Duke of Grief

The refugees were silent, they watched silently, looking at the beautiful, wise lady.

She had already made it very clear, and they could not have known what she was talking about, and of course they knew it themselves.

‘Is the wind turmoil really run out of food? 'They have such a question in their minds, but they dare not ask the export, nor can they ask the export.

What is their identity?

'refugee'! ‘Escapers’! "Dirty scum"!

‘Aristocratic Master’ likes to call them like this — ‘dirty scumbag’!

They naturally would not think that the lady in front of her would think so, because if she really thought that way, they would not be taken in from the beginning, as long as they were left alone, those ‘damn nobles’ would expel them.

They were kept, they were ‘under the fence’...

"His mother, I don't believe it!"

Everyone looked at the past in shock!

A middle-aged man with dangling eyes clenched his fists and asked, "How can such a large territory be given to us without food, puff—"

Before he finished speaking, a fist hit his face.

"What the **** do you say?!" A sturdy man with red eyes holding the dangling eyed collar in his hand, "What do you **** want to say?! Say it again?!"

Hanging his eyes pinching the wrist of a strong man, he growled: "How could such a large territory have no food for us?"

"You damn—"

The strong man roared and wrestled with hanging eyes.

‘How could it not be? ’

To say something unpleasant, that hanging eye asked the doubts of most people.

Many people glanced at the maid for a long time, and suddenly ‘giggled’ in their hearts—

"Step aside!"

The man with a pair of bright yellow eyes approached aggressively and sipped at them.

The refugees unnaturally gave way to Cervantes and flinched aside.

Unlike ‘Maidservant’, this ‘Master Lord’ looks fierce.

Cervantes looked sullen and walked over to grab the shoulder of Hanging Eye, causing a punch to be hit on Hanging Eye's face.

Suspended eyes clenched his teeth and slammed his elbow against Cervantes, but his elbow seemed to hit a rock, making him cry out: "Aw!"

"Let go!"

The angry and strong man was about to punch a dangling eye. He didn't know who the hand was, but most of them came to help himself.

But unlike what he thought, a cold voice came into his ears, making him tremble involuntarily, as if poured into a pot of cold water, and the whole person calmed down at once.

He let go of his hands in shock and looked up, only to see a pair of bright yellow eyes.

"You, what are you doing?"

Suspended eyes shouted in panic: "Let me go, let me go!"

Cervantes raised the hanging eye, his feet swayed in the air, and he straightened his foot hard, but he couldn't even reach the ground with his toes.

His height is only five and a half feet, while Cervantes is more than six feet tall. After the Black Dragon lifted him up, his toes were out of the ground.

"Hey! Put me down, put me down!"

The refugees and nobles watched Cervantes step by step outside the gate of the camp with the hanging eye, and the maid held the little girl without a word.

"Ouch!"

Cervantes was dropped to the ground by hanging eyes, and he stared angrily at the expressionless Cervantes, "You--"

"Remember him!" Cervantes ordered to the goalkeeper soldiers: "He will not be allowed to enter the camp again in the future. This is the place to accommodate refugees, not the uninformed."

Suddenly his eyes froze, his lips trembling, as if he realized what he had just done.

"No..." He opened his mouth and begged Cervantes to let him go, but he just spoke, and only spit out a syllable, and the gatekeeper's soldiers were like chicken blood.

They held their heads high, proud, and said in unison: "Yes, Lord Duke!"

The dangling eyes were trembling with fright, and cold sweats came out.

He, he is ‘Duke’?

"Don't want to come in!"

Cervantes turned and walked away, but a goalkeeper soldier threatened fiercely: "You, a person who does not know gratitude, irritated the Duke, don't think about going in again!"

The refugees crossed the gate and looked at the hanging eye, and saw him sitting alone on the ground, seemingly miserable, but no one knows what he just did.

Slowly walking back to the maid, Cervantes glanced at the maid, then at the refugees.

‘I can’t do what you can’t do! ’

"Do you think that too?" Cervantes asked softly. "Tell me, do you think so too?"

Facing Cervantes, who was staring at the eyes, faced with this question, and looked at the silent'maidservant' standing aside, many people were ashamed and bowed their heads.

"Sera kindly kept you, why do you think so?"

Heilong embraced his hands and tilted his head and asked: "Why do you suspect that we must have food in our hands?"

"The sad wind collar was not suitable for planting crops. The harvest last year was not good. We haven't got any harvest this year. We have nothing. In recent days, the sad wind collar population has increased a lot, and the food was just barely enough. Just use it, but with more of you, everything will be different!"

"You are not people who are led by sorrow, not my people, because of Sarah's kindness, you have something to eat, some can live, and you will be able to work later. Do you know that the refugees are not the only ones you see now? People, in other places, there are several refugee camps."

"Food is consuming fast, and even we all need to eat the meat of those Warcraft and Monsters-because we are used to it-so that we can allocate more normal food to you."

"But, can you tell me-what were you thinking about just now?"

The calm face of Cervantes suddenly turned into a gruesome!

He roared at the refugees: "Tell me, what are you thinking?!"

Facing Cervantes' question, all the refugees bowed their heads in shame, speechless.

The maid guarded the little girl with her hands, but after being surprised for a moment, the little girl was scared and cried.

"Woo... wow!"

Cervantes glanced at the little girl and snorted coldly: "Let's go!"

The maid looked at Cervantes, sighed, and returned the little girl to her father.

Henry dumbfounded his daughter back, watching the back of the black dragon and the maid turning away... Tears suddenly burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, maid grows up!" He bowed his head and cried, "I'm really sorry!"

The stiff body seemed to be awakened by this apology.

"Sorry……"

"Sorry……"

"Sorry!" everyone cried.

They gave way to the black dragon and the maid, watching them leave the camp.

Guilty tears flashed in his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Clenched his teeth, because he felt shame-shame and shame for himself who would have suspected the maidservant!

The back of their maid's mouth outlined a pleasant smile.

"How is it?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"... It's just that it changed from "incurable" to "still saved". Heilong muttered.

The hanging dragon looked at the laughing black dragon and the maid, hoping that his eyes had not been removed, but he watched the lord and the maid pass by him, but he didn't even look at him...

"Woo, woo, woo..." The man behind him suddenly choked, and then wept bitterly.

The maid paused, then got on the carriage with the help of Black Dragon and left.

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