Great Single Player of the Heavens

The members of the Rat Gang are waifs, beings created by war, disaster and contempt.

The power of fate brings together six people from all over the world, with different identities and races.

Six people born in an era of contempt have their own tragic stories:

Carlyle awoke amid smoke, fire, and blood, and found himself lying among corpses in a sacked fortress.

Then he met Reif, a soldier who was still breathing and came to loot the fortress.

The two people, who were both only sixteen years old, decided to go together because they did not want to be alone and were unwilling to kill each other.

The two killed a tax collector and rode the stolen horses through the village, spending the remaining money freely and laughing at the same time.

. . .

Giselehe is a deserter.

After escaping from the rebels, he joined a gang and continued to plunder in order to survive.

However, when they were in a certain forest, the elves' sharp arrows turned into death's scythes and kept attacking them.

Giselhe, who was shot through the shoulder by an arrow and nailed to a tree, was saved by an exiled elf.

The female elf has a poetic ancient name "Anyavidion", which translates to "son of fire".

However, it was too difficult for Giselehe to pronounce, so he decided to call her Iskra.

. . .

Mihir came from the city of Thern in North Mechit and was born into a wealthy aristocratic family.

After hearing the news that the Nilfgaardian army was marching towards Thern, the citizens fled the city one after another, including Mihir's family.

During the escape, the girl was separated from her family and fell into the hands of Nilfgaardian slave traders.

Since the market for virgins under seventeen is very good, she was not defiled.

Until the slave caravan was robbed by a group of robbers and killed all the males, she had just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth again.

When Esther, the blacksmith's son, dragged her out of the ditch,

This former noblewoman is already dying...

. . .

The six met while attending a harvest festival celebration in a village in Giso.

Among the happy crowd, they soon discovered each other.

They are too different and too similar.

Understanding the importance of companions, the six decided to come together and continue to protect each other in this era of contempt.

Giselhe, who was cold-faced, thin and tall, with black hair, became the leader.

They named themselves the "Rat Gang" because someone called them that and they liked the name.

They looted and murdered, and their cruelty was well known to everyone.

At first, the Nilfgaardians turned a blind eye to the Mouse Gang, thinking that like other gangs, they would sooner or later die at the hands of groups of angry farmers, or they would split up due to uneven distribution of the spoils, or even kill each other.

However, they were wrong.

Unlike other gangs, the Rat Gang disdains loot and attacks, robs, and kills just for fun.

Everything they looted from the Nilfgaardian transport was given to the villagers in exchange for weapons and clothing.

The grateful villagers will give them food and water, as well as shelter and cover.

No matter how hard the Nilfgaardians swing their whips, they still won't tell you where the Mouse Gang hides out and how they come out.

Even if a sizable reward is given, the informant will not live to claim it, and will be burned to death in a sea of ​​​​fire lit late at night, or his throat will be cut in his sleep.

As a result, the Nilfgaardians began to adopt other methods, such as placing internal agents.

However, this tried and tested method failed again.

The Mouse Gang does not accept anyone. They are loyal and united to each other and do not need outsiders at all.

Until one day, a girl with silver hair, silent, and as dexterous as a juggler appeared in front of them.

The rats knew nothing about this girl.

Except for the fact that she was just like them before, lonely and resentful, wanting to vent her anger on the world.

Because this era of contempt has taken too much away from her.

In this way, this silver-haired girl named "Falga" who came from nowhere joined the Mouse Gang and became the seventh member...

. . .

With the rapid sound of horse hooves, the Mouse Gang and a group of people rushed out of the woods.

When the riders escorting the convoy saw the brightly dressed people, they couldn't help but be shocked:

"The Rat Gang!"

In front of the seven people who cooperated seamlessly, these guards who had different opinions had no chance to escape.

Falga, who was riding a part-colored horse with silver hair hanging from his hat, held a sword and personally cut the armpit artery of a guard who tried to attack him, and watched quietly as he died of excessive bleeding. , then shook the reins and left without looking back.

This ambush battle came to an end quickly.

After stopping the carriage, pushing the coachman to the ground, and grabbing the reins, everyone gathered around the carriage.

Carlyle roughly opened the door of the carriage, and Falga also dismounted nimbly, still holding the long sword stained with blood in his hand.

I saw two women, one big and one small, sitting in the carriage.

A fat nanny wearing an old-fashioned gown and soft hat held a pale-faced girl in a black skirt with a similar collar.

Falga noticed that she had a very beautiful brooch on her chest.

"Hey! These horses are spotted horses. They can definitely be exchanged for a lot of gold coins."

Compared to others, Carlyle cared more about the two women in the carriage.

Seeing the lustful look in Carlyle's eyes, the fat nanny couldn't help but tighten the girl in her arms and begged for mercy:

"You can take whatever you want. I just want to beg you, sir, not to violate this young lady."

"We, the Mouse Gang, do not harm women." Giselhe said coldly as he grabbed the reins.

"That's right, we don't hurt women, we just have some fun with them occasionally." Carlyle, standing by the carriage door, looked at the girl with a lewd smile: "As long as they are willing. Young lady, are you If you feel a little itchy between your legs, don't be shy, just nod."

"Shut up, Carlyle, your joke is not funny. Reif, Iskra, untie the harness. Mihir, lead the horse, we are leaving."

"Carlyle, stop dawdling, come over quickly and help us untie the harness. Falga, come over and help us too!"

However, Falga, who was standing beside the carriage, turned a deaf ear.

Because, she was attracted by the coat of arms on the car door - a silver unicorn on a black field.

I once encountered a unicorn. When I was trapped in an endless desert, it appeared and rescued me.

However, she was not sure whether it was in another period of her life or in a dream.

I am Falga, but I have not always been Falga...

Thinking of this, Falga came back to her senses and suddenly stepped on the steps of the carriage, her green eyes staring closely at the brooch on the girl's chest:

"Hand it over!"

"You are so brave! Do you know who you are talking to? She is the daughter of Baron Casadei, and she is of noble birth!"

Hearing this, Faljia first looked around to make sure that other companions could not hear her voice, then turned her head and said in a scornful tone to the two people in the carriage:

"Daughter of a Baron? What an insignificant title. Even if this pale-faced snot-nosed creature is a countess, she should still bow to me!"

"Now, give me the brooch! Do you want me to pull her bra out too?!"

After getting what she wanted, Falja turned around with satisfaction, joined her other companions, took a few valuable horses, and left together...