Blood tax

Chapter 148 Equipped with Knee Pillow and Yogurt

Lance is the common result of all Sutoral.According to the system, participating in the killing of such a leader of the army can give each Shutoral an additional 2 points of merit.

The Griffith Brigade and the Boulogne Brigade also captured six or seven hundred prisoners, and captured countless weapons and flags.The work of cleaning the battlefield was handed over to the city defense army led by Warren Haydn and the rigorous and meticulous Berthier.They will take the captives, escort them to the ferry in mighty force, and prepare to take them back to the old town.

Most of the magic students at Homemonwarts started to cross the river.All the Xiutorals temporarily left their posts and gathered together with bright eyes.It's none of their business now, and we can start discussing the spoils.

Lance's sheepbone shield, zerg bow, flails, extraordinary features, armor, banners, magical items, and potions are all trophies of Shotral.His head is also extremely valuable as a proof of military exploits, and the local officials must have set a considerable reward.

"Don't make a mess, don't make a mess! Put your things down for me, and LS will take your dirty paws away." Mi Yue collected all the good things together, "Now it's photographed, the military flag, starting from 100 silver lang!"

According to tradition, all the Shutorals who participated in the war have a share.In order to solve the problem of insufficient or unfair distribution of things, everyone decided to use auctions to solve the problem.There is no limit to the number of bids for each person, and the auction proceeds are shared equally.

"I want the military flag, but I give up other items. The southern battlefield is still waiting for my inspection."

Griffith offered 100 silver lang, and took away Lance's military flag at the reserve price, which was the spoil he promised Sonia.He is the planner and chief general of the battle, and no one has any objection to taking away the military flag.Lana and LS laughed, very happy that Griffith was out of the weapon and sheep bone shield auction in advance.

Griffith actually wanted to shoot a weapon or armor.But he has no money!

In order to launch a campaign to rescue Sonia, he spent all of his small treasury, except for a few pieces of Sequence Seven extraordinary characteristics with great intelligence value.The most troublesome thing is that besides some wine and meat, charter fees, and purchase fees, there are thousands of silver langs distributed to the soldiers in the form of cash rewards. There is no invoice. What about his reimbursement?
Reimbursement is out of the question.Even if the Earl knew that he had good intentions and was an honest and good guy and wanted to subsidize him, the financial system could not be broken.Otherwise, all those who serve the earl can be reimbursed with undocumented expenses. How can the earl distinguish between good intentions and malicious intentions?No matter how much money he has, he will be wiped out, and he can only use Sonia to pay for it.

The only thing that is certain is that Earl Lamor will definitely give Griffith a large bonus, a large amount of merit points, and excellent mysterious items, so that he will not suffer.

"Okay, Griffith said he's going to check the battlefield in the south, and he's out," Miyo cleared his throat and rubbed his hands, "Now let's shoot shields, starting at 5000 silver lang. I'll offer 5000."

"5100!" Lana called out hastily.

"5500!" Leslie grinned grimly, "Tsk, Lana, did you spend all your money on the Countess?"

"5500?" Nona was taken aback.

"Repeated bids are invalid," Mi Yue pointed to Lser, "Lser's bid is valid."

"I mean, how did you get 5500 silver lang? How did you save this money from your salary?" Nona asked in disbelief.

"Don't say there is nothing, Nona, save your money as a dowry!" Kulala cheered them up, "Quickly bid! A shield of at least 10000 is justified!"

Griffith, who was out early, bid farewell to the noisy Shutorals, and led a group of soldiers to the Platchen Dwarf.

There is a ruined wall there, and the wizard Reid whose legs were cut off at the beginning of the battle is there.Griffith was too busy encircling and annihilating the main force of the rebel army and didn't have time to take care of him. Now he wanted to see if he ran away or died without any hope.

Reed was still there.

His legs were broken at the knees, and after a simple bandage, the blood seeped into the ground, leaving a large pool of deep red.

"You didn't escape?"

"It's all like this, where do you think I can escape? But it's a good thing that Daruno ran away. He will inherit my career."

"Maybe." Griffith stepped forward and tore off Reid's robe.

On his chest hung a small copper coin.The moment he saw the copper coin, Griffith's pupils dilated.

Up there, he saw ascending stairs, hanging orbs, and twisted, hideous lines.

This is the emblem of the Deathrattle cult that appeared in Neopolis.

"Are you looking for this?" Master Reed asked in surprise.

"It is very rare for spellcasters to join the rebel army. I guess you have been manipulated and instructed by a certain force," Griffith said, "I didn't expect it to be the sect I know."

"This is hanging around casually," Reed's voice became low, as the wounds and blood loss were depriving him of his life, "If you really think you can find any real clues, or dig out my memory, then you are underestimating the evil god. gone."

"Drink." Griffith dropped a bottle of life potion and some bandages.

"why?"

"After crushing a brownie who once rebelled and attacked me, I found myself more concerned with its motives and the plot behind it than with killing it.

"I'm not interested in your life, tell me your church's plans and information, if I am satisfied, I can let you go, if you can't connect this broken leg, I can give you a team of captives and some money. "

"Hehehe, don't bother thinking about it, although your conditions are indeed exciting, but I am not a three-year-old child, don't I know that you will break my neck after listening to my information, and take away the Extraordinary characteristics How about some verification?" Reed grinned and drank the life potion in one gulp, "Let's be honest, my time is running out, and nothing else matters.

"My career has failed. Hey, it's not a career. I've wasted my life and I will die here. Before that, I can share some of my stories with you."

Griffith half-knelt down and bandaged Reed's broken leg: "Say it, I don't want you to die before you finish listening to the story."

"Thank you, what should I call you?"

"Griffith's second-level team leader."

"Okay, the second-level squad leader, why are you the second-level squad leader? We were defeated by a pawn, and we are all idiots! Hey, I am Reed, Reed Sri, 35 years old this year, unmarried, From a small remote place, an inexperienced spellcaster with an original name I can't remember."

Reed begins his final story:

"I was born into a family of coachmen in a small backwoods town. At an early age, I displayed the rare talent of a spellcaster.

"You know, what a noble talent it is in a small place where only warriors and mercenaries hang out.

"A passing wizard spotted my talent and made him his apprentice. It was quite a stir at the time, and I still remember the richest gentleman in town wanting his 10-year-old daughter and me Engagement, the butcher brought us a steak that we can't usually eat, and we drank sweet fruit wine together.

"Hey, I can't remember her name anymore. But, at that time, I felt that I was the protagonist of the story, she was the heroine, and we were destined to have a beautiful and romantic life. I even planned to wait until I retired. , wrote a novel called "The Wizard's Journey".

"After all, I still didn't stay in that small town. The teacher took me away from there and traveled around the world. Sometimes, he would ask me, call me the name of the past, and ask me, do you regret it? Regret leaving the town , leaving the family, leaving that cute little girl to wander the world?"

Griffith asked, "You should regret it, right?"

"Of course, how can I not regret it! It's not easy to eat and sleep in the open air," Master Reed also laughed, "I said, Teacher, you took me away, I have no choice!"

The two people under the ruins laughed hahaha, as if it wasn't Griffith who cut off Reid's legs.

Reed laughed for a while and began to cough. He tried to calm down and said: "The teacher said, yes, I regret it too, my Elitia, hey, life is made up of countless regrets."

Griffith's pupils shrank. This was the name of a classmate of the author of his "Potion Preparation Notes". He was probably still a sweetheart, but there was no trace in Homonwatts.He restrained his trembling hands and asked, "What's your teacher's name?"

"You may not believe it, I can't remember it," Reed murmured, "What a strange thing, I can't remember his appearance, I can't remember his name, I just remember some memories and words we got along with .

"According to him, he was born into a famous family and completed his studies at Homenworth. He was supposed to become the most powerful and intelligent wizard."

The most powerful and wise wizard...

Clues, some strange and vague clues, lost and broken memories, is a certain existence trying to lead me to guess in that direction?Griffith then asked:

"Then why is he traveling all over the place?"

"Here, that's it." Master Reed pointed to the wilderness where the corpses were lying, "He said so,
"'Our world is in shadow, like a dying sick man. All that magic can give, man has pervaded the world, and it is a dim light.

"'Let us say more, it was a dim light. It was night compared with day.

"'One after another came the pioneers, and they brought new light, but the night came, and the old system became a new system, and the light and the dark exchanged places.'

"After he finished speaking, he called my name that he could no longer remember, and said to me,
"'Magic, there is a limit. In my wasted life, I found that the more I explored the origin of magic, the more I was shrouded in darkness. So, I decided, I want to find a new road. I don't know the road yet Where, that's why I travel.'”

Griffith interrupted him again: "You really can't remember his name? Any clue is fine, just tell me."

"I can't remember!" Master Reed said out of breath, "He told me, from now on, you should forget your past name, Reed Sri is your name and the meaning of your existence.

"I couldn't understand his words at all, until one day, he left me to do a difficult job in the capital of the world."

"What job?"

"I don't know, he just said, 'I'm afraid this is the last time you will see me. You have to accept a disciple for yourself and pass on the fire of light to him. You have to remember that you are just a ray of light, and what you shoot into is boundless Darkness. Neither you nor I will burn for long. As long as someone can carry on our thoughts, this spark will eventually start a prairie fire."

"He didn't come back. I don't know where the road ahead is. His thoughts, alas, I don't understand or remember many of them.

"Then, I was wandering in various regions, and I joined such a cult in the past few years. That's what it is."

Griffith asked alertly: "When did your teacher go to Byerland?"

"It should be 1427, 17 years ago, but I have lost a lot of memory, so I can't remember clearly."

The owner of "Potion Preparation Notes" was active in Bayeran after 1427. According to him, he should have done some big things after that.

What could it be?

Aaron?Aaron's family fell shortly after that.What destroyed them was...

what--!No!Griffith began to break out in a cold sweat, hesitating whether to burn the notebook quickly.

Master Reed shook the copper coins hanging around his neck, his sanity was already blurred, and he was dying:
"This is the Deathrattle Order, whose purpose is to pursue eternal life and evolution. Let me do one thing, run between the nobles and rebels here, open the gap in the defense line, and let the fire of resistance destroy Verona."

Griffith asked: "What is their real purpose?"

"I don't know, it's impossible to build a beautiful new world anyway! The teaching of the cult is to pursue eternity. A person who claims to be an eternal teacher provides us with information and materials, and moves around for the purpose of the cult.

"Based on my understanding, they are probably planning a larger operation, and there are only a few people involved here, and they are probably just trying to divert the power and attention of the authorities.

"They should have succeeded! At this point in the war, Verona's power has been severely damaged, and Bayeran's forces will step in to grab the fruits of the war. The king and the Senate will definitely relax somewhere, Give them opportunities."

Griffith shook his head: "You know, why do you still help cultists?"

"Helping the cultists? No, I'm doing what I think is right, although it's not very clever~" Reed smiled miserably, "Verona is the embodiment of darkness, and the nobles here must be destroyed, even if it is replaced by worshipers." The ruler of Yelan is much better than before, isn't he?
"Hey, without the teacher's guidance, I just wasted my time on futile efforts these years. I hate these nobles, and actually hate this group of rebels. I don't think they are right, but the rebels have somehow given the poor Opportunity to resist."

The bleeding from Reed's legs had all but stopped, and there was no more blood to shed.

He grabbed Griffith's hand and murmured:

"Take away my Extraordinary characteristic, use it, consume it, whatever you want, although it is difficult to help. I began to have a feeling that there is some inexplicable connection between you and me. I used to Feel it in other people. You guys are better than me.

"Let my last existence be of some value to this world. If you can find truth and light, you can do anything!"

"I will," Griffith shook his hand, "Griffith Blanton has heard your will, thank you for your last service to this world."

"That's good……"

……

It was already late at night when the group of Homemonwatts arrived in Old Town.According to Byeran's instructions, the finishing work of the battle was handed over to the local authorities, and the students must withdraw to Homonwarts as soon as possible.

Old Town is a large port city, and the garrison mages, priests, and garrison knights have all been concentrated to strengthen the defense.

That fearsome celestial sword master roams with an army, destroying any resistance he encounters.It would be troublesome if he procrastinated and hurt several young masters and ladies.

After a short rest, Griffith, Sonia and his party immediately boarded a comfortable fast boat and headed straight for Homonwatts.

Griffith washed off the blood and stains all over his body, and came to Sonia's room to wait for the battle with her before replaying.

The news of the battle victory and escape has been notified to the family by the old town, but many follow-up work and arrangements can only be confirmed after returning to Homemonwarts.

After these things happened, and a series of conspiracies against Griffith and Sonia, whether overt or covert, Earl Lamor must not be able to sit still.He should have set off from Bajeland with great power, and stopped somewhere nearby.

The next step, as well as the rewards for this battle, will not be determined until they meet the Earl.

I rescued Sonia, spent so much money, almost wiped out the main force of the rebel army, beheaded its leader, and captured the military flag. What kind of reward will be given for such a feat?

Griffith thought for a while.

Headaches kept coming, and there was even a bitter taste in his mouth.

This is a sign of excessive physical and mental exhaustion.

In the past few days, he either fell into a trap or fought continuously, marched, and completed logistics and staff work without assistance. He could only close his eyes and take a nap between battles.

You can persist in the tense battle and on the edge of life and death, but once you relax, the unstoppable exhaustion makes you unable to move.

Griffith collapsed like a salted fish, and immediately fell asleep on Sonia's bed...

After an unknown period of time, the hatch seemed to be opened, and Griffith vaguely saw the long blond hair flashing past, and then escaped with a whoosh.

It should be Fiona from the same room...

After a while, Griffith felt that his head was resting on something, it was soft and elastic, and there was a familiar comfortable and pleasant feeling.

Put slender fingers on his forehead and knead it gently.

The bitter taste and headache gradually disappeared, replaced by the unique sweet aroma of the girl.

Griffith opened his eyes, and found Sonia tilting her head slightly in a trance, her azure blue eyes drooping, she didn't know where she was looking.

Griffith felt his head resting on her lap, and the light kneading on her forehead disappeared, replaced by a light touch and tug in the ends of her hair.

Before he understood it, Sonia sat up straight suddenly, and the indistinct touch between the ends of her hair disappeared like a hallucination.

"Okay, are you feeling better?" Sonia blushed and asked stammeringly, "Your mental power is dry, I'll replenish it for you."

"Thank you, it would be even better if there were canned yellow peaches."

Griffith said it was better, but he lay there without moving his head, looking at Sonia expectantly.The canned yellow peaches he mentioned are yellow peaches that have been sealed and steamed at high temperature in clay pots. It is a refreshing fruit dessert that suits his taste especially when chilled.

Sonia smiled, supported his head with one hand, moved forward with the other, turned slightly sideways, and went over Griffith's head to get something on the table next to him.

Griffith felt the two mountain peaks pressing towards him, and the round and straight arcs occupied his entire field of vision, almost suffocating him.

Who can stop this!He exclaimed in his heart, and subconsciously grabbed the bed sheet tightly.

“Fresh yogurt, I added a little honey. Thank you for the flag, it’s the perfect Lamour gift! I’m going to hang it on the porch so everyone can see it at dinner!”

Sonia smiled brightly, dug a spoonful with a small spoon, shook it in front of Griffith, and stuck it into his mouth: "Come on, open your mouth, this is a reward!"

Oh - ho!Yogurt is also very good!

"That's good, but it's a little damaged." Griffith thought about Lance's military flag, which was torn a little during the battle.

"That's great, the brand new flag doesn't look very real, I even tore it up myself, to show Griffith's bravery and glory even more!" Sonia said with a smile, "Other Xiutorals go to Fighting for weapons and equipment, Lana and LS are still clamoring for a duel, one-on-one, um, plant a flag at the gate of the Hormonworth school and one-on-one. Or Griffith, you know the elegance and decency of a knight, and They are different!"

Don't, don't exaggerate, I'm sorry, in fact, I left because I had no money and was eager to collect information... Griffith smiled in satisfaction.In fact, he should get up, and he can get up.But he always felt that this would destroy the wonderful atmosphere of victory and the deliciousness of the yogurt, so he just continued to lie motionless, staring at the opposite wall in a daze.

"You really like sweets," Sonia's tone was soft and sticky, "Be careful to become as fat as a bear."

"My brain needs sweets like a sword needs a whetstone."

"Isn't the original saying that the brain needs books?" Sonia gently stroked the drooping pale golden hair, and fed him another mouthful.

"Do you really have the exact words? I thought I was the inventor of this famous saying." Griffith turned his head to look at her in surprise.

As he turned, his big head and thick black hair slowly rubbed against the girl's slender legs.The smooth, soft silk skirt magnifies sensitive touches.

"Uh-ah."

It's like a big ship trying to sail into a small harbour.Sonia, who was scooping up the yogurt, suddenly trembled, gasping uncontrollably and moaning softly.She quickly covered her mouth with the hand holding the spoon, turned her head blushing, and pushed Griffith with her hand.

"..."

Griffith's bones were about to crumble, and he sat up in shame...

"You, eat by yourself." Sonia stuffed the yogurt into Griffith's hand without turning her head.

(End of this chapter)