Looking at this stubborn little girl, the guards turned their gazes to the long knife in her hand.

But at this moment there was still hesitation among them, after all, Emenas's reputation was there.

"Bitch!"

Seeing that the girl didn't move, the fat guard slapped her. Jenna was caught off guard and didn't dodge completely in time, so she was half-slapped and felt a burning sensation on her face.

"How many more times do I need to say it?"

"Hurry up." Several people shouted.

The guards around also became tough, feeling that the girl was openly resisting and not giving them face.

Why.

Is everyone leaving the city being checked? Are they really doing this for the benefit of the residents?

I always feel like something is wrong.

Jenna's mind was in conflict with her emotions. She was a good and obedient child, and faced with such a justifiable scolding, her heart was inevitably shaken.

Boom——

A stone hit the guard on the back of the head and then fell to the ground.

"who?"

The guard shouted angrily, and the other guards turned around and looked around, but still couldn't see who had made the move.

Another small stone was thrown from somewhere and hit Jenna's back lightly. She caught it with her sharp backhand and then held it. While the guards around turned around and looked around, she looked back and saw someone hiding behind the house making a gesture to her with his wrist.

It seemed like just a moment, and the wrist was retracted to avoid being seen by other guards.

Seeing this scene, Jenna gradually had an idea in her mind.

Then a few more stones were thrown and hit the guards on the heads, making them scream in pain.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Jenna broke out from the guards, jumped on her horse, and rushed out of the city. Even if someone tried to stop her, she would knock them away with her scabbard.

After riding for a while outside the city, she slowly stopped when she saw no pursuers. She then found a corner of the woods and hid her horse there. Then she returned to the road and quietly hid behind a tree to wait.

People leaving the city walked on the road one after another. After a long time, a man wearing a dark brown cloak walked by, and Jenna stood out.

"Please wait a moment."

The passerby turned around and turned out to be a middle-aged man with stubble. His face looked a little weathered, and he didn't seem surprised that Jenna suddenly called him.

"Thank you for your help." Jenna knew that this was the person who had thrown stones to help her just now, and also the scimitar man from last night.

"It's nothing. But you should be careful when you go out." After the uncle gave a brief answer, he prepared to continue riding on his way.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?" asked Jenna.

"I don't know, just walking around." The uncle answered casually.

"Please wait a moment, I'm going to Fengyan City, maybe it's just a short distance away." After calling the uncle to stop, Jenna led the horse out from the depths of the woods, then rode forward and walked side by side with the uncle.

"Little girl, you are so unguarded. If you just hang out with strangers like this, it will cause trouble." Although the uncle said this, he did not leave early.

"But I think the uncle is a good person," said Jenna.

"Haha, I'm not a good person." He laughed, then cracked the whip and increased the speed.

Jenna behind him also sped up, and the two of them chatted casually as they walked towards the west.

...

"Uncle, where are you from? I can't guess from your accent." Jenna asked curiously.

"Me? I'm not anywhere. I'm just wandering around. Sometimes I find some work to do and make some money." He said casually.

As the road progressed, the two walked in the wilderness, watching the sunset gradually set in the distance.

"Ha, looks like we have to sleep outdoors today." said the uncle.

Afterwards, the two men found a place sheltered from the wind, tied up their horses, and then found some dry firewood and started a bonfire.

Sitting around a warm campfire, Jenna recounted her experiences. She was born into a mercenary family, and although her father was often absent, she lived a relatively affluent life and had a good childhood.

"I'm not so lucky. My family was poor when I was young. I had to do a lot of hard work and saw a lot of unhappy things." The uncle spoke of his past lightly.

"Uncle, what do you think of the Long Spear School and the Hunting Bow School?" Along the way, Jenna had many difficult questions and troubles in her heart.

"They are all scum, there is nothing to say." The uncle took off his boots, smelled his feet, and then turned them over to shake off the mud in his boots.

Jenna covered her nose and continued, "Then why did you help the Bowhunters in the city yesterday?"

"That's easy to say. Although they're all bad, it seems that the Bowhunting faction is a little worse at the moment."

"But that's all. I advise you to avoid people from both sides when you see them." The uncle added.

"But, at present, there are only these two factions in the country."

"So, this is a corrupt country, and the land is full of rotting insects."

"But there are also some simple and kind villagers." Jenna said hesitantly.

"Maybe. They just don't have the chance. If they were incorporated into the two factions, they would become the same in less than three days and would not be able to withstand any test." The uncle whistled, took out the dried meat strips from the saddle bag, strung them on wooden sticks, and roasted them on the fire.

"I didn't believe it at first, but looking at you, you seem to be from Emenas." The old man turned his eyes to the girl beside the fire.

"What does it look like?" Jenna asked in confusion.

"How should I put it? It's very idealistic and naive. Perhaps Emenas is indeed a good place. It protects you children very well and allows you to see the beautiful and kind side of the world."

"Take what the guard said to you this morning."

"You were actually hesitant at the time, weren't you? You could easily force your way through with your own strength, but because of the rules and laws, you didn't want to cross the line."

"If I hadn't intervened, I'm afraid you would have been dragged into the house and forced to lay down your weapon."

"this...."

"Little girl, remember one thing. Not everyone's words are worth listening to or believing."

"Don't listen to or believe a single word some scumbags say. The sword is the best way to deal with them."

"If you try to reason with them, they'll use all sorts of moral principles and the greater good to intimidate you, each one sounding justified and righteous."

"Reason is for good people who are reasonable. To deal with these scumbags, you are simply insulting yourself by trying to reason with them."

"So how can we tell who are the scumbags and who are the good guys?"

"Then it all depends on what he actually does. No matter how nice his words sound, it's useless. If he does some awful things, you can tell what kind of person he is."