Duke of Grief

‘Refugees’, whether for others or for themselves, are a disaster.

If it is not compelled, these poor people will not leave their place of residence, they are not willing to be displaced, but they have no choice.

Because of the flames of war, they left their homes and went to a completely strange place. They were at a loss and were at a loss. They didn’t even know what tomorrow would be like.

They are pitiful, but they are also'hateful' at the same time!

A large number of refugees will not mind becoming a robber, because if they do not become robbers, then they may be starved to death, but after they become robbers, they will kill others in order to continue to survive.

They are pitiful, but hateful, they are the best explanation for the word ‘sorrowful’.

Lords and civilians will chase them mercilessly, and their eyes are often full of confusion and struggle, but the most is still "pain".

The pain of leaving home, the pain of losing everything, the pain of not seeing hope, the pain of not being understood, the pain of being treated badly, the pain of inner struggle...

They are always looking forward to who can help them, they are always looking forward to the end of the disaster, they are always looking forward to returning to their hometown.

But no one will understand--

The same race as humans drives them out, rejects them, and hates them.

War and hunger swallowed them, and despair made them fall.

They started running away, running away, running away...

I saw a beam of light!

No one understood them, they were redeemed, they were rescued, the benevolent maidservant, the generous and generous lords, and the brave and warrior knights reached out to them and pulled them from the abyss.

Now, they can smile on their faces...

In the refugee camps, the sloppy bards used their poor **** and singing skills to sing their own rough songs, but the refugees listened with relish.

The daughter had patted her palm, Henry hugged her with a smile, and then kept crying.

The performer grinned, revealed a big yellow tooth, raised the lute in his hand, and thanked the audience.

He knew that these refugees would not reward him even a penny. He knew that these refugees had no appreciative ability at all. He knew that these refugees were not too bad...because he was one of the refugees himself. He fled here and accepted the help of the sad wind collar. Although he knew that the music he made was actually not good, he still wanted to play and sing.

He wanted to use his own ability to describe the selfless help of the maidservant maid of the sorrow wind collar.

This is not a reward. Without that aid, he would have died in an unknown wood.

Although he knew that this was not intended to save him, but the life-saving grace was difficult to return, as much as he could.

So he picked up his lute again—this was made by someone he borrowed from a tool, after all, he used to be a bard.

When he played the music again with his hands full of calluses, he felt very emotional.

He used to be a bard who was able to fight melee and attack far. Until he hit an arrow in his knee, he knew he couldn't go on.

Quickly took the money saved in those years and went back to my hometown to buy a piece of land, married a not-ugly mother-in-law, put away the lute and the thin sword, and once had a handsome face after the sun and wind It also turned into a vicissitudes.

Only when the weather is good and the weather is good will he take it out and play with it in front of his son, but after so many years, his skills have become rusty, and the playing has not fallen much, but his voice has been hoarse and his body is no longer flexible.

The composition and lyrics are not very good. Over the years, I only have to worry about the harvest and taxes. Sometimes I will pick up the sword and fight against the robbers, but I have never picked up the composition and writing. Too.

Because a pair of brutal soldiers attacked their village, he and the men in the village killed the soldiers together, but he had to leave his hometown, otherwise the ending would only be to lose his head.

But he did not expect that there will be so many beasts and monsters along the way. After they were exhausted and almost unable to sustain them, the soldiers who once refused to shelter them were found again. The scholar-like person said that they were ordered Here comes-the maidservant of charity.

Because of his frequent contact with adventurers passing by, he also knew the reputation of the maidservant. Under his guarantee and call, more than half of them followed him.

In any case, they have been saved their lives, this matter, he will never forget, this kindness, he will remember forever.

"someone is coming!"

Suddenly, a man shouted: "Carriage! It is a carriage!"

The smiles on the refugees' faces froze, and then the atmosphere slowly became heavy.

At this time, the first vocabulary they thought of was ‘tax officer’ — maybe not a tax officer, but it should be similar.

How can those nobles let them enjoy free food and free residence?

If it were not for the maidservant, those nobles would even drive them away, letting them starve to death and be killed by the beast, there would be no mercy.

The maidservant is kind and generous, then those nobles are greedy and ugly in their impression.

Because of the comparison of these nobles, the ‘that maidservant’ is set to be the image of ‘a wise woman who is more beautiful and kind than the goddess’.

Henry hugged his daughter and looked silently at the entrance to the camp.

This campsite is quite large and can accommodate hundreds of people. Although the tents are densely distributed, there is still a road that can go directly from the campsite gate to the center of the campsite.

People gathered around the fire in the middle of the camp and laughed, and usually picked up their food here-for them, two meals in the morning and evening were enough.

There is also a stream next to the camp. The refugees need to clean up their personal hygiene at most every two days. This is also the request of the maidservant. Although they do not know why, they still did it.

Refugees can automatically beautify any command of'that maidservant' and raise it to the height of'this is for all humanity'. no.1!

They saw the carriages and the guarding knights stopped outside the camp gate, because they were too far away, and they couldn't see clearly.

The local nobles dressed in luxurious clothes got off first, and their presence made the originally lazy gatekeeper soldiers straighten their waists instantly, and the refugees also cast doubtful eyes.

The local nobles wiped the sweat on their foreheads with a handkerchief. The summer morning was not too hot, but their hearts felt like they were being burned by flames, and they were suffering very much.

They stood aside and looked straight at the last carriage.

Unlike the carriage they took, although the carriage looked very simple and actually very simple, but in the hearts of the nobles present, it was a symbol of'Yongronghuagui'.

The carriage door opened, and the man with a pair of bright yellow eyes got out of the car, glanced at them, then turned around and extended his hand.

A small hand rested on the Black Dragon's hand, but the nobles seemed to be greatly shocked~www.wuxiaspot.com~ could not help swallowing.

The woman in the maid costume walked off the carriage under the traction of the lord, with obvious dark circles on her face. With just a glance, the skin and flesh of those nobles shuddered and looked away.

The uneasiness and anxiety in my heart are revealed at this moment!

Without letting go of the holding hand, the maid glanced at them and said, "Go, let me see how your work has done these days. I hope you will not let me down."

Hearing this sound, they got goose bumps, as if they thought of something terrible.

They had to lose their smiles. The flattery on their faces no longer needs to be concealed. Individuals can see their careful thinking.

With anxious thoughts, they brought Cervantes and the maid into the refugee camp.

Not because of anything else, but because just two days ago, the Minister of Finance was turned over, and half of the family members went to prison!

But... nobody spoke for them.