Law of the Devil

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Chapter 628 [Again]

“Muse, I saw her in Yajin City, I saw her from afar, she was wearing armor and uniform, and there were some other soldiers around... but by the looks of it, those people were weird. I sent someone to inquire about it, as if it were an army gathering supplies from the central front...”

Little Charlie smiled and said it, and Dewey's face immediately got serious.

Dewey immediately sent someone to write a letter, hurry up and whip him, and send him to Central Wolf Tooth Camp as a matter of urgency.

But after a while, he called the elder guard's cigarette:

“Fat guy, I'm worried he's not following orders, this thing, you go yourself! Bring me back my men! This is bullshit!! ”

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A few days later…

The northern front of the Empire, south of the central fortress.

It is not far from the Imperial War Zone Air Force Base, and this single barracks is large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

And in this barracks, although not so many troops, at the entrance of the barracks, early in the morning, the often armored warriors have been busy.

A convoy of carriages drove into the barracks after presenting documents, and the bare compartments behind the carriages were loaded with bags of food, dried meat, and armor for weapons, with a bundle of heavy ridges and armored arrows.

Inside the barracks, a flagpole hung with a strange embroidered flag, that strange pattern, as if it were some kind of beast sharp fangs.

And on the campsite, there was no neatly practiced queue like any other regular army in the Empire, but some early trained warriors, formed one seemingly loose queue after another, which actually implied some sort of rule, formed a small team on top of the playground, and carried out some strange tactical exercises through the terrain of the campus: high and low, broken ground, obstacles, etc.

Instead of even wearing armor, the fighters were wearing weird clothes with strong camouflage effects, such as uniforms full of leaves, straw-tied helmets, and even black, black, green and green oils on their faces.

Next to the campus, there are some fighters, taking off their shirts, naked sticks, at each other's corners, surrounded by people, shouting.

It doesn't look like the Empire's regular army here —— they're not.

Here, under the leadership of Lombardon, the only official mercenary officially recruited by the Empire and recognizing his legal status, the Wolf Tooth Army, had made a marvellous effort to win the battle after the first airborne enemy.

Lombardon, this fat man rode a few laps around the camp with a team of cavalry members this morning. At this moment, his whole body was moving, his head was sweating hot, his armor was removed, he was only wearing a uniform, he walked across the camp, nodded and said hello to the rugged men on the way. "Emray, you wrestled and lost last night, and broke your leg carefully!” 'Carl, you bastard, no drinking all morning! ”“ Rocky, why are your eyes so red? Can't you sleep last night? ”

These words, though rude, are the most common language among the warriors in this place.

Obviously, Lombardon has been embraced by mercenaries in this Wolf's Teeth Army, and everyone is respectful and intimate with him.

After walking through one barracks, Fatty kicked off the boards and walked in.

This barracks is next door to Lombardon's own barracks and walks in and sees casual armor and weapons thrown off the ground, with a hint of wine in the air.

Fatty shrugged his nose and frowned a little.

There was only one bed in the barracks and one person on the bed was tightly wrapped in a blanket, curled into a crowd of people who were snoring and sleeping, presumably because they were too tired and made intermittent and slight snoring noises.

Fatty approached the bed and looked down at the person in the bed.

Muse, this fake boy, was wrapped in a blanket —— but from her bare shoulders, the girl didn't sleep undressed, she slept with her clothes, and she lay on her side at this moment, holding a liquor bag tightly in her arms, because she slept too sweetly, her little mouth slightly open, her mouth corner and pillow, and even left a trace of saliva.

“Hmm, a pretty girl, sleeping like a fool. Oh, my God, you're still snoring and drooling. ”

Fatty picked his eyebrows and didn't reach out. He lifted his legs and kicked them gently across the blanket. He shouted, "Hey, fake boy, get up! ”

No response...

“Hey, wake up! ”

Grunting...... Grunting......

Fatty got angry and turned around and walked out the door, carrying a barrel of water and walked back. He stood in front of Muse's bed and touched a whistle out of his pocket, blowing hard...

Muse in her sleep, turning her mouth, as if she was still dreaming, suddenly heard a sharp whistle! The sound was sharp, and suddenly woke her up!

Then I heard Fatty scream...

Emergency assembly??

Hurrah, the muse immediately bounced off the bed like a reflex of conditions, and the subconscious reached out and grabbed, looking for the boots that had been thrown by the bed. But she just opened her eyes and saw Fatty's damned smile right beside the bed, she hadn't called out yet...

Hualala!

A barrel of cold water poured its head off, and suddenly the muse screamed like a cat trampled on its tail, jumping up!

“Bastard! Damn Fatty! What are you doing? ”

Muse finally woke up and stared dead at Fatty. This damned fat man still smiled maliciously, holding a bucket in his hand and looking at himself with a smile.

“Wake up? So get up! You're just a sleeping pig... or a noble pig. ”

Muse caught fire and she immediately screamed: "You fat fuck! Who allowed you to run into my room!” After that, she subconsciously grabbed the blanket.

Fatty sighed and glanced at the girl in disdain: “Why? Anyway, you haven't undressed... Besides, at your age, when my daughter is young. Listen up, this is a military camp! Now that the sun's up your ass, are you still hiding in the duvet? ”

Muse glanced helplessly at this scoundrel fat man, fell down again, fell into bed, moaned: "Please, fat man... today is my turn! Shit, I'm off today! I just got back from the Eastern Front yesterday! Six days on horseback and back! Got you back. Twenty-six cars of supplies! Now I'm off! Do you understand me on vacation? ”

Lombardon was not at all conscious and still smiled badly: "Of course I understand, I personally approved the holidays. However..."

He suddenly reached out and lifted the sachet on the bed and shook it twice: "It's empty... you could really drink it, it looks like you're booming now. But, you bastard, have you forgotten my orders? Holiday people are allowed to move freely in the camp, but... no drinking in the camp!! ”

The fat man smiled and stared at the muse as if he had caught something.

Muse looked at Fatty with no fear and, with one word, took Fatty back to his death: "Fatty, I stole this bag of wine from your room. ”

“Eh…”

He swayed his wine bag and screamed immediately; “Bastard! This is my treasure! You drank it all!!! ”

Muse shook his head, so he lifted the blanket, climbed to the bed, slept eyes, and touched the ground for a while: "Fatty, where did you kick my boots? ”

“On your feet.” Lombardon squeezed the empty sachet in anger: "Don't you sleep without your boots? ”

Muse just jumped to the ground, stretched his lazy waist, grabbed his armor and weapon over his body, then glanced back at Fatty: “Even if you were my officer, you can't barge into my room... and next time you call me to get up, don't throw water again! Now I'm going to wash my face..."

“Sorry, there's no water to wash your face.” Fatty pointed to the empty bucket: “Your water has been used up. ”

After all, this is a military camp, and every soldier, only one barrel of water is available every day.

Muse looked angrily at the empty bucket, angry: "You!! You know I haven't slept in three days to complete your mission! I haven't washed my face in three days!! I'm a girl! Girls need to be clean!! ”

Fatty hugged her and smiled at her, which was why she deliberately said, "Oh, are you a girl? I forgot you're still a girl. Look at you now. ”

Yes, if you must describe what Muse looks like now, there is only one simple and straightforward word: Dirt!

Very sloppy!

Her hair was messy, and she even had some gray-headed dirt on her face - she ran off for a few days to collect food and supplies, she was exhausted when she came back last night, and after drinking, she fell asleep and didn't even bother to brush.

The clothes on the body, which were originally white, are now covered with suspicious stains, yellow dust, and wine marks...

Looking at her like this, who would have thought that she was the Young Master Muse of the Lester Family Hall (Miss?), and a nobleman with a clean habit!

Ever since he ran away from home to the north, Muse, who had no choice but to run for Fatty, hid in this barracks and held an officer under Fatty - of course, there was no official official position, because it was a mercenary, and no official position existed except for Fatty, the nominal chief, and Hussein.

Every day she trains with all those coarsely spoken mercenaries, climbs and beats, rides and pulls in the wild, walks for two or three days, sleeps in the wild, drinks streams, eats dry food, and doesn't take a bath for a few days is more common.

She's been hiding with the fat guy since she got to the north, but... she doesn't even know what she's hiding herself.

Later, when Dewey headed north to head the Eastern Front, Fatty tried to send her to the east, but the chick refused to live - perhaps because Gabriel was in the east?

But it doesn't seem to be...

She continues to stay here with Fatty.

And Fatty here, this mercenary, nominally in the Central Warring Zone, but because of the previous disobedience, he started the enemy airborne battle, and although the battle plan succeeded, Fatty received a reward for it, and this mercenary received an official number, the Wolftooth Army.

But the more disgruntled the storm legions are that they can't even see the crowd! Even if the battle succeeded, the upper echelons of the Storm Legion increasingly hated the fat man and the mercenary, adding a "disgruntled" to the original term "unanimous".

Plus, the Storm Legion in the centre has not been able to achieve any good results, and fat mercenaries have been rewarded with a seal, which is inevitable.

As a result… After that, the Wolf Tooth Army had to suffer some white-eyed supplies in the army. When distributing supplies, it was often challenged, snagged, stuck, delayed by Storm Legion personnel...

Fatty had a grumpy temper and simply turned his face against those in the Storm Corps.

Fortunately, General Andrei of the Air Force was close to the Tulip family, and with his support, he often gathered Air Force supplies to assist the Fatty, but he was tired of Storm Legion's white-eyed Fatty, but simply sent someone to contact Dewey after he was north of Dewey.

Dewey naturally had to protect his own system, and since then, the fat mercenary, although still in the centre, all the material attacks had come from the eastern front.

Muse refuses to go east, insists on staying with Fatty, and Fatty doesn't matter. The other day, Muse personally led the team to East Yakin City to collect this month's supplies, and Muse led the team back and forth for six days. It was hard work.

Speaking of which, Fatty took good care of Muse, she lived in a single barracks and had good care during the week. Although there was a woman in the barracks - but none of these mercenaries were regular armies, the imperial mercenary industry, nor were they without women (like former Jolyn), so those mercenaries weren't too surprised.

“All right, all right.” Looking at Muse's killing eyes, Fatty waved her hand: “It's kind of you to wake up... you ungrateful girl, get up, something good is happening. If it's too late to catch up, than blame me for not taking care of you. ”

Muse had put the weapon on, rubbed it from the bucket a few times, soaked it in the palm of his hand, cluttered his face, rubbed his face hard, rubbed his hair: "Okay, what a good thing! ”

“We're leaving.” The weird smile on Fatty's face: “I lead the team myself... we bypass the fortress, head west, and... sneak behind those enemies to get a ticket! Hey, it's grain harvest season, and we can't afford to mess it up. ”

Muse's eyes lit up immediately: "It's a good thing! Well, you have a conscience, so funny things don't forget to call me. ”

“Let's go! We'll be ready to go in a minute. ”

When he walked to the door, Fatty suddenly stood still and looked back at Muse and hesitated: “There is one more thing... Muse, you are here with me, this thing can't hold people back. I think the Duchess will find out sooner or later - maybe he already knows. Maybe there will be a letter in the next few days, let me send you there...”

Muse immediately became a little confused, stunned, and shook her head hard: "I'm not going! Nowhere! I don't want to go to Dewey's... I hate that guy the most. ”

Fatty touched his chin, hey laughed, smiled a little strange: “That's up to you... but if the boss finds out, I'll hide for you, just in case I'm going to get another baton. ”

Muse rolled his eyes: "You're fat, you can't hurt you. ”

After hesitating for a moment, Muse closed her smile, lowered her voice and said honestly: “Actually... I know you take care of me... thank you, Uncle Lombardon. ”

Fatty listened, a face suddenly seemed like a ghost, his mouth like an egg stuffed, his eyes wide stared at the muse: “You! What did you call me? You called me uncle?! Oh my god!!! ”

Muse smiled with a smile. “Isn't that right? You said yourself that I was too young for your daughter. ”

“I'm not even forty!” Fatty was angry, finished, stretched out his big palm and slapped him hard on the head of the muse: “Don't call me that! Shit.” He said relaxed, but his eyes flashed with pain.

Muse looked into his eyes and lowered his voice. “Fatty... I heard you had a daughter before..."

“None of your business.” Fatty's on fire, you have to stretch your legs to kick the muse, and the muse jumps away: “Go get your horse! Meet me at the gate! If you're late, I'll hit you with a stick! ”

Muse threw up his tongue and rushed out, walking past Fatty, whispering: “Thank you. ”

Watching this girl jump off, Lombardon sighed and looked at the distant back. In this 250-year-old's eyes, a hint of authentic charity and tenderness appeared.

Pinched my pocket... there was a letter in my pocket, written by Dewey.

He just lied to Muse... Dewey doesn't “sooner or later” but already knows! Muse is already known to be here.

This letter arrived very quickly last night, in which Dewey asked Fatty to send Muse to Yakin immediately - if she refused, tie him up!

That's what Duvi said in the letter.

But this time, Fatty took the initiative and disobeyed Dewey's order once - not the first time he disobeyed it anyway.

Just because... In the beginning, this poor fake boy, when he came running to himself alone, this once strong, like a little hedgehog, when he came to himself, his face was tired and weak, and the sad things in his eyes made the fat man have a heart of mercy.

These days, she's here with herself, eating meat with a bunch of rough guys, drinking, yelling, sounding happy, but... what girl sleeps in her room at night with a wine bag?

That mark on the pillow... is it really just saliva?

Or... tears?

“Fuck.” Fatty rubbed his cheeks full of meat: “These young kids, in love, are troublesome. When I was younger, I loved and hated and hated. Like a lady, just grab a generous hand. Young people today, you deserve to die! ”

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With Dewey's handwritten letter in his arms, Old Smoke and a group of cavalry traveled all the way to the Wolftooth Army camp, it was evening.

But he was finally a step late, and the Wolftooth Army people told him that Lord Lombardon, the leader, smoked a thousand people this morning and went "hunting”.

“Hunting” is the black word of the mercenaries, which is actually to take people around to harass the enemy.

In Lombardon's absence, the old cigarette asked in the camp and told the face of the muse, many people did recognize it. I just learned that Lombardon took Muse with him.

The old cigarette sighed… it is indeed as the Duchess thought, let herself quickly add a whip to pick someone up, it is too late.

This Longbottom, again.

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