939: Chapter 78 The Gangsters Finally Arrived!
(6200)_2 939: Chapter 78 The Gangsters Finally Arrived!
(6200)_2 But the problem lies here—without Spirit Energy, Miles is rely an inexperienced Swordsman, who can handle those refugee wanderers without issue, but to be truly valued and hired for his martial skills…
he is still far from ready.
Half of winter has already passed, but another half remains.
Even when spring arrives, if Miles were to go to the city to work and earn money, it would still take a long ti to save up enough for a Sublimation Spirit Practitioner to examine the health issues they face.
In the anti, far too many possibilities and accidents could occur, and Miles would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to Cynthia.
The destruction of his holand, the death of his mother, the passing of those who were kind to him, and their final requests…
The heavy weight of responsibility accumulated on the young man’s shoulders, making him feel as though half his body was buried in the earth, struggling to breathe.
But what about the future?
With little life experience, he could only take things one step at a ti.
Or perhaps…
Wait for a small miracle.
Or an inevitability of fate.
The next morning, Miles left his house to see if he could catch a couple of fish in the nearby riverbed or a few wild rabbits and pheasants in the dense forests outside the hills, but he noticed that almost everyone in Bittercold Village was excited and gathering at the village entrance.
He couldn’t help but frown slightly.
The Ferini Brothers, who had fled to this place from the Southeast Province to hide from the debts incurred by gambling; Tommy, who was branded and exiled for stealing silverware from his own Knight Lord; Old Chidon, who lost everything due to a famine, including his wife and children, and his house taken away…
and there were other unfamiliar faces from the exiled Mountain People and other Western Border Refugees.
Almost every able-bodied person in Bittercold Village with a bit of martial skill gathered at the village entrance, looking at a group of fully armored Knights with a rare, eager, and longing gaze.
“What’s going on?”
Miles found a familiar face with whom he had a fairly good relationship and had exchanged food and dicine before, and asked what had happened.
“You weren’t in the village yesterday, were you?” The Tannery, who wasn’t too intimidated to act fiercely in front of Miles, for the lives of people in Bittercold Village were all equally wretched.
He explained to the young man: “Yesterday, from Leyan Territory…
oh, it’s now called Xia Hui Territory.
Anyhow, there was a Noble Lord who wants to recruit people to clear and settle the mountainous land to the west, providing food and tools, as well as simple tents—if you can build a house yourself, then the house becos yours, and you’ll have priority over the land you’ve cleared.”
“If you consider yourself strong enough, you can join forces with the Knights to eradicate the surrounding Magical Beasts.
Rewards are based on rit, and at least the prices they offer are very fair.”
“Yesterday, they were also going to inform other refugee villages, so they gave everyone a day to think about it—well, the result is clear, isn’t it?
Who would refuse?”
“Ah?”
Shocked by such good news, Miles asked: “Is there sothing wrong with that Lord’s head?
Half of our village is full of misfortune-ridden bad luck, a quarter are terrible people who have botched their own lives, and another quarter are outright uncaught criminals…
and he wants us for reclaiming wasteland?”
——Are we that honest?
“Yes.”
The Tannery also sighed: “Past deeds forgiven, a chance to start all over…
honestly, it’s really a chance for soone like to start anew.”
This honest Tannery had never committed any cris; he was just ordinarily poor and unlucky, having accidentally burned down both his own house and the neighbor’s while heating water, not to ntion the trouble of losing the custor’s leather that was waiting to be tanned and having to compensate his neighbor.
Given the famine, his relatives were also struggling, and the Tannery did not want to be driven out, so he simply fled to the hills, betting on surviving the winter.
If he could survive the winter, he could make a coback; if not…
he would leave the bad luck to his next life.
Now it seems, his fortune must have finally rebounded from rock bottom.
“I’m not talking about you.”
Miles scratched his head with his left hand while his right hand subconsciously gripped the sword at his waist: “I an, isn’t that Lord afraid of people like us…
cheating him out of his money and food and avoiding work?”
“Are you joking, Miles?
Do you know why our village only has scoundrels that trick Ordinary Humans’ money and fools that get tricked?
Because those who dared to swindle Nobles have grass two feet high on their graves!”
The Tannery looked at the young Swordsman with an odd look, as if staring at a fool: “Xia Hui Territory is Mountain Noble territory—now it’s their Dragon God’s Emissary’s Holy Ground…
us with our tiny tricks, dare to play gas with them?”
“Rember Old Pal, the original owner of your shack?
He was just an ordinary Mountain Huntsman, but could shoot a squirrel in a tree blindfolded.”
“Not to ntion those petty crooks, even you—do you think you can commit cris in the mountains and escape the Mountain People’s pursuit?”
Indeed.
Miles thought about it and felt it to be true—the other party is a Noble Lord with Knights as guards; what bandit or criminal could be fiercer than the Sublimators?
In front of Sublimator Nobles, no matter how violent the thug, they can only obediently go to till the land…
they aren’t even the sa species!
And moreover…
reclaiming wasteland, eh?
At least it’s better than staying in Bittercold Village waiting for winter to pass hoping for luck… at the very least, it ant getting work and paynt a month or two earlier!
Deciding on recourse, he returned to his shack to inform Cynthia of the news.
The siblings imdiately went to sign up.
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