Bai En was very happy to leave this border town. They walked out of the city gate and into the rolling fields, and Guerrero followed him blankly. He breathed the fresh air and felt relieved from the corruption and poverty in the border town. Seeing the peasants working on their narrow and long land, he was glad that he was not tied to the land and lived a tired life like they did.

Their entire family worked on long, crooked, stripped fields. He saw the hump-backed woman, with the baby in the childcare bag on his shoulder, and bent over to pick the crops. He saw a man stand up and rub his back; his entire spine seemed to be curved, as if working in the ground for years had permanently affected his posture. A pig drove his maneed pigs along the road to the distant village. The smell of feces wafted from the uncultivated strips of land, which was made of fertilizer from the town's night scent.

Bai En looked away from the field to the horizon in the distance. Outside that arable land, he could see the forest extending all the way to the mountains. In the daytime, they are beautiful, majestic towers, standing proudly on the plains, towering into the clouds. They form a barrier on the horizon, just like a wall built by God, keeping people out of the sacred realm and shutting people in places that are more suitable for them.

The mountain heralds silence and cold, heralds escape-heralds peace. Above the head, an eagle spread its wings, gliding in the rising heat flow, which is like a bright spot that is not troubled by the earth. It floated beneath the clouds, and Bai En regarded it as the messenger of the mountain, and part of their spirit; he really hoped to fly with it to the sky, to the human world, to fly away and to be free.

But as he watched, the eagle suddenly swooped down. Driven by hunger or pure desire to kill, it descended from the sky. A rabbit came out of the bush and rushed towards him like crazy. The eagle caught it. Bai En heard the sound of the animal's back breaking. Sitting on its prey, the eagle looked around with bright and fierce eyes, and then began to tear off pieces of meat from the corpse.

It was then that he noticed the riders, their horseshoes stirred the dirt, rumbling across the open field, and running towards the place where the eagle landed, but did not notice the damage caused by their horses to the field. He was wrong. The eagle is not a messenger of the mountain, but a part of his corruption, a beast trained to kill people for fun.

Bai En was surprised to find that among those who rode horses, Wolfgang and the rest were his close friends last night.

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The horse's wobbly steps are simply unbearable. Wolfgang felt very uncomfortable, not just because of the sequelae of drinking too much alcohol and eating too many strange fish sticks. But because of fear, he almost fell ill. When he took off his robe, what did the girl see? Did she see the Slavic mark? God, if she told others, the result might be terrible.

He hopes he can remember more. He hoped that he did not indulge in a powerful mixture of alcohol and narcotic drugs. His head felt like an egg, and a fledgling was pecking a path. May Slaves take both, and he hopes that Otto and Werner will return with the girl's news as soon as possible. He wished he could forget that terrible moment: he woke up from a drunk coma and realized she was not there.

When she broke free from his clumsy first hug and let him lie down on the bed, where did she go? His groin was still injured by her knee, and the immediate action did not help. He would make her pay thousands of times for this.

Where might she be hiding? She must not be in the common room of the pub, nor in the single room where the three waitresses share. Did she go to the temple to find a priest and report him? The idea made him tremble unconsciously.

Control himself, he told himself. Thinking.

Damn Heinrich! When will that big idiot stop his **** nonsense? When was the only time he closed his mouth while chewing food? It was a terrible mistake to come to the Falcon party this morning. This did not distract his worries as he hoped. This will only force him to endure the torture of Heinrich and his companions.

At dawn, Heinrich offered to participate in last night's sports. He really wanted to sniff the peasant girl, but of course she was not there. Now he thinks Wolfgang wants to hide her and hide somewhere. Throughout the morning, Wolfgang had to endure his boring insinuations and boring stupid jokes. And his self-esteem made him afraid to ask his bodyguard to help find Greta. Wolfgang couldn't bear to lose face in front of such an abominable flatterer Heinrich.

"Look, Wolfgang, the two tramps you drove out of the tavern are in front. When Otto and Werner threw the dwarf into the barrel, did he look stupid? Come on, we Play for a while. "

Heinrich led the team towards the two strangers. The eagle named Tana happened to land near them, sitting there tearing the meat of its prey. Wolfgang thought to himself that this fat black hawk is a typical foodie like its owner. Everyone in this **** family has a good appetite, why can't their birds have it?

Stop his horse as close as possible to the tall black-haired man. When the huge mount approached the opponent, he guessed that the opponent was trying not to flinch, which gave him a little satisfaction. The dwarf took a step back, apparently frightened by the huge body of the horse.

"Good morning," Wolfgang said as happy as possible, although his stomach was tumbling. "You recovered, I noticed. We also spent the same difficult night. I believe you will not feel out of place this morning." Wolfgang glanced left and right at Heinrich's bodyguards, wanting this The bug knew who was controlling it.

The dark-haired man's face was full of anger and reason. "I'm fine," Bai En said finally.

Wolfgang heard the tension needed for self-control from his voice. It is obvious that the man does not like him.

"Don't worry about your girlfriend. Wolfgang is taking care of her."

Sravis is on! Heinrich was really disgusting when he was proud, Wolfgang thought. Then what he said penetrated Wolfgang's brain. Yes, just after the stranger was driven out, Greta left the tavern. He never saw her again until she appeared at his door. Maybe Heinrich is not so stupid.

"What girlfriend?" The dark-haired man looked really confused. He rubbed the brow on his right to the old scar on his cheek. Frowning damaged his smooth forehead.

"Lovely Greta." Heinrich continued, "When she follows you down the street, you must think that she is in love with you. Maybe you think her gentle countryman's heart has taken you The predicament is warm. But she kept warming Wolfgang's bed last night. "

Wolfgang winced. I thought to myself, if only this were true.

The tramp's hand moved to the hilt. Although Heinrich's men had pulled out their weapons, it remained there. The man habitually glanced at the dwarf. The dwarf no longer looked at the eagle. He looked up blankly at the rider. He held the axe loosely in his hand, as if he did n’t know what to do with it ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ We did n’t want to cause trouble, "said the man. He removed his hand from the weapon.

The bodyguards laughed. Wolfgang seemed to see something in the man's eyes, and it seemed to be some kind of danger. He hoped his head would not hurt so that he could think clearly. He wanted to ask if the young man had seen the girl, but his self-esteem made him afraid to ask in front of his cronies. He tried to find a way out of the predicament, but he couldn't think of a solution. Life can be difficult sometimes, he thought.

He comforted himself that the girl could not go too far. If she is still in town, Werner and Otto will eventually find her. If she decides to run back to the countryside in the anger of her former owner, she will have to cross this land. Therefore, the sweeping around the town will soon find her whereabouts. And this Falcon party will provide a particularly good excuse for it.

Moreover, he concluded that no one had come to him, so she had not been able to tell anyone. Even if she said, would anyone believe her? A farmer dullly accused the son of the most influential businessman in town? He smiled barely. Wolfgang is happy to know that even after a hangover, a person can still be very smart.

"Come on, Heinrich." Wolfgang said decisively. "Let's leave these two clowns and let them go back to their circus. The weather is so good this morning, and it's inappropriate to waste time talking to those idiots."

He gently rubbed the belly wings of the mount with the spurs. During the movement of the mount, he tried to restrain the weakening nausea. Now that he has recovered his confidence, everything seems to be going well. He assured himself that once the girl was discovered, she would pay for such a torture. To make matters worse, she would also feel bored and miserable.