give me a break, can we have a long war on death and snow? That's why I let the merchants get away."

I suppose so. For what, he thinks he brought the merchant to life. Why don't you tell the guards and soldiers of the prison bella in full?

I opened my lips and inherited the words.

"They, sooner or later, will flip out of jail tomorrow morning. Thank you very much."

Even in times of death and snow, food tends to be scarce. Especially if it's a prison away from the villages, too, extra.

Then the merchant who brings in food with his life is just the lifeline. Though it would not be managed in such a way that there would be a starving death on the boulder immediately. I can't afford to miss the baggage stolen by the thieves.

I'll take it back. I thought I'd take it back. The merchant should tell you. He said he brought more loads than he could carry so easily. The thief killed all the horses to carry him.

"Gather the mercenaries. I want you to remember the steps from this."

To my words, Vesterine narrows her eyes and speaks. It seemed to contain a little bit of skepticism in its eyes.

"I don't mind, but if it's a terrible book, I don't agree. Be sure to persuade me."

That's a Vesterine word that was initially passive about raiding prison bellas.

Anyway, if I were to rescue one or two people, was that what they told me when there was too much impotence, such as destroying the prison itself?

Some of them may have hated it originally, but there is no such thing as credibility because they have been very unscrupulous when they broke into Belfein together before.

When I told him that, I just said that Vestalinu deserved it.

"Of course, Lord Rugis - haven't you even answered my words yet?"

With just that in his mouth, Vestalinu showed his back. The battle axe was turned around and blood was dancing in the dead snow.