Duke of Grief

Henry looked at his wife, who was holding her daughter, staring blankly at the sky.

Seeing his wife's appearance, Henry pursed his mouth and sighed weakly.

"coming……"

A loud noise came, he turned his head, and immediately hugged his wife and daughter, the wife also looked in a panic direction, the daughter deflated her mouth, and buried her head in the mother's arms.

That's a soldier in this territory!

It's all because of the'ruthless nobles' that they are kept out of the sad wind.

Henry watched nervously as the soldiers with a smirk were guarding someone walking slowly. He glanced curiously. Is it a noble?

"Quiet! Quiet!"

The deacon yelled twice, but found helplessly that his yell was not as deterrent as the soldier's sword.

Choking!

"be quiet!"

After receiving instructions from the deacon, the captain of the soldiers first pulled out the long sword, and then the soldiers also pulled out the long sword.

The shining long sword reflected the cold light in the sun, and the captain's screams also caused the refugees to stop talking slowly, but Henry's daughter was also taken aback, hiding in the mother's arms, out There was a small sob.

‘Untouchables are untouchables! ’

The middle-aged man dressed as a deacon glanced at the refugees, adjusted his collar, and shouted: "We came here not to drive you out, but to accept the order of the maid and the elder to rescue you! The grown-up is the wife of our lord of the mournful wind leader and the manager of the mourning wind. She can’t bear to see you suffer, so the kind and generous maid, the grown-up maid, let our lord gather you together. In this way, we Only then can we better rescue you! Do you understand? We are not here to drive you away, but to rescue you!"

After hearing this, the refugees froze for a moment, and then discussed in a low voice.

They are not the leaders of the sorrowful wind, how dare they talk about the nobility in the face of this "noble steward"

"Henry..." The wife pulled La Henry's clothes corner, hesitating, "I heard the news of "Maid Maid", I heard that she is a good person, will this be true..."

Looking at the hope in his wife's eyes and the daughter in her arms, Henry pulled the "family treasures" closer, "I hope it is..."

"I say it again-we are not here to drive you out, we are here to rescue you! We were ordered by the maidservant to come to your rescue!"

The deacon whispered, strenuously shouting: "The eldest maid is kind and generous, and he does not want to see you continue to suffer, let us help you! You can rest assured, not only you, but also others, some people from other places have gone, willing Follow me now to keep up..."

He saw that the refugees showed no signs of action, and after thinking about it, he continued to shout: "There is bread! There is food! There is a tent! Follow us, there is food and there is a tent!"

The words of the deacon did not fall, and the refugees were already tumultuous.

"Really? Is there food?" a refugee asked aloud.

"Yes! There is food! Not only food, but also tents, and places to live!"

"Henry!" The wife grabbed the stunned Henry's arm with excitement and shook it. "Have you heard? There is food! There is food!"

"Will he... lied to us?" Henry smiled bitterly. "If he lied to us as slaves or miners..."

He lowered his head and saw his daughter's pure brown eyes and small dirty face, his mouth closed, but his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.

Henry mentioned ‘Full Body Belongs’ and stood up from the ground. “Come on... maybe it’s true?”

He glanced at the direction of the deacon, then lowered his head slightly, and whispered, "Anyway... well, we just have something like that--it's better than starving to death."

The wife stood up holding her daughter in surprise, followed Henry who was carrying a hoe, hatchet, and a few clothes.

Out of the shade, Henry narrowed his eyes, and the deacon took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead and neck.

As autumn approaches, the weather during the day is getting hotter and hotter, and the deacon who wants to go back early beckons, "There is food! There is a place to live! There is protection, don't worry about wild animals, come with me if you want to go."

Saying that, the deacon seemed to suddenly remember something, pointing to the West, "If someone chooses to stay in that direction, but can't live anymore, go in that direction, and there will be a place for you!"

After talking, the deacon looked at those who had stood up and seemed to decide to go with themselves... not yet halfway through.

Wiping away his sweat, he said to the soldiers: "Stand on both sides to protect them. The maid and the elder maid's orders must be obeyed by the master. If something goes wrong, I can't guarantee you."

Hearing this, the soldiers pouted, and then reluctantly walked to the sides of the refugees, standing still under the trembling gaze of those refugees.

"Let’s go, if you don’t go, you can’t catch up with dinner!"

The deacon was a bit regretful, why didn't he come in the morning, but chose the afternoon? Choose the evening!

Henry took his wife and daughter along with the deacon. He looked back at the refugees who were still in the shade and looked at them with a few glances. He took back his sight and took his daughter from his wife. Let his wife carry the'ownership' and walk on the warm grass against the big sun.

A huge fireball hung in the air, the team marched in silence.

The deacon scolded, but he didn't dare to hear it. Henry opened the wet hair on his daughter's forehead, relaxed her left shoulder, and made her sleep more comfortably.

After a long walk, Henry licked his chapped lips, glanced at his wife, and looked at the camp far away.

There were many tents erected on the periphery of the camp, and many tents were erected after the refusal. The sun was already slanting west, and the smoke was rising, they seemed to smell the smell of the air.

However, this is just an illusion, and now they can only smell sweat and sour.

The deacon looked at the camp, relieved, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go, that's it, just to catch up with dinner."

He no longer had the strength to continue shouting, and even his throat became hoarse. The deacon coughed twice because of his dry throat, and led the team into the camp.

Several soldiers sitting or standing on both sides of the wooden door of the camp were eating bread and watching the swallows, the refugees could not help but swallow.

At a glance, the bread knew that it was a high-end product, and you can swallow it in a big mouth without fear of being scratched in your throat...

They certainly can't eat this kind of bread.

The soldiers guarding the gate glanced at them, and then placed their eyes on Henry.

"What is that?" A soldier chewed a few bites, swallowed the bread, and pointed his chin to the bag in Henry's wife's hand.

"Yes, **** and hatchet..." Henry answered tightly, holding his daughter's hand tightly.

The soldiers discussed it, then shook their heads at Henry. "No, these things can't be brought in. We can exchange the money for you, but these--" The soldier pointed to the **** and hatchet and waved his hand. "Can't bring it in!" "

Everyone was watching them, the daughter turned her head to the side, the wife clenched her hands, and Henry...

His eyes crossed the shoulders of several soldiers and cast into the camp.

It was also ragged, but they were talking loudly and walking around.

Seeing this scene, Henry made up his mind.

"Don't bring it in, don't bring it in." Henry shook his head and asked: "If we don't bring it in, can we go in?"

"Yes, as long as these are not brought in, you can go in ~www.NovelMTL.com~ A soldier called back: "Grim, what about people? "

"I'm coming."

A thin man called ‘Grim’ walked out of the camp. Unlike everyone else, he wore a full dress and a cloth bag around his waist.

Turning his eyes, he found Henry.

He walked over, looked down at the **** and hatchet a few times, and pulled two things out of his own hands, holding them in his hands.

"Extend your hand."

Henry obediently extended his right hand, and then twelve copper pieces fell into his hands.

He looked at the skinny man in surprise. The skinny man held a **** in one hand and a hatchet in the other, and said, "Both of these things are old, so I can only pay you twelve pieces of copper. If there is no problem, then Go in, dinner time is up."

In this way, Henry entered the refugee camp.