Mercenaries and Adventurers

The Pusya Shepherd walked up to the women. Several thugs were about to raise their hands to stop each other, but when they thought of this person's identity, they immediately retracted their hands, as if they had been burned by a soldering iron.

Mu Shou nodded, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and motioned to the woman who claimed to be pregnant and had a miscarriage to extend her hand in the same way.

"Ah, oh, can you just extend your hand?" the woman asked half-crying, half-nervously.

"Yes, it will be fine soon." After appeasing the woman a little, Pushya Shepherd whispered something, his voice was small and fast.

Even the woman in front of him could only hear words such as prayer and judgment.

There was a faint golden light flashing in the eyes of the God of Wealth's shepherd, and then the golden light extended from his hand, quickly extending to the woman through the place where his palms touched the woman's body.

Before the other party could make a sound in surprise, the weak golden light circulated all over the woman's body, and then returned to the hands of the Pushya Shepherd.

Mu Shou closed his eyes and retracted his palm at the same time.

After a moment, he opened his eyes with a smile, and everyone around him looked at him, waiting for his answer.

Not letting everyone wait in vain, Pushya Shepherd gave everyone the answer: "This woman was indeed pregnant recently and had a miscarriage due to physical discomfort. Unfortunately, the unborn child has not yet come to this world. It has returned to the world again.”

The people around him all exclaimed "Oh!", and some people immediately looked at Longsos, whose expression remained unchanged.

But Longsos, whose expression remained unchanged, stood there and did not respond.

Fortunately, the second half of the words of the Pushya Shepherd: "However, thanks to the power given by the gods, the accusations this woman just made about Lord Longsos were all lies made up by her on the fly. At least in this case Before Lord Longsos appeared just now, the two of them did not know each other and had never met each other in this life."

At this moment, the onlookers suddenly turned their attention to those people in the center of the field.

The thugs and several women who were causing trouble could no longer hold their nerve any longer. They lost the momentum they had a moment ago and immediately shrank nervously. The woman who was slumped on the ground and crying suddenly turned pale and staggered backwards.

"I'm sorry, I just hope to attract everyone's attention." Although this self-defense came out of her mouth, it was immediately drowned in the curses and ridicule of the people around her.

Longsos shook the cloak behind him, thanked the Pushya Shepherd, then turned to the captain of the hotel guard and said: "Please drive these people out. I still have important things to do here."

The hotel's guard captain immediately put on a flattering smile, waved his hand to signal his men to deal with it, and then immediately came to Longsos' side and whispered something in defense.

And Longsus also said straightforwardly: "No need to do this, I understand. If this kind of incident happens again, please help deal with it." Longsus also found it difficult to say anything to the guard captain of the luxury hotel. His background is very strong, and it is not something that an heir to a border noble baron like him can influence.

The captain of the hotel guard was just pretending. After all, even if he didn't care about the matter, it only concerned the two parties making trouble and the one being made trouble. It had nothing to do with them. After all, no matter what the level of the nobles, everyone knows that similar illegitimate children looking for relatives to make trouble, or fake blackmails, happen several times every year.

For this kind of thing, everyone will treat it as a joke.

But while they were talking, behind them, the hotel guards and the troublemaking women were beating them, and something happened.

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The hotel guards also watched the whole incident together, so when their captain waved his hand, they immediately rushed forward to drive all these guys who came to cause trouble and blackmail out of the hotel lobby, and maybe even return them. Can beat people up or something.

Looking at the hotel guards who were shaking their fists and about to squeeze over, the women and thugs who were paid to make trouble immediately became confused. Some of them wanted to claim that they were hired by others with money, while others just wanted to escape. Go out, and then think that the thing the other party paid them to do is over, and then they should think about how to spend the money.

Some people were startled by the hotel guards who rushed up to them, and immediately screamed loudly as if frightened, and even ran left and right, trying to dodge the captured guards.

The woman who was paralyzed on the ground was even more unlucky. She was pushed by the sisters behind her. She was weak because she had had a miscarriage before, and then she had been sad and fake crying before, so her body was very soft and weak, but she was pushed from behind. , and threw himself directly to the ground.

Her hand was stepped on by a careless guard, and she immediately let out a scream.

The scene became chaotic for a moment.

The woman who took the money and didn't want to be caught pushed her way into the crowd of onlookers, and the guard who wanted to catch her also rushed forward and bumped into several people at once.

Some businessmen seemed a little irritated when they couldn't see the excitement. After all, they thought they could see a lively and famous scene before. However, because of the priest's direct use of divine magic, they immediately exposed the lies of these people. Fraudulent things.

After being filled with anger, he was bumped into by a hotel guard again. Someone immediately cursed and gave the bumping guard a kick.

The guards were not the ones willing to suffer, so they immediately punched back at the person who was most likely to hit him.

You hit me, I hit him, he hit you.

As a result, the scene became chaotic, and people continued to scream and curse.

Although this kind of thing happened in an unsightly way, everyone just used their fists and each suffered a few painful losses.

The young bandit hiding in the dark immediately put aside his annoyance at the failure of his plan, touched the dagger hidden in his sleeve, then pretended to be panicked, while in the chaos, patted this man's head, and then used The person with his back to him was given a foot that was neither light nor heavy.

Finally, he "overcame all obstacles" and "peacefully" approached the center of the hall. When no one was paying attention, he pulled out his dagger and stabbed the neck of the woman huddled in the middle on the ground.

The soft neck could not resist the rough and cheap iron dagger, but it was still made of metal.

Red blood flowed from the woman's neck, staining her thick clothes red. The woman didn't know why this man wanted to hurt her, but his proud and excited eyes seemed very similar to the young man who had paid to hire them before.

"Why, why." The young woman whose consciousness was about to drain away with blood wanted to ask, but her voice was pitifully small. She had no choice but to use the blood from her neck to write the only words she could write on the smooth stone floor of the hotel lobby in the last short period of time before her death.

Her own name.

This was the only thing I got from my family before they sold me. It was also the words she learned and tremblingly wrote on thick transaction documents in a room full of thugs after she was trained in how to please people in the red house.

But even the name written in blood only lasted less than a moment before someone stepped on it, and then was wiped out randomly with the friction of the soles of boots.

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The young robber was very excited, but he still had to pretend that he didn't know what was going on and looked panicked. He saw a militiaman pushing past him, trying to appease the two men who were fighting.

The young bandit squeezed past the militiaman, pulled out the dagger from the militiaman's waist, and then took advantage of the chaos to stuff his own dagger inside, regardless of whether the scabbard was closed or not, and then put the newly acquired dagger into his sleeve and hid it. .

He jumped up and pointed with the hand without the dagger at the woman lying motionless on the ground in the center of the hall: "Someone is dead! Someone is dead! Stop fighting! Everyone, look!"

"What!" The few people who were still struggling in the middle stopped immediately when they heard the dead man. The people who were either running away or pushing together all turned around, and everyone looked towards the center of the venue.

Sure enough, the young woman who had blackmailed him by claiming that she was pregnant and had a miscarriage was now slumped on the ground, her upper body bent forward, and there was a deep wound on her neck.

The wound severed at least one large blood vessel on the outside of the neck, and a small amount of blood dyed a small piece of stone ground and the deceased's clothes red.

Several women who came with the dead woman were still hiding. When they saw their sisters being killed, they immediately rushed out and ran to the dead woman's side. They wanted to jump on her and cry, but they didn't dare, so they had to squat down. Started crying.

But the red house thugs who were beaten like pig heads were frightened beyond words.

The surrounding spectators were sorting out their messed up clothes and hats, and also watched in an even more excited state. They discussed who had killed the woman, and scanned the people who had scuffled in the middle of the hall with eyes brighter and more alert than a hound.

Ronthos and the hotel guard captain pushed through the crowd and came out. They saw the dead on the ground acting in different ways.

Longsos was still in the aftermath of turning off the magic. His mind was relatively calm at this time, and his expression did not change at all, even with the chaos and dead people just now.

The captain of the hotel guard looked ugly.

He roared at his men: "What's going on? I asked you to clear these people out, and this is what you did?"

His men struggled with some people, and their bodies were more or less spattered with blood. However, because the weapons they all used were iron-clad sticks, he did not think that one of his own had killed the woman.

Among the spectators were officials from Bingxung Pass. After the deceased appeared, they immediately ran out and called in the pass soldiers patrolling the streets outside.

As soon as the soldiers arrived, some people who were still angry because of the scuffle calmed down and looked at what to do next. After all, everyone knew that they did not kill anyone and that the murderer was not themselves, so although someone died, no one came out to admit the murder.

Bingxunguan is not a peaceful place either. The thugs and gangsters in the city beat people to death every three days, and everyone is used to it. Even merchants who could go to Bingshuguan to do business saw many casualties on the trade road.

No one took the death of anyone too seriously.

Several well-placed people at the scene briefly discussed it. Since the incident happened right under everyone's noses, they just asked the people with blood on their bodies to come forward and compare it one by one.

The blood stains on people who were scuffled and beaten are different from the blood stains left by weapons, and they are easy to distinguish.

Therefore, when people with bloodstains on their bodies were pulled out for inspection, the militiaman with bloodstains on the dagger on his waist was found by the sharp-eyed onlookers.

"The militiamen killed people," the spectators said one after another.

Ronthos frowned.

Originally, the daggers worn by the melee militiamen were all made according to the same standard in the workshop, and they were naturally perfect, but the daggers of the militiamen and the rough daggers in the hands of bandits could be the same thing.

Therefore, the bandit's dagger was not completely inserted into the militiaman's dagger sheath, leaving a gap as wide as a knuckle. But in this gap, there is a lot of fresh blood.

Seeing that the blood-stained dagger was on the militiaman's waist, the people around him immediately started discussing loudly and scolded the seemingly calm Longsos for taking advantage of the chaos to order the killing.

But the captain of the hotel guard who had been standing with Longsus before the chaos just started knew that Longsus had not explained anything to his militiamen just now, not even a similar gesture.

Facing the excited onlookers who were instructing the soldiers to grab Longsos, Longsos just stretched out his hands and pressed down, using gestures to signal everyone present to be quiet.

Miraculously, everyone gradually became quiet after seeing Longsos's gesture.

It was already winter dusk, and some of the original lights in the hotel lobby were no longer enough. After asking everyone present to quiet down, Longsos first asked the hotel staff to light the lights.

Everything was ready-made, and the hotel lobby soon became bright.

Ronsos thanked him, then took out the militiaman who was accused by everyone as the murderer, and then asked for the bloody dagger in the official's hand.

He then unhooked the buckle of the dagger sheath on his waist and raised the dagger sheath and bloody dagger above his head: "Everyone, please take a look clearly."

After saying that, he put the dagger into the sheath. As a result, the last section of the dagger body couldn't be stuffed in anyway.

When the militiaman's dagger was found with blood on his waist, some smart people present noticed it, but they did not give any advice. At this moment, everyone in the bright and quiet hotel lobby saw that the so-called militia killings were not what everyone had thought before.

Seeing that everyone understood clearly, Longsos handed the things in his hands to the officials next to him. Immediately afterwards, he asked another militiaman behind him to remove the sheath of his dagger, and pulled out the dagger in front of everyone.

The blade of this dagger is wider, but shorter, so the murderous dagger was not completely stuffed into the sheath, and a section was missing outside.

"Everyone, there is no extra dagger at your feet, so the dagger that was replaced from the waist of my militiamen should still be on the murderer's body.

Next, please show me the self-defense weapons you carry. Naturally, you can find out who killed the person. Because since the chaos just started, no one has been out in the hotel lobby. Only curious people came in to watch. "Lonzos showed off his own weapons first. The imitation elf-style scimitar hanging on his waist was naturally not a murder weapon. That kind of thing would be very conspicuous just by pulling out the blade.

Longsos also had a militia-standard dagger on his waist. He himself did not need a dagger-type weapon, but when he came out, for the sake of convenience, he still took a militia-standard dagger.

His dagger was still in its scabbard, so he didn't kill anyone.

Anyone who knows his identity also knows that it can't be him. After all, in Kendall County, if he wants someone to die, he can just arrest him and put him in the town jail without giving him food. It's so troublesome.

Then, starting from the men who had struggled, everyone showed off the weapons they carried.

The process is quick, after all, not everyone needs to carry a weapon. Moreover, some businessmen's daggers were developed and used by them as props to show their financial strength.

The sheaths and bodies of the daggers are mostly in various shapes. No matter how you look at them, they don't look like weapons that can be used to kill people or defend yourself.

As the inspection was displayed, among the remaining people, the young bandit stood in the crowd and became more and more nervous. He wanted to secretly drop the dagger in his sleeve on the ground, but the soldiers, hotel guards and militiamen in front all stared at him without checking. Everyone who passed.

He could only shake his legs and feet uneasily.

Soon, he made up his mind and took the risk to use the shadow of the person in front of him to slide the dagger out of his sleeve. After holding it in his hand, he quietly inserted it into the belt behind the person in front of him.

Everyone was so nervous that the man didn't notice that there was a dagger hanging from his back.

So when this person walked out, he immediately found a dagger behind his back.

"This is not mine. My dagger is here. Look, this is my dagger. Someone must have secretly hidden it on me before." The man kept defending.

Longsos ignored the man's words and directly stretched out his hand to circle several people around the place where the man was standing: "These people are all suspicious, so come out and stand in front."

The people circled by Longsus became nervous and defended themselves.

"It's not me. I didn't kill anyone."

"I don't even know who this woman is, why would I want to kill someone."

"Sir, I'm a waiter at the hotel. I was just watching the excitement. It's really unlucky that something like this happened."

But as soon as the young bandit started to defend himself, not far from Longsos, someone from the three controlled thugs shouted: "Adults, this is the man. I still remember this voice. He was the one who made the mistake." He paid a large sum of money to hire us to come and cause trouble. This is the person!"

The young robber's expression changed drastically.

Everyone heard clearly what the thug said and immediately turned their attention to the hotel waiter. People speculated that since this person was a hotel waiter, why did this luxury hotel with a profound background come to frame Longsos, an unknown person? As for ordinary people.

Some people who knew the identity of Longsus looked at the people in the hotel in surprise. They were also frightened by this statement. If they can punish Mr. Longsus today, will they also be punished secretly tomorrow?

Several managers of the luxury hotel immediately came out and said that they had done nothing wrong and that this was not their doing. As for the truth of the matter, there must be something inside.

The young bandit trembled, because no matter what others said, the high-status Longsos was always staring at him. And frowned.

"You." Longsos stared at the young bandit opposite, thinking for a long time, and finally asked what he thought was the most likely guess: "Are you one of the baggage bandits?"

But just when he asked this question, bursts of loud shouts from the crowd broke out in the direction of the backyard of the luxury hotel, accompanied by the sound of clashing weapons.

Ronthos opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction of the backyard. The young bandit opposite lowered his head and laughed in a low voice: "Ah ha ha ha, burn, burn! Let's get into chaos, get in chaos! Bingxunguan will be in chaos tonight!"