Night Crow Sovereign

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Tova knows very well in his heart, he understands the identity of his family-the leader.

In other words… serfs.

The entire kingdom went through wars 100 years ago. Not only was the royal family and local nobles exchanged blood, most of the people were also reduced from free people to serfs during the war. The overwhelming majority of people in a domain were like this. He is also included.

Fortunately, his body is strong enough. 20 years ago, he became one of the guards of Mr. Crowley, who was still Lord Baron at the time. Later, for 20 years, he followed the opponent until he became a Viscount.

Not long ago, the territory of the Viscount was attacked.

It is precisely because of this that poor Tova was ordered to take Master Yate and leave.

Tova thought so in her heart, but looking at Yate’s “sluggish” expression, she couldn’t help but think again.

10000 One…10000 Is a Viscount Lord dead?

Can I get the reward of being pardoned as a free citizen for my family?

Tova shook the head, shook this absurd idea out of his mind and restored it to its original smiling face, but the cryptic seeds have already taken root

Yate heard the call, came back to his senses, thinking about Tova and asking: “What, what?”

With that said, he was a little hungry, so he extended the hand and grabbed a blue fenguo.

However, Tova withdrew his hand.

He didn’t know why he took it back, perhaps because of the thought that flashed in his mind just now.

However, he could not show any malice before he was sure that the Viscount Lord had failed.

“Tova?” Yate looked at Tova’s movements with some confusion.

Tova gave a dry laugh, and hurriedly thought about the reason: “It seems that it hasn’t been cleaned yet, Damn.”

After speaking, he pulled the coarse cloth of the fruit, wiped the surface of the fruit, and passed it over.

After wiping it, it gets dirtier, right?

Yate rolled the eyes, then, grabbed a fruit, lowered your head to eat the fruit.

However, there was also a chill in his heart.

He is familiar with various medieval games and has experience in many things.

It used to be just a game, not serious, now, seeing the dry smile on Tova’s face, I think of my current situation…

A bit bad…

Yate is not a fool. When he first woke up, he was a little confused, but after calming down, he thought of various pregnant situations.

Among several boss teams, he is generally the leader in charge of tactical decision-making. Although he is not very old, he is very careful in all kinds of things.

One of the most important characteristics of thinking is…often prepared mentally with the worst results.

And now, what is the worst situation?

exhausted?hunger?Thirsty?Or a possible danger in the forest?

Yate’s mind was running at high speed, grabbing the memories belonging to “Yate” in his mind, while secretly observing Tova’s movements.

Where I am now….. Like other deserted areas, there are a lot of fierce creatures in the outskirts of Tuvat Forest.

According to the size of this forest, there may even be powerful creatures equivalent to awakened knights, formal wizards.

The previous owner of the body Yate, like other noble Young Masters, he must receive basic education.

However, this Yate is a very active person, or rather, a guy who doesn’t like to learn very much. For these, there is not much detailed memory.

But just need to know.

This Tova’s strength was just a relatively strong ordinary guard, not a Knight.

Even the rank of Knight’s attendant could not be reached.

Tova is okay to protect him from ordinary thieves and refugees. As for those powerful creatures, don’t even think about it. As long as you encounter it, it is a word, death.

Now, it’s worse.

If news of the failure of the father of his body, Crowley, the Viscount, Tova is likely to transform from a protector to an enemy.

If Tova still has a conscience, he may continue to be protected or let go. If this conscience is a little bit less…

Thinking in another way, instead of escorting an heir to the viscount who is no longer useful and causing him to be hunted down, his family will suffer worse persecution. Yate is more willing to choose to tie the heir to the viscount and return to the unknown success In his hands.

“Huh—” Yate took a deep breath. He knew that at this time, he should find a way to separate from Tova and escape by himself.

No matter what the result is, he is not willing to put his life on the balance to see if the conscience of others at the other end is heavy enough.

Without showing anything, Yate learned the wayward gesture in his memory and said, “Tova, this thing is too ugly. I think it takes at least a piece of white bread to be worth my identity.”

Naturally, Tova knew what he meant, and that was to let him buy white bread.

In a few days, it’s not always a matter of life or death, still thinking about white bread?

In Tova’s heart, the trace of disrespect, in just a few minutes, grew crazily, but not at all surpassed the deep memory of being ruled by aristocrats.

He hesitated for a moment, and bowed: “Okay, my Young Master, you hide first, I will go to town to see…”

“Okay.” Yate has a smile on his face, and no one can see what he is thinking.

When Tova turned around and was about to leave, he heard Yate’s voice again: “Wait, Tova, wait a minute.”

“What’s the matter? My Young Master?” Tova turned around, feeling a little irritable.

“Let’s put the two blue fenguos here.” Yate pretended to be reserved, just like those noble children.

“Okay.” The irritability and boredom in his heart grew more and more, and Tova put the coarse cloth on the ground along with the blue fengo, and then left.

“…” Yate narrowed his eyes and looked at the other side’s silhouette completely disappearing from his vision. He glanced at the blue Fingo on the ground, grabbed one in each hand, and left the place.

An hour later, Tova returned to the agreed place.

However, it was not white bread that was brought, not even brown bread, only 3 attendants.

As for the identity? Certainly not the attendant of the Viscount Crowley.

“Hey, Tova.” The man who looked like Captain put his hand on Tova’s shoulder. “Where is the little Young Master?”

The attendant Captain has a smile on his face, but the smile is not at all kind.

“He was here just now!” A thin layer of sweat appeared on Tova’s forehead, “I asked him to wait here!”

“Really?” The attendant Captain said with a cold laugh, “If you can’t find anyone, you can go back with me.”

“Ken, I can definitely find it!” Tova trembled. He knew that this “go back” was different from the “go back” he had originally imagined.