Rise In Calradia

In the shadow of the night, even the noisy soldier camp has dimmed. The people in Amira Town have already fallen asleep and rested early. They are busy with their work during the day. People are either rebuilding their houses or busy preparing for harvest. , the weather is getting colder, but the barn has just been rebuilt, and only a third of the residents' houses are occupied, and they have to work harder to get the job done.

Most of the wreckage has been cleaned up. Local residents and refugees from other places have set up tents on the vacated land. Although the conditions are difficult, people here can see hope in their lives. So even though it was getting late, many people gathered in what used to be a tavern, drinking beer around a campfire, listening to the bard sing the latest songs, and the stories told by the caravan guards (although the bragging rights included). And the exaggerated part accounts for the majority), the original tavern owner made a lot of money by selling liquor to the soldier's camp and operating the place, and even without Byron's support and funding, it was enough to rebuild his original tavern.

People come and go, and although not as lively as during the day, towns with entertainment at night are rare in Calradia. The guards also enjoyed it, and even took the initiative to join people's gatherings. Except where the fire was shining, the rest of the dark corners were almost unnoticed.

Several figures slowly emerged from the darkness. They were wearing thick clothes and wearing hoods on their heads. This makeup would easily arouse suspicion in normal times, but in this cold and disaster-stricken season, It is not uncommon for people to dress like this. They were probably in order to keep out the cold, and suffered a heavy blow in the disaster, and did not want to see people.

These people emerged from different corners of the town, then walked down the dilapidated streets like the rest of the town, and finally mixed into the crowd of the open-air tavern. Those absurd stories that make people laugh, but they pay attention to them. They only need to remove those parts that are obviously exaggerated, and the rest can be analyzed as important military information.

It's just that when these guys passed through those dark streets and ruins of buildings, they didn't notice that when they thought they had successfully infiltrated the city, many eyes were watching them in the dark.

"We can kill them at any time, if we need to, we won't let anyone find out, and the two idiots they met can't run away, we already know enough to kill all Saran within a hundred miles All the German spies were caught."

On the roof of the old house full of loopholes, Assassin's hired assassins whispered about their current leader.

"No."

Kress shook his head: "Byron wants to keep their lives and let them bring the news back."

She sighed and looked at the spies who had mixed into the crowd, her fingers holding the dagger trembled a few times. She wanted to kill all those guys now, and the feeling of slitting her throat and piercing her internal organs was overwhelming. But even so, she suppressed the urge to kill them.

"I don't know what he wants to do. Keeping them will only cause trouble. It's better to just kill them..." Kress said here, turned his head, pouted his mouth and bulged his cheeks very briefly, and then quickly He regained his previous indifferent expression: "But since he said it, I will abide by it, no matter what he means."

After saying this, Kress jumped off the roof, grabbed the rope they had placed in the process of falling, and fell to the ground safely. Afterwards, she gestured towards the person on the roof, telling him to be optimistic about the spies of Sultan Hakim.

Then, the little girl started walking along the broken cobble road in the dark. She had a good memory and agility. He remembered clearly where there were stumbling stones and where there were potholes on the road. , He walked briskly on this road full of traps like a juggler in a troupe doing rope dances, all the way to her favorite place on weekdays - the hiding place in the back mountain.

After the earthquake, she saw a lot of tragic situations. During the Byron mission, she saw many displaced refugees and tattered bodies buried in the rubble, but even so, she never looked directly at those people. A look at the victims.

"It's ok for those people to survive, and the others to fall down when they die."

Kress has always maintained this idea. She always believed that the life and death of people other than herself had nothing to do with him, and those poor people who came from the same hardship as her did not deserve sympathy at all. After all, when she was young, it was those poor people who made her suffer the most, robbed her of food and coins, and coveted her body. When the resistance of strength was difficult to win, she learned how to strike a knife in the shadows. It was also because of her honed skills that she was favored by the local nobles and did some dirty work for that person. Let her ignore life more and more. After all, if the target's throat is not cut, she will be punished and starved after returning, and the disappearance of a human life can make her better for a few weeks.

But after playing for Byron for so long, her mind has changed.

Now, she can accept the survival of some people and even protect their lives, such as those potential employers, current employers, Byron, Desaiwei, the owners of the shops she likes, those who sell jewelry but not fake jewelry , the subordinates who can help themselves earn money, and the enemies who are alive to provide them with job opportunities. If those people were good for him, Kress would still care a little bit about them.

"He's not in now..."

The rocks on the mountain buried many of the buildings backing the mountain, but this hideout was unexpectedly unaffected. Kress was very happy at the time, because then she could do her favorite pastime again: find an opportunity for Byron to relax here, post it secretly, and then pretend to kill her to frighten her, and finally the two of them looked down the mountain together. landscape. She started this dangerous game at a very young age, but even if she had a good grasp of proportions, few children were willing to cooperate with her at that time. Only Byron calmed down after the first two panics. He was cautious and no longer worried about his back here, and how to scare Byron became one of Kress’s research.

She didn't know what her feelings for Byron were, but the way Byron treated her was indeed different from all the nobles she knew. Maybe it was because he came from a commoner after all, or maybe it was his character, but Kress would really feel at ease when he was around.

She still remembered that when she first found Byron, she sneaked into the land room with a dagger and scared him so pale that no matter how calm she was, people would see through it at a glance. Kress caused a lot of trouble at the time and got a lot of stolen goods. She urgently needed shelter for her troops and a sum of money, and Byron "happily" agreed to her request. At that time, she felt that it was impossible for her to stay in this team for half a year. The timid captain and the team that pulled her hips would definitely drive her away sooner or later. At that time, she could "take" some money and leave immediately.

Who would have thought that a few years had passed, and she was still playing for Byron. She watched the small team grow little by little, and the timid captain grew at a speed she couldn't imagine, from a small captain to one of the most powerful lords in a big country. She had fantasized that one day she would be like the mistress of the small castle where she was a servant and was trained by the lord as an assassin. Jewelry that dazzled her eyes, and she scolded the subordinates endlessly, and those subordinates didn't dare to reply a word. In the past, when she thought about this, she would scold herself a few words, she was afraid that she would fall into this fantasy and could not bear the current life. But now, she no longer felt that it was a dream.

Byron was generous with his men, and even more so with women. Byron paid them a few salaries comparable to the town priests and country knights, and often gave them some trophies and purchased jewelry, but never asked for much. Because of his duties, he often needed to talk to her in private, but he never took advantage of her, and she knew very well that it was not simply because of the fear of being killed. He treats himself like those older brothers take care of their younger sisters, but Kress doesn't know if that's the right way to describe her. After all, she has no siblings, and if she does, she must have died of starvation or got married early.

So for Byron, she always had some unspeakable emotions. To this end, she also began to learn to write and read, because she always listened to Byron about the benefits of reading. Although she didn't believe it, she hoped that when Byron gave her a note, she could understand what was written on it. When Byron got married, she somehow felt a little lost. And when Byron went to war and left her behind, even if she came to this place, she would not feel the way she had before.

Kress thought of Jamila in boredom, and when she thought of this, she got angry. Although the two of them have a good relationship and they won't feel uncomfortable together, but in her little fantasy, she hopes that the person who gets the land can be herself. Her current efforts and studies are also an expression of not admitting defeat. In Byron, she not only found a sense of belonging, but also believed that her original daydreams had a chance to come true.

She hopes that she can have a small castle or manor of her own~www.NovelMTL.com~ Of course, the bigger one is better, and she does not have too much land and wealth. At that time, she can use the money she has saved to put on good clothes, hang jewelry all over her head, neck and wrists, and invite Byron and her few friends, Desaiwei, to come over. If Byron wants to, she can also invite his wife, and other acquaintances who remember but don't care about it, but Jamila is excluded, not because of bad relationship, but because of the temperament of the ladies who are all dressed up She would always feel lost. She hated being pretentious, but she also yearned for the noble life, but when they were together, it would make people very uncomfortable, because no matter how much jewelry and gold and silver she wore, she couldn't compare to them. This kind of feeling is enough for Byron's wife to come alone, but there is no need for another person. As for Mathilde, Kress still doesn't know much about her.

As for the others, Kress didn't care and didn't want to think about it. She sat there like this, looking at the town illuminated by the fire, clutching the gold and silver jewelry in her pocket, and continuing her beautiful fantasy. She was convinced that it wouldn't be long before Byron gave her what she wanted. After all, when Byron rewarded everyone, the two of them had a separate agreement.

"Although not now, but, Kress, I will repay you well, you have done a lot for me, and there will be more in the future, I swear, I will try my best to satisfy your wishes as a reward for you, this is Don't forget our agreement." Byron's words seemed to ring in her ears again.