Light and Darkness, Pitt Michael [classic english novels .TXT] 📗

swimming. Naturally, this dream woke up quickly, frozen. When he looked down, his body was wet, just like he had just pulled it out of the water. Looking up again, an insidious thin man in front of him was carrying an empty bucket in his hand. He was awake a lot at the moment, only to see that there were still a few chairs in the room where the young nobles were sitting. There were still some mercenaries standing around, and it could be seen from the face that it was extremely insidious and brutal. At this moment, everyone seemed to stare at himself with a bad intention. His cold sweat suddenly shed, and his back began to hurt suddenly.

　　 "Our respectable Mr. Supervisor, you are so worthy of the salary we paid you, so late, you have to work around." Lens said ecstatically. Anyone who is pulled up from the bed so late will not have a bad temper.

"Mr. Supervisor, what's his name? Ah, Mr. Toffler! You see, your name is really good, maybe there is some noble blood." Franco also said, "I can be honored I ask you, is there anything that matters if you go out so late? Of course, you can also choose to say it later so that we will be less upset this evening."

　　Toffler watched the mercenaries skillfully fiddle with various torture tools, and the charcoal basin was lit. He shouted, "I'm going back to the town home to see, my wife is sick!" No one ignored his cry, the nobles were still appraising his figure, and the dedicated mercenaries were doing the final Inspection work.

　　The knowledge in this torture is very difficult. Whipping fire is just down, the attacker is the superior. The dragon and beauty mercenary regiments have complex sources. There are many soldiers, bandits, villains, and rogues, and many are old mercenaries. In times of turmoil, mercenaries and bandits are often separated by a line. Mercenaries enter the city, and there are not a few out of town who are bandits. That is why there are not many experts in torture among the dragons and the beauty. This is a punishment. Although it is not a master, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary people.

　　The mercenaries enrolled as soon as Roger tortured the prisoners tonight. The nobles and scummen have carefully selected the six players tonight. These people really got it, they hadn't done it yet, it was just some arrangement, and it had caused Toffle Bean to sweat dripping down. "I'm telling the truth! Let me go! What are you doing?"

　　 Franco came up, but the beautiful face looked so terrible in Tofler's eyes. "You're very cooperative, or wouldn't we have done so much preparation work in vain? The night is still growing."

　　Toffler said anxiously: "Wait! Wait a minute! I said, I said all!"

　　 "Shut up!!" The mercenaries in the house screamed.

　　 "You have to wait for a round of torture. That's a bit like a man, hehe." Roger peeled a banana and threw it in his mouth.

　　 A bearded mercenary came over to undo Tofler's belt. The respectable Mr. Superintendent howled like a pig: "I said! I'm going to report to Ian, let him lead all the townsmen to rescue the ancient pagoda, and then go to the king to ask for a complaint!"

　　 Several nobles looked at each other. Luns said sullenly: "Are you a kid? We just want to drive us away? Let's say, how many people are there in Snow Fox!"

　　Tovler went all out: "Why, what Snow Fox?"

　　 "It seems that this evening, it will not be so peaceful!" "Yes, yes."

　　Currently, the mercenaries are full of spirits, and everyone wants to show off their tactics. Six mercenaries surrounded Toffler and began to get busy. A cold wire had just touched his flesh, and the respectable Mr. Supervisor immediately uttered a screaming trembling. It really made people wonder how such a loud noise came from his thin body. The mercenary carrying the wire shuddered, and the wire fell to the ground. Tofler saw the opportunity and never lost it. At the volume of the dragon roar, the shrew quickly uttered all the information he knew about Snow Fox, which naturally included a part about a big man in Le Mans.

At the juncture of life and death, Mr. Supervisor's survival instinct and sharpness of his mind are simply wise. He first discovered what the nobles were interested in, so he automatically repeated the list of Snow Fox, and cheered on all kinds of scandals about the big man. It was really insidious and vicious, sloppy and spoiled, eating and drinking. Gambling, scamming, kidding, stealing, all-encompassing, doing everything. The clerk on the side remembered the fluttering and dancing, and the brush strokes; the scum was shaking his head and feeling relaxed and happy.

　　Finally, Mr. Toffler's complaint came to an end, and everyone felt that Yu Xing was not exhausted. The clerk came to Toffler with a thick stack of records. He did not look at it and immediately signed his name. The clerk gave a few nobles a few glances, and a few people looked at him with a smile, and praised Totovler as a personal talent, but he was wronged as a supervisor. Tofler had just gotten out of danger. Chad was so praised that he couldn't help but be surprised. He just felt that this place is a paradise on earth.

　　 Roger looked at it, shook his head and secretly said: "Where is the chaotic people? Sure enough, the officials forced the people to rebel, the people have to rebel. The old man, it seems that you are poisoned."

Framing

Le Mans in the early winter season is serene, peaceful, with a soft warmth. The old trees in the town shivered in the cold wind, and from time to time a few yellow leaves fell. After a year of hard work, the mountain people began to enter the winter break, and the hunters occasionally went into the mountains to catch some game and add some oil to their wives and children. The mountain people are simple and down-to-earth, but they have become very powerful in the harsh living environment.
　　 The winter sun shone warmly on the crowd gathered in the town square. The old town mayor Ian is giving an emotional speech. A simple amplification magic allows the mayor of old age to pass his voice clearly to everyone's ears. Ian rarely wore a magician's robe. The last time he wore this magician robe was thirty years ago. At that time, he was still a bloody adventurer.

"Gentlemen! I have been the mayor of Le Mans for two decades. Over the years, the peace in our town has never been broken. We worked hard and built warm houses with our own hands, loving ours Wife, raise our children. We fight with the flood, and fight with the drought, and fight with Warcraft. The scars on our bodies are the marks of these struggles, the pride of men! We have not flinched in front of anything that threatens our wives and children, because We are guarding the homeland where the generations live, because we are the people of the proud mountain!"

　　 A burst of applause sounded. Ian paused and continued, "But now this tranquility is about to break. Several despicable and fierce nobles claim to be the owners of this land. This land belongs to us, this land belongs to the son of the mountain. And these nobles, Not only do we have to take our land, they have to take the last piece of bread in our hands, the last apple of our children! These nobles,"

　　 Ian once said loudly: "We are required to pay five gold coins each year!"

　　 A woman's exclamation sounded, followed by a man's angry cry. "Kill these nobles!" "Get them back to the king!" "No one wants to take our land!" A sharp child sounded: "I fuck the grandma of these nobles!" A burst of laughter sounded, The child's mother blushed and pinched her naughty son.

Ian waited for everyone to be quiet, and continued: "When I first arrived in this town, Bam didn't usually climb trees." The tall blacksmith was tied up in a bandage, half lying on the stretcher, and the embarrassed hehe laughed. . "But these nobles hurt him as soon as they came here. They had no qualms about teasing the most beautiful girl in town! Our wife and daughter were humiliated beyond description." Several young girls sobbed. .

　　 "Not only that, let's see what they have done to my son, Guta!"

　　 The ancient pagoda was supported by two strong young people. The townspeople silently watched his bandaged ankles, ragged clothes, and faces that had begun to rot. The most shocking thing was the mark of the brutality on his face. "How can these nobles turn civilians into coolies at will?!" A young girl cried and threw herself out, she was a lover of Guta. "Guta, what have they done to you?"

Ian raised his hands up: "Our survival is no longer guaranteed! Our wife and daughter are on the verge of being defiled! I, Ian, the tenth-level wizard, will challenge these nobles! Today's thing, let's take a break!" You," Ian's voice turned to softness: "My children, you will go to the king to complain and go to the church, just as the night will pass, justice will replace evil! May God bless you!"

The atmosphere in the square reached its climax.

　　 A rush of horseshoes sounded, and a hundred and fifty "dragon and beauty" knights rushed into the square, encircling the crowd. The mountain people were fierce, but in the face of the heavily armed knights surrounded, they couldn't help but tremble, and the noisy square suddenly calmed down. The dragon and the beauty knights gave way to both sides, and the noble scum rided out on the high-headed horses.

　　Guta suddenly shouted hysterically: "It's him, it's the demon!" The original tall man was like a mouse forced into a desperate situation by a cat at this time. He was so terrified that he tried hard to bite the cat. He tremblingly reached out and pointed to the nobles. The crowd looked in the direction of his finger and saw Rogge in a black armor plucking his tomahawk, riding on a horse, complacent.

A young man among the townspeople took a step and shouted, "What wrong did the ancient pagoda make? You devils want to torture him like this? Could it be said that the nobles can turn people into coolies casually? The tax of five gold coins in your home! Do you still give us a way of living? You must give us an account today!"

　　 "Yes! We want an explanation!"

　　Rog looked at Ian in the middle of the square, and the invisible gaze between the two was almost sparking.

　　Roger smiled slightly, ignored Ian, turned to look at the excited young man, and asked calmly, "You just said, how much do you tax?"

　　 "Five gold coins! This makes us..." The youth was excited again.

　　Rogg broke the young man's complaint with a stern cry: "Toffler!"

　　Toffler immediately flashed out of the townspeople, shaking on his knees. "Tell me about it. I'll let you inform Ian how much tax is