Twenty Sided Dice

The relationship between the two is going well, they stay together all day, and even a simple exchange of eyes will attract laughter. Sometimes, two people hold hands and face each other silently, without saying a word, and feel happy even as time goes by. In this way, they marched all the way north, crossed two large rivers, left the grassland, and the terrain became uneven. There are gravels everywhere, and shallow ditches criss-cross, making it impossible to ride on horseback. The two of them could only walk with their horses, heading towards the foot of the city wall mountain range.

They were looking for a way into the mountains, which became a very difficult thing. Since the city wall mountains are difficult to climb, the entire castle defense line is connected by roads that go up and down the mountain continuously. At the foot of the mountain there will be villages that grow their own food. However, in the north, there is always not enough food to eat, so the people in the village also part-time miners, looking for valuable ores from the city walls and mountains, transporting them from a distance, and selling them to the tribes on the grasslands in exchange for livestock and rations.

The Dwarf's Top of Mora occupies the best part of the entire Walled Mountains, but there are still many treasures hidden in other parts of the Mountains. It is not easy to obtain these gifts of the earth, requiring long and hard exploration and excavation. For humans, their lives are too short to bear such a wait. So there will be some hired dwarves out there who move in the empty spaces between the castles, marking minerals and looking for caves that can go deep underground. They recorded all this in the library management on the top of Mora, hiding the information of the treasure so that only the dwarves could read it. They only tell human employers a small fraction of these minerals, those that are very common to dwarves. Therefore, the lords here are far less wealthy than the compatriots in the south and the knights of the Starry Kingdom.

In order to maintain the rule and security here, they have no choice but to continue to oppress the civilians in the village, or to loot like the tribes on the steppe. Therefore, on the plank road of the City Wall Mountains, most of the robbers are dressed as castle guards. According to changes in living standards, they will loot the caravans passing by the plank road. This has caused the entire region's economy to start a vicious circle, with higher and higher prices and less and less food. Only those castles with mineral deposits survived, barely making ends meet by mining.

Siegel and Janet passed through such a village, they didn't even have a proper name, they were simply called "the village at the foot of the mountain". The stream here is dry, the houses are dilapidated, and only some tobacco plants grow crookedly in the fields. The old woman was shaking the wheel hard by the well, and the crunching sound made her ears hurt. Some children work in the newly burnt fields, picking out all the stones in the soil, throwing them aside, digging some small holes, planting wheat seeds, and then praying that the snow in winter will protect them, and the sunshine in spring will let them. They sprout.

Siegel looked around and found that there was no man here, except for the small one, which was not as tall as a long sword, and the old one was thinner than a shield. The women here stared blankly at Siegel and Janet. Compared with their strong horses, sturdy clothes, well-equipped equipment and plump bodies, the people here are like living in a poor hell, but the most important thing is What disturbed Siegel was the look in their eyes—there was no hope, no longing, or even jealousy in them, just endless numbness.

"If there was no threat from orcs, this place might develop, with more farmland and merchants, instead of what it is now." Janet whispered.

"What is their lord doing? Letting his people starve to death?" Siegel felt sad, but could do nothing. He saw a house with a horse pen by the road leading to the mountain, and three lean horses tied to the trough. There was also a badge on one of the saddles—the black sun glowing red—that was the Slynt family, the owners of Blackblood Castle.

"Let's ask the knights here to find out about the situation. At least determine the specific location." Siegel said.

They stopped the horse and saw no one coming out of it, so they had to do it themselves. A lot of chopped wood was piled up beside the stables, and a chipped axe was gnawed on the stake, and the handle of the axe was blackened. A large bale of hay was scattered randomly on the ground, and Siegel checked it and found no thorny branches inside.

The two pushed open the door and entered. The hotel was empty, with only an old lady cook standing behind the counter. The tables and chairs here are made of black wood, the same color as the walls here, the same color as everything here. A small fire pit was dug in the middle of the house, and in it was burning gray charcoal, and it was the smoke from this thing that dyed everything black. A tin pot was standing on the fire, and the mushroom broth inside was steaming and fragrant. On a nearby table, a simple meal of brown bread, onions, and eggs lay on several broken plates, enough for three people.

There are no knights, only a cook—or a shopkeeper, anyway, there is only one person here who can ask. Siegel found a sturdy chair, wiped it clean and let Janet sit down, then took out a silver coin and put it on the table, and asked, "Shop, what can I eat here? I can drink."

"I don't want to cause trouble, sir." The woman saw Siegel's breastplate and weapon, and recognized Janet as his maid or mistress—sometimes there was no difference between the two, so she replied timidly.

"I'm not a jazz lord, and I don't want to cause trouble, I just want something to eat and drink." Siegel smiled kindly and said, "If you can tell me who the horses out there belong to, they're here again. Where have you gone, I will thank you even more."

"Then I don't dare to say, Sir." The cook looked at the silver coin, swallowed, and said, "I only have some dog meat left here, air-dried, and it is delicious when boiled in soup, and all that is left is black bread. And onions. Oh, and half a bottle of cider, a little sour, but thirst-quenching."

"There's nothing delicious here, let's have a bite." Janet advised.

"Okay. No need for dog meat. Get some bread and onions. If you have carrots or cabbage, wash them and bring them over." Siegel tossed the silver coins to the shopkeeper and waited patiently with Janet.

After a while, there were loud noises and arrogant laughter outside, the sound of dragging bags and begging for mercy. Siegel was worried, and was about to stand up to take a look when Janet took his hand and said, "They'll always come in."

Sure enough, the door of the hotel was kicked open, and three men walked in. One wearing scaled armor with a black sun logo on the shield behind him, about 5 feet tall, with a large white bump on the side of his nose, looks funny and weird. The other two should be his attendants, wearing simple leather armor, one is fat and tall, and the footsteps on the ground rumble. The other is of medium height, medium build, and looks very ordinary. He is holding an iron chain in his hand, and the other end of the chain is tied to a unkempt woman. It was the woman who kept begging for mercy, but was dragged and stumbled.

"Bastard, do you think we are all idiots if you have eggs and no chickens?" As soon as the tall fat man entered the hotel, he threw a chicken with a broken neck to the cook, and said loudly, "Hurry up and pluck the hairs, and then Stew it. Mushroom dog meat or something has long been tired of eating."

"How about eating a live chicken before it dies?" The ordinary-looking guy shook the chain in his hand and smiled strangely.

The knight with a big pimple let out a low voice: "Shut up, you two idiots." Then his messy hair covered the puffiness on his face as if nothing had happened. "I didn't expect to meet the noble sir here. Where do you two come from?"

"I'm not some kind of Sir Sir." Siegel blurted out, but Janet couldn't stop it. "I want to ask how to get to Castle Black and what are you doing."

"Isn't it Sir Sir?" The knight looked suspiciously up and down, stared at Siegel's armor, looked at his age, and guessed his origin. When his eyes swept over to Janet, the look inside made the kitten feel very uncomfortable.

"Ask us what we do? Could it be that you are a spy? Where did the armor on your body come from? It doesn't seem to fit very well. Was it stolen or robbed?"

Siegel stood up. He was taller and stronger than Big Knob. His hand was placed beside his waist, and his fingers tapped the handle of the knife lightly. Janet is hiding behind Siegel, and the dragon tooth dagger is in a position where she can draw it at any time~www.novelmt.com~ What, want to fight against the three of us? But we won't fight you. The big lump shook his head, shook his stubby fingers, and said, "This is the jurisdiction of the Black Blood Castle, and everyone is managed by the Viscount. Come with me now." First, hand over the weapon. "

"You are dreaming," Siegel replied.

Big lump shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent: "This is your choice. I am a knight, and you dare to draw a knife in front of me? Boy, you are a commoner, you should bow your head and talk to me. Offend the nobles , illegal possession of weapons, and arrests, you've committed quite a few crimes."

"There is also the crime of espionage." The ordinary-looking attendant quickly added: "He asked around about the situation of the garrison, and it must be a spy bought by the orcs."

"There is also a female spy, a beautiful female spy, take it back for a good review." The fat attendant added.

Siegel understands that the other party is waiting for him to draw his weapon first, so as to convict all charges, then they will have enough reasons to hunt him down, and maybe even dispatch patrols. Maybe they were already eyeing the horses stored outside before they even came in. These people are dressed as knights, but inside they are robbers. Siegel now understands that the truth "I'm not Sir Sir" is causing trouble and getting himself into a quandary.

It is not the first time that he has been arrested. He has experienced arrests on the cloak road of the dwarves and the northern grasslands of the nomads, and he has obeyed twice. But this time he had Janet by his side, and there was no justice at all, depending on the situation. So Siegel shrugged his shoulders, let out a long breath, and drew his machete firmly.