Duke of Grief

At night, the dark clouds outside the tent covered the stars, and the women rescued by Grush were wrapped in blankets and sat in a circle around the fire.

Grus looked at the quiet women. After being rescued, these poor people immediately exposed their bodies and ran outside to wipe their bodies with wet mud or even blood, but until their bodies were frozen. , They still feel'dirty'.

After picking up some supplies from the camp, Grush took them away from the evil land. Before leaving, he also killed the two young men who were stunned.

Seeing the horrified expression of women as they passed by the two young men, Glush thought they were not worthy of living in this world.

It was like a demon-like act and it was disgusting.

Even if Grush was rescued from that place, the women were still distinct from Grush, and if Glush sat on one side, they would sit on the other side, even if someone would suffer the cold.

Under the blanket, there was no one piece of clothing, and Glush did not know why they did that, but he respected their decision.

Grush had never used this kind of tent, and under the guidance of several women who grew up on the Eagle Plateau, barely set up a tent that could resist the wind and frost.

"Sir Paladin, I'm really sorry..."

At this time, sitting next to Grush, is one of the few women who can stay ‘awake’, Rama.

Grus didn’t sit by the fire, and the cold didn’t make him sick, but the women were different. On a vast plateau, no one knew when the next settlement would appear in front of them. If it catches wind and cold at this time, it is very troublesome.

Grush can cure them, but their weak bodies make them difficult to support.

Rama followed Grus sitting in the dark corner of the tent, watching the women sitting around the fire, absorbing the weak heat, so that the body under the blanket was no longer trembling.

The firelight reflected on the pictures, or confused, or desperate gaunt faces, Grush sighed, and a faint light radiated from his hands.

Under this ray of light, Rama's body stopped trembling, she bit her lower lip, her eyelids drooped, and apologized again: "His paladin, trouble you..."

She had put on the clothes brought out of the camp, and she was also wrapped in a blanket, but the night on the plateau was also surprisingly cold.

Even when she was resting in the tent, Rama had a machete in her arms. It was not that she didn't trust Grus, it was only because she wanted to help Grus with the vigil.

There is only a lonely tent in this wasteland. If there is no vigil, the Eagle Plateau has not recovered from the winter barrenness, and it is not strange that the hungry beasts attack the settlement.

"It's okay..." Glush just shook his head.

He didn't know what to do with these women. He learned from Rama that they were actually from the south and the north, and the group of people killed by Grush was a group of slave traders disguised as nomadic tribes.

The slave trade is not an unforgivable thing in the world of Assatom, except that most of the sources of slaves are prisoners after the war between the two parties, or are "exotic" living outside human society, only these sources Will be recognized.

Like the previous group of people, they are generally called ‘private groups’ because their source of slaves is not ‘regular’ and is not recognized by the major churches, so once they are discovered, they will be wanted.

But behind the private raids, most of them have the presence of noble forces, especially the private raids that sell young women.

As for sending them home?

Oh, from the beginning, in order not to let these women have any future, the private raids usually killed their entire family. Glush did not expect that the private raids that were full of evil would consciencely find out and let their families go.

Obviously they also knew it, otherwise they wouldn’t be so confused either, and none of them and Grush mentioned that he would send them back.

They are ‘commodities’, which are used as tools for venting on weekdays. After losing everything, they have no idea of ​​living.

Grush didn't know this in advance, only that they would kill people if they didn't agree. He felt he needed to deter them, but after discovering these women, he couldn't help but be angry.

"That private raid group walked around the mainland and sold ‘goods’ to nobles everywhere, but it had been disguised well before, and it was not found...”

Rama sighed, his hands clenched tightly with the machete in his arms, and his voice was low: "I am a child of the sun. I was only caught by them last year. A senior who has fallen ill and died on the road of transfer. 'Tell me that this private raid group is only a small part. She was once the leader of the private raid group... Once, she saw a mark behind that person... After knowing this matter, we thought we did not saved."

Rama pursed his mouth, bowed his head, and thanked again: "Thank you, Your Excellency..."

What should he answer? ‘This is what he should do’? So where were they before... The phenomenon of private raids on the Sloane Mendes continent still exists, and when many similar incidents occurred in various places, where were they?

After hearing Rama thank you again, Grush became more and more heavy.

He won't be arrogant because of this, but he still can't calm down after hearing these words.

There was a flame burning in his heart, a flame that would not go out until he died.

Grus closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked, "What do you want to do in the future? Do you have a plan?"

"I can't take you all the time, nor can you follow me all the time, so, do you have any plans?"

The sudden inquiries made Rama stiff and couldn't help shaking.

The mood is like the sea under the storm, the tide is constantly surging, and for a while, he was dumbfounded, and his mind was blank.

Holding the scimitar in her arms tightly, Rama drew her head into her arms because she didn't want the paladin around to see the fear in her eyes.

This paladin is a strong man with a sense of justice and responsibility, so she can’t complain. Once she complains, the paladin may stay for a while and help them...maybe some people like this, Because they may really need help, but she can't!

"...We need to discuss." Rama calmed down his inner fear a little, and whispered, "There may be a long way to go, we still have time..."

This is also comforting herself. She seems to have relied on the paladin who saved herself, so she needs to tell herself that she still has time to adjust slowly...

Grush nodded, they might have to walk a long time to reach the next settlement, and before reaching the next settlement, he could not be separated from them, there is still time for them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They can Discuss slowly.

He cannot take care of them all the time, he also has his own ideals, and there are other similar things that need him to solve, he cannot stay in one place all the time.

Grush believed that as long as he had not died, he would have a hard time stopping.

He is so stubborn...

There was silence again in the tent. The women beside the fire had fallen asleep on each other, and a few women who could keep calm were still awake, helped others cover the blankets, and looked at Grush over there with concern. A few eyes.

After the previous conversation, Grush and Rama fell into silence.

Rama seemed to be drowsy, and at this moment, Grusche leaned over her ear and asked softly, "What is the mark you saw in the'predecessor' before?" Can you tell me? ?"

If Rama asked questions while she was still awake, maybe she would not tell herself, because that might seem like a behemoth.

"Dragon Head...Sword..."