The city closure was over, and Viscount Mo Ruo ordered the guards to open the city gates, allowing the people to enter and exit again. However, the inspections were now much stricter than before.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Richard. I'm a hunter from Black Creek Village. I came to the city to sell some things."
At the city gate, several soldiers checked one by one. A hunter in leather clothes carried the venison he had recently hunted into the city. He put a piece of peeled animal skin on his shoulders to prevent the venison from making a mess on his clothes.
Looking at the roughly marinated red and white venison, the guard poked it with his hand and briefly tasted it.
"It's very good. What's the price you want to sell it for? If it's acceptable, we brothers will buy it directly." The guard also needed to survive the winter. Now, thinking about the empty top of the fire room in his home, he also felt tempted.
"Uh, well, maybe I want to sell it at a higher price." The hunter hesitated.
Seeing the guard in front of him look disgruntled, he felt compelled to explain. "There have been a lot of monsters in the mountains lately. Some people even heard a dragon roar a while ago. I took a lot of risks to catch the prey, and since I have to travel such a long distance to pickle it, I'm hoping to make some extra money."
"Okay, okay, stop giving me that. I hear you talk like that a hundred times every day, as if everyone's life is miserable." The guard waved his hands in annoyance, and prepared to leave this person alone for a while.
Seeing that he was not allowed to enter the city, the hunter became worried and could only stand there, not knowing what to do.
In the early morning forest mist, the sound of crisp horse hooves was heard, and then several cavalrymen in dark red uniforms came running from afar.
Looking at the brand new bright red military uniform and the short musket carried at the waist, several guards suddenly became serious.
"hiss--"
The warhorse raised its horse's horn high, stopped not far from the city gate, and then walked slowly towards the city in small steps.
The officer, riding on a tall horse, held the reins in his hands and looked at the farmers, merchants, and a small number of hunters waiting to enter the city, nodding from time to time.
"Hello, sir, who are you?" The captain of the guard asked carefully while standing on the side of the road.
Compared to the Viscount's private soldiers, these uniformed cavalrymen were the empire's true military might. Furthermore, after suppressing several uprisings in the southern border, the Regent had now firmly established control of every key point in the southern border with his legions.
"I am Widwin, a lieutenant in the 71st Imperial Legion." He took out his badge and letter of appointment and showed them to the soldiers.
Then, with a respectful response, the guards drove the people gathered at the city gate to the sides, clearing the central road.
"Very good, you are loyal guards." The officer nodded and pointed at a hunter.
"I want the venison on his back. Ask him to send it to my place later."
"Yes, sir." The guards below looked at each other and nodded.
"That's it." Then he led the dozen or so riders who had accompanied him straight into the city, leaving behind a burst of crisp horse hoof sounds.
After the officer entered the city, the guards had to find the hunter again.
"Did you hear that? You're lucky to be favored by that gentleman. Why don't you hand over the meat quickly?"
"But...but...this is mine." Carrying the meat on his back, the hunter took a few steps back, not knowing how to deal with it.
"Hmph, are you still dreaming? Give it to me." The captain of the guards winked at his men, and then a group of people surrounded the hunter and snatched the meat from him in a fight.
Looking at the hunter lying on the ground after being beaten, the captain threw a few copper coins to him.
"Get out of here now."
After he finished speaking, he glanced coldly at the people around him. They averted their gazes and walked to the other side with their heads down. Among them, a young farmer clenched his fists.
The other hand pressed on his shoulder, asking him to release his hand, and then he whispered.
"Don't be impulsive, go into the city first."
After a brief silence, the order at the city gate gradually returned to its previous lively state, as if nothing that had just happened had happened.
After entering the city, the old man and the young man walked on the street and whispered about what had just happened.
"You can't be so impulsive. You should know that we have other tasks." The man was probably in his 40s or 50s. Although he was wearing coarse linen clothes, they were washed very clean and the knuckles on his hands were very thick.
"I know, but if I'm indifferent to things like this, then what am I even doing here for?" Although he possessed the strength of a Sequence 4, he still had much to learn in terms of experience and wisdom.
"I know your sincerity and passion, but Quirik, we have other tasks to accomplish. You also wish to rescue the senior's daughter from the clutches of the devil."
The young man named Quirik nodded after hearing this.
"Yes, Senior Sartre saved me when I was young. I remember this favor and now I want to rescue his orphan from the clutches of the nobles."
"That's right, so for this goal, we have to be patient for now."
"This is Longyi Province, a remote area in the southeast of the southern border. Our ideas are rarely spread here, so we need to be more careful."
"Because these locals may not understand those great ideas, they are very conservative, so once our identities are exposed, it will be difficult for us to stay there, and Sartre's daughter will never be able to escape from here."
The old man patiently counseled the young man beside him until more and more people walked on the street and the two stopped talking.
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