"What should we do? If the duchy investigates, we will be implicated, reduced to slavery, or even our entire family will be hanged!"
"Why don't we take our whole family and move out while the duchy is still undecided?"
“Foolish! Winter is coming. Let’s get through this winter first… Besides, where can you move to?”
Hundreds of people discussed matters concerning the future of their entire families, and the fear, apprehension, and confusion on their faces revealed the regret these ordinary people felt after calming down.
Among them was an elderly man with gray hair, his face sullen, leaning on a wooden rattan cane, the veins of which shimmered with a faint light, maintaining the operation of the disguise magic.
"You traitors who deserve to be cut into a thousand pieces, the Duchy will never let you go."
The old man looked up from the edge of the crowd at the convoy of cars billowing smoke, his heart bleeding as if it had been stabbed through.
In particular, dozens of well-fed warhorses, which were intended to be used to build a second batch of cavalry with public funds allocated by the duchy, were all taken away!
This enmity is irreconcilable!
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he had a thought, and the grass in the distance, which was swept by autumn frost, was torn apart as clods of earth were released, releasing several eagles to lock onto the group of freeloading thieves and provide intelligence for the duchy.
"However, the Duchy's intelligence department had already received this information when the armory was opened."
Count Sap's eyes were cold, but a slight smile played at the corners of his lips.
He didn't know how these thieves managed to break through the blockade of the Duchy of Bailan, but daring to provoke the Duchy would inevitably come at a heavy price!
But for now, he needs to find a way to regain control of the territory.
The thought of these lowly people hanging his lover and children made him want to slaughter them all, tear them to pieces, and then bury them in a pit!
However, the fact that some of the family's true core members had been successfully transferred allowed the Earl to breathe a sigh of relief.
On the initial escape route, he deliberately had his usually unfavored children choose dangerous routes, thus securing a chance for survival for his branch of the family.
Moreover, most of the family's wealth is in his hands. If he can survive this calamity, even if the family declines, he can make a comeback and restore the glory of the Shapu family!
"Although I lost my territory and the Shapu family suffered a heavy blow, as long as I gather intelligence on the other side and provide it to the Duchy, I can atone for my sins and buy the family some breathing room. There will be no problem."
Count Shap pondered the future, his back hunched, like an old man nearing the end of his life. Meanwhile, the dark-skinned poor on one side were eager to get involved, showing great interest in the old man's cane.
But just as they were about to step forward, attack the old man, and snatch his cane, he suddenly flew out of the air...
"Smack!"
Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, the old man fell to the ground, then rolled over on his legs and stood up with a somersault!
"call out!"
The next moment, Count Shap, still in a daze, jolted and flew out like an arrow, stepping on his right foot to ascend into the air, running across the wasteland in a bizarre posture...
This scene terrified several poor people so much that their eyes almost popped out. Watching the old man laughing wildly as he ran and leaped about, full of energy, he seemed like a young man with mental problems. They couldn't help but feel intimidated.
"Look at that old man! He...he wants to join those thieves!"
"That old bastard actually hid such a powerful rank! Damn it, why didn't I think of joining the thieves!"
"If we join forces with the thieves, we might have a chance to survive!"
The group was initially surprised by Count Shap's bizarre escape, but then their eyes lit up.
The thief rides a pack of wolves, and his leader is a powerful magician. A great fire falls from the sky and destroys the city. Even the count is helpless against such power. Wouldn't it be a bright and promising life to follow such a thief?
At this moment, some of them couldn't help but regret why they hadn't applied to join the bandit gang when the wolf riders forced them to hand over their supplies.
Riding a giant wolf, speeding across the wasteland, the leader, who possesses the power of a meteorite falling from the sky, is not only exceptionally strong in combat but also excessively kind to his subordinates.
Traversing the desolate wilderness, fearless of power, with unyielding spirit, their charge is like a locust swarm, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake. Is this not also a sign of unbridled freedom and unrestrained spirit? (A follower of the god of mischief)
Therefore, taking advantage of the fact that the bandits had not gone far, everyone followed Count Sap and chased after them.
With a few people taking the lead, a large number of blindly following suit will naturally follow.
"Bang!"
Count Sap's face was stiff. His forehead had hit a pebble and was stained with blood. His face was covered with soil and grass roots stuck to it. He had fallen at least a dozen times along the way, but his body stood up involuntarily. Moreover, he moved his feet first and took off in a carp-like rolling motion!
Behind them, a large group of blindly following commoners took advantage of the slowed-down speed of the chained carriage and followed Earl Shap closely.
"Holy shit... damn it... the god of pranks!!"
"Bang!"
The moment Count Sap landed, before his bones even touched the ground, they exploded. A cloud of blood mist erupted from his left knee, and he slid to his knees in terror...
"Lie down!"
"Who, who is this old man?!"
"Damn... Grasshopper?!"
The crowd behind them froze, still running, watching the old man slide across his knees, their worldviews shattered.
...
"Cough cough..."
On a war wagon loaded with goods, Master Maga lay lazily on a pile of bundled wool, warm and cozy like a fine bed.
"Master, I...we really...must follow this bandit leader?"
Beside him, the young man whose face was swollen from being punched hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Otherwise what?"
Master Maga squinted, his pupils, now clear of gray mist, gleaming with wisdom and the vicissitudes of life he had witnessed.
"But, Master, you have a probationary period in the public domain. If you're discovered, what will happen..."
“My apprentice, after eating so much meat, you’re getting dumber and dumber.”
Upon hearing this, the young man instantly became enraged: "You're the stupid one!"
Master Maga narrowed his eyes, rubbing a pair of scissors: "Are you sure you want to talk to me like this?"
"I was wrong!" The young man quickly changed his tune, without a trace of awkwardness on his face, as if being cowardly had long been a habit.
This is exactly the normal way for the master and apprentice to communicate their feelings; it's natural and harmonious.
"What's a duchy inspection period? I don't even care about those little bit of wealth."
Master Maga said angrily, his beard flying in the wind: "The upper echelons of the duchy are a bunch of parasites; it's impossible to rely on them."
"But Master, all our forbearance in the wasteland, and all the masterpieces we left behind in the duchy, are just like that..."
"It doesn't matter. As long as we're alive, we might still achieve something even better!"
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