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"Blind or stupid?! His head is also put on a spear?!".Isabella Gaspar spit out a series of swear words like an evil dragon breathing fire.

"I'm afraid when I see people's heads, and I'll be awkward when I hear good things. I look at your bears and have the courage to call themselves men? Take off your pants and look for them. The little sausage is still there!

Raymond Janel was trembling with fear, and quickly put his hood on his head.Little Albert was also shocked, but he still had a trace of reason and caught the key words in the curse."Good thing?" He held his head, squeezing into the corner of the carriage, and asked timid questions:

"What's a good thing? Frost-I mean Miss Gaspar, I'm so unlucky today, what good things can we encounter?"

"So, you guys are stupid!" Isabella laughed loudly, stood up like a stone statue, and the shadow fell on the suspension bridge grimly:

"That's a good thing that I understand, I can't hear it! Think about it, every village has found dead people, and just like our village, they are all dead people from outside places. The more such unowned corpses, the things will become troublesome. The bigger is, did you see that the militias and soldiers have been called up here? Next, we don’t have to do anything, throw the sacks into the square, and we can go home directly! Bing brother, am I right?"

"Ah...almost." The town civic-soldier with armor and armor completely lost its arrogance.In front of Isabella, he was like a fox seeing a gray wolf, only trembling with his tail clipped:

"Hurry up, hurry in. I don't know anything, and the village owner won't let me talk nonsense... Hey hey, don't bump your head, you'll bump your head!"

Relying on his reminder and Lucien's timely slowing down, Isabella bends down in time at the moment of her death, her turban and the top of the arch can be staggered.She didn't care about it, she was still laughing happily, and even blew a kiss to the guard, stimulating the man to turn his head quickly.

Little Albert covered his face and pretended not to see it like Raymond.Lucian, the old sheep, seemed to be aroused by something, and closed the chat box for a long time and opened it again."When it gets dark, when it lights up, the doorway passes." He lifted his head, glanced at the moss on the vault, and sighed again:

"The wall of the stockade is still so thin. It has been so thin for so many years. Dead people out of the country have been found in all four villages, and there are large groups of orcs next to the stockade. The boundary where we live is designated for major events. I'm afraid of this thin wall. I can't stop it then."

The sun setting in the west cast a golden red glow on the earth.Little Albert put down his hands anxiously, they suddenly sparkled, making him squinted.He listened to Lucien's long-winded and felt the bumps of the bullock cart, feeling empty in his heart, and becoming uncertain about anything.[It sounds scary.I don't want to stay and guard the wall, it's better to go home.But the fence of Nobleva can only deter chicken thieves at best. Think about it this way...what should we do?what can we do about it?

On both sides of the road, no one has time to answer these questions.The local residents of Kotweimel seem to have been arranged to work: some people sledgehammer on the side of the wall to tear down the sheds built on the wall one by one; some people work in the villagers’ single-storey longhouses and double-storey wooden houses. I was busy back and forth, either smearing wet mud on the wall, or covering the roof of the tile——The thing that was covered with blood was bloody, it looked like raw skin just peeled off?

They are obviously preparing for fire prevention, and they have paid a lot of money.Little Albert had come to plan the village before and had never seen such a battle.In his memory, the residents of Kotweimel were both rich and happy. Every time they went to the big fair, they would put on new and brand-new clothes and greet the guests from other villages enthusiastically.

But today, people have replaced cotton pullovers with linen robes, and they are so tired that they are covered with sweat.The warm welcoming smile was also replaced by a cold, unkind look, as if the Noblewa people who came to petition were deliberately making trouble for them.

As the villagers are busy, the always lively "Orion in Green" hotel has closed its doors this time.The shopkeeper sat on the oak barrel, sighing and wiping his head with sweat."Here is another car!" When the car with the corpse passed by, he even deliberately changed his voice and complained:

"Dead, dead, it's not over! With such a pile of corpses, even if there is nothing in the village, you have to get it out!"

Little Albert shivered.He knew what "that" was referring to, and "blue finger" the corpse odor that floated from the car seemed to become more intense."Raymond. Raymond!" He tugged at the waiter's sleeve and asked quietly:

"Do you think the village owner will keep us? The corpse must not be kept in the square, otherwise there will be plagues, uh, I mean what happened. The locals are so busy, do you think they will not Yes-will it leave us to dig the corpse?"

"Jesus-Christian Governor." Upon hearing this, Raymond Janek immediately changed his face, and stretched out his hands to his waist uncomfortably, tightly pinching the waist hemp rope:

"I hope this isn't the case. Don't do this. I didn't come here to do work, and I didn't intend to bury so many corpses! To see the priest, I must see the priest. If the village master or elder forces us to send labor, I must Go to the local church and let the respected priests judge the truth for us!"

He looked terrified and looked at Isabella rolling his eyes.Lucien was completely disinterested, immersed in his melancholy.There are four people in a car, each with its own thoughts; in the next journey, although everyone has a lot of words, but they all say their own words, but the atmosphere has become more embarrassing, because of this, when the team When they arrived at the square, all four of them breathed out in unison, like a prisoner who had just come out.

Kotweimel’s square is a square, with a length and a width of twenty.In the middle of every month, a market is held here, attracting people from dozens of miles around to do business.Little Albert remembers very vividly. Whenever it comes to the big fair, the square will become awkward, full of people coming to join in the lively crowd; the circle of stone arcades surrounding the square will also be full of colorful stalls. Sweet, fragrant, fried, grilled, all kinds of delicious.

No matter the vendors or the customers, they are all missing today.Instead, rows of sacks were filled with corpses.Some may have been delivered earlier, the blood stains on the fabric have been condensed into black, and it looks like an iron plate.Countless flies crawled on the body bag, as if covering these horrible things with a wriggling blanket.