Anthony turned his head in surprise at the sudden sound that filled the tavern. Only then did I realize that the Lord was referring to me!
More ominously, the tavern inside that a few full of gangster spirit, also unreasonable like around.
Antony, however, quietly shook his coat and said, in a somewhat displeased voice, "Esteemed George. Sir William Austen, at these times the silver foxes I have just given Lorna will suffice..."
The words had not finished, he was a slap in the face.
"Witch!! "Gag him!" "Rightness! How did he know the names of the chief and Lorna? !" "Cut off his hair! Burn it and give it to the eldest brother to drink!" "Don't talk nonsense! I heard you need to soak your toenails in water!" "Don't forget Rona's share!
The soldiers pressed the Grand Maester to the ground in a hubbub, and in their struggle, a smelly shoe was shoved into his mouth.
Antony, with tears in his eyes, tried to defend himself, but he faltered and could not speak.
"And he tried to cast spells! Cut off his little finger! Cut off his little finger! (There is a superstitious belief that witches and wizards get their cursing power from the little finger - of course, the story is different from village to village...) "
Antony watched blankly as the ignorant soldiers tied him up, and he saw that one of them had actually drawn a dagger.
In his despair, the Lord who seemed to be supposed to talk some reason finally came up and stopped the unreasonable soldiers.
Then, in Antony's hopeful gaze, the Lord stepped on the stool, lifted his chin, raised a finger to his nose, and uttered three words with certainty:
"You didn't."
Say that finish, black shop owner then put his waist bag, into his arms...
"Didn't the divination say this was a hopeful place of order?" Desperate Anthony in the heart of this sentence, has been blocked in the mouth of that stinky shoe...
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Mountain, fog forest.
"Oh? So you've come from the east, Anthony?" George asked carelessly, holding 'little William' in his hand. He took a deep breath of the forest air and felt the faint scent of pine filling his nose.
The party was almost there, and although Mitsuyama took the group on a nice detour, the descent was a bit difficult.
In order not to hurt the hooves of their horses, and not to be dismounted by the branches in the fog, all twenty of them had dismounted.
The soldiers in the territory are now close to five squads of 60 men. And many of them are just as fierce as the wolves.
Later join those recruits, before this is the rice mountain under the veteran oil son, so the quality is good, and the original bandits are almost.
These men, and the wolves, were now more than capable of patrolling the territory.
"Yes, Sir. After finding it impossible to persuade the nobles of the capital, I followed the tide of refugees westward. But the gates of the city of the wind were closed, and I could not enter. Then we met a wave of corpses and I got separated from the group. And then I came here." Antony, holding an egg in his hand and holding it to his face, answered the Lord.
Although his words sounded calm, his heart was not. Because the giant behind him was staring at his face, and it made him feel a little creepy all the time.
"Where are you going after that?" "George asked softly, touching two wolves that had darted out of the woods.
Antony looked at the sacks on the Lord's horse, which had been hanging from his body. And the sword with which the retinues had wielded it, which had hitherto been his own.
Then he heaved a deep sigh, and said: "Stay here for the present, for the present. However, in response to your conduct in this way, I wish to express..."
"Huh?"
The Lord's voice, which sounded a little displeased, made the eyes of the surrounding henchmen turn sour. Especially Martin, the smelly rascal who had slapped him and put a smelly shoe in his mouth, looked him up and down with a half-smile.
"I mean, I mean, it looks like you could use some hands around here... Ahem." Anthony couldn't help his throat.
When he heard the Lord talk about the glass, corrected a few of George's mistakes, and talked a lot about it, George realized the value of this fellow.
And then the guy makes a little quip about what George is doing with Lorna's collection...
So there's no way he can escape.
But when George 'invites' this guy to the party, Anthony realizes...
Apparently, the Lord had no intention of leaving him alone in his domain, and seemed to intend to have someone 'look after' him at all times...
Antony knew that he was afraid to fall into this dark den, and it was obviously not a wise thing to live with this group of violent bandits.
He could not help but look out, and his thoughts were so confused that he did not even notice that someone had taken the egg from his hand.
"But..." On the other side, the Lord who had just forced the people to stay, suddenly changed his face again. With a drawling voice, he turned around, looked at the "young" maester, who was already in his thirties, with a half-smile, and said, "Mr. Anthony, this refuge of mine is not a bad place. It's your duty to stay in such a fine place and do some work. But the standard of the food in the pub, you see. Must we not hand over some money?"
Antony stared at the Lord. He could not believe he could say such a thing!
To force people to work here, without food and money? !
It's absolutely shameless!
He would never associate himself with such a black boss!
"Your excellency." Anthony said with a solemn face, "The money can be deposited with you... I mean, leave it with you, and you can charge it according to the cost."
"Hehe hehe, you really misunderstood, Mr. Anthony. I have no desire for such things from you, so be assured that your precious things will be deposited with me only for a few days." George laughed. He patted Anthony on the shoulder and said, "Not only, don't you think you should write to your friends and family?"
Anthony stood there for a moment, and at last he understood something.
This is not some shady boss.
It's not a black shop.
This is a bandit copycat.
He's been kidnapped.
Perhaps I should take advantage of this outing to slip away?
Never mind the kidnappers around, or the seven or eight wolves in the woods around.
What about your stuff?
The bandits not only took away their own bags, but also stripped themselves clean and checked them over and over again!
Although the clothes did change into a new... Even though it was a robe, and it was white, it was a little too coquettish in an environment where things were always getting dirty. You can see how vain the Lord is.
But Antony was satisfied, for the lines were so orthodox that it was hard to find anything like them in the Holy See. He studied it for a while.
Except for this new dress, there was not a hair left for him!!
'My books are the only ones... 'Anthony burst into tears.
Besides, about this misty forest, rice mountain still tells a story -- werewolf.
Werewolves are not much of a thing, even in Sanctuary Prohibition books. They are hidden among ordinary people, but have evil, crazy, bloodthirsty hearts. When their hair grows out of their flesh and their teeth grow sharp, they are big and vigorous enough to make anyone tremble.
"We felt the scene, there was a lot of debris, only a complete iron boot..."
"Even a pious, steadfast, pure heart, cursed by a dark wizard, will inevitably turn into a bloodthirsty butcher on that full moon night." Michan boasted to his squire, "And even the strong armour will be torn to pieces in their mad claws. They move through the woods faster than horses. If you think you're going to be able to do this with just a few weapons or some sort of magic trick, you're wrong."
Mitsuyama pulled out a dagger from his waist and said, "The only thing that can deal with them is silver... Of course, Patron's lords and knights can easily deal with them."
At this point, Michaels gave Anthony a deliberate look.
Clever Anthony could guess, of course, that the frightening story was probably meant for him. As for many of the werewolves' habits, the man who made up the story is, in Antony's eyes, completely wrong -- strictly based on folklore.
So Anthony was sure that the man had never seen a werewolf mutilated corpse, much less anything like it.
But when he heard the howling of the wolves in the woods, he drew his collar closer to the mighty knight...
Indeed, though, at finding his way through the fog, Anthony thought he was a little better. And avoiding monsters, it's not that hard.
But it was obviously not a good idea to go alone in this desolate wood.
And the food and shelter, it seems, is okay... Not quite as good as the Prime Minister's, though.
Maybe I should consider a previous' aristocratic agreement 'with this guy... Well, the aristocratic agreement was too much for this mean, black - hearted fellow to keep. But an agreement signed in the name of the patron god should still be possible.
With this agreement and their ability to earn some money, as their own ransom there is no problem.
Thinking of this, Anthony rubbed his fingers and made a decision.
"Huh? Where are my eggs?"
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This last climb did not last long before the ground flattened out. After inspecting the goods, they got back on their horses and rode through the fog. At dusk an abandoned manor house emerged from the mist.
The party circled the area around the farm and, after making sure that there were no ambushes or monsters, left the Wolf outside and led the men into the farm.
The estate is a typical holiday estate, with few fields and many gardens. Square and the surrounding supporting buildings are very exquisite, the central manor castle big house, is also a simple "one" word pattern, it is very atmospheric. It is not the intricate, tightly connected defence architecture of the 'return' style of Johannes Castle.
But this territory, once reserved for enjoyment, now lies in ruins. Can only vaguely recognize, it was once luxurious traces.
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