Soul of Burning Steel

　　 "boring."

　　 Holding a spear and a shield in his hand, Francis stood at the gate of the lord’s mansion. He looked at the empty street in front of him and couldn't help but sighed: "There is no one, but I want to guard the door... Hiss—it's so cold!"

The eaves were frozen, the white ground was frosty, and the early wind in the winter was bitterly cold, causing his body to tremble slightly. The armor made of steel could not keep warm at all. The leather armor was penetrated like paper by the cold, but even so, Francis did not put down his guard. , But carefully observe the surrounding movement back and forth.

　　 He kept complaining, but he had been a mercenary for more than ten years. He also knew that he should do things with money. The doorman is indeed uncomfortable, but it is better than fighting people.

Francis knew about the attack that had just happened near the gate of the city. He heard the news not long after he got up. It is said that the soldiers said that the assailants were powerful and defeated fifty heavy-armored pikemen in one person. Nowadays, people are still lurking in the city and disappearing, no wonder his employer is so careful.

　　 is not fifty farmers, this is fifty soldiers! Defeating with one person's power is really incredible, even the head 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 the most guarded, but he will still do everything he can do his due diligence. As long as he gets the money, he will never fish in troubled waters. It is his code and persistence.

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

Over forty years old, Francis has not broken through the high-level silver. As a human, it means that he has little chance to advance to the golden glory, but even if there is no possibility of progress in the future, he at least has a wealth of combat experience, a mercenary. This meal can continue to be eaten for seven or eight years, and he will not consider finding a place to buy a piece of land until he becomes physically exhausted in his fifties, so that he can live safely for the rest of his life.

　　 But will mercenaries have the rest of their lives? What a good cold joke.

　　 Amused by his own thoughts, Francis suddenly heard a sound other than the sound of the wind.

　　 Tap, tap, tap.

　　 On the corner of the street, footsteps sounded.

　　 was inaudible at first, but as he approached, his voice became louder and louder, until Francis turned his head in doubt and looked at the corner where the footsteps came from.

If it was normal, no one would pay attention to the sound of footsteps, but since the beginning of the martial law, few people in this city have come out to walk around on the streets. In addition to the commotion and severe cold in the morning, no one has come out today. Suddenly there was such a clear sound of footsteps, no wonder Francis was puzzled.

　　 After a while, a tall, black-haired man appeared in his field of vision. A young girl with silver hair and green eyes appeared on his side, who looked a bit like a father and daughter according to her height—well, should they be brothers and sisters? But in this case, the hair color is wrong.

　　No, no, no matter what the relationship is, the most strange thing is why these two people came out at this time, right? Obviously the weather is so cold, there have been attacks before.

There was confusion in his mind for a moment, but Francis immediately came back to his senses. Seeing the two people getting closer and closer, he didn't have time to care about the weirdness, so he immediately stepped forward and frowned and said loudly, "Please, please Stop, there is a restricted area ahead, please go around!"

　　 "...very dedicated."

　　 After a few seconds of silence, the black-haired man nodded. He seemed to not care about Francis's serious expression and the weapon in his hand. He commented to himself: "There are so many people, and you have the strength of a fighter."

　　 "What... what so many people?"

　　 After thinking about these words, Francis suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood in the wind, and suddenly a chill rushed to his spine.

　　 (Yes, there are obviously many people patrolling nearby. It is logically impossible for these two people to go to the gate of the lord’s mansion, is it?!)

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

　　 "Those people are all dead."

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

　　He is the guy who raided the city gate!

This is just a guess, and it seems that there is no wrong guess. Although he has not taken a shot yet, Francis just glanced at the man and felt that he was just like a fear technique. His feet could not help but tremble, and his body was all over trembling.

In front of him, a sword abolished seventeen heavy pikemen, and silently killed a few terrible monsters patrolling soldiers on the streets. Looking at the breath, it did not reach the golden realm, but it was definitely enough to easily solve him. It is not a horizontal existence!

　　 "...please leave!"

Trembling, controlling the spear with hands that barely restrained the shaking, Francis pointed the tip of the spear at the man in front of him. Although there was still fear in his eyes, he did not take a step back. Instead, he said loudly: "Repeat, this is the restricted area. I’m going to attack further!"

　　 The black-haired man in front of him wore a simple leather jacket and horseback riding outfit. There was nothing on his body that could be called a weapon. UU Reading www.uukanshu. There is a small smudge on the leg of Com's trousers that seems to be blood-it seems that he killed the mercenaries who patrolled without using any weapons, it was beyond imagination.

Just because he understood the strength of the other party, when Francis said this, he felt that his heart was grasped by a hand, and his grip was getting tighter, and the blood on his body was out of control—but he still He didn't put down his weapon, even his hands lost strength due to fear, and he didn't take a step back.

If you receive money, you have to do things. If you get a commission, you have to perform your duties. It is his duty to guard the door. This is his responsibility. Although there are people among the mercenaries who are willing to betray their tasks for money, but he is Francis. No, even if his strength is not strong, his will will not shrink.

　　 Fighting is not terrible. Fighting to death is the minimum consciousness of the empires, and the tenacity of the people in the north is far superior to other empires. As a mercenary in the north, Francis has his own pride! Even if he has no chance of winning, he has to fight!

　　 "Good willpower."

　　 The black-haired man looked at the spear pointed at his throat in Francis's hand, without the slightest movement, but said a little compliment: "It's a pity."

　　 Then...there is no more.

The black-haired man in front of him suddenly disappeared, and when a gust of wind blew, Francis felt his chest tight, and the spear in his hand was cut in half by a sudden force, and his body seemed to lighten a lot. He flew towards a higher place, slowly. The ground falls...

　　 His will sank into the darkness, and before he fell into the deepest coma, the mercenary vaguely heard the loud sound of a blow from the closed door.

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