In a courtyard behind the castellan's mansion, there was no noise, but there was the sound of saliva.
Locke was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, enjoying the breakfast that his soldiers had just delivered. It was very simple: meat pancakes and porridge. They should have gotten it from a tavern or the kitchen of a rich family. Locke didn't tell anyone about the residence he chose, but his soldiers still found it. This was the charm of power. There would always be people who wanted to flatter you.
Locke was happy to accept this kind of filial piety, and he was also hungry. Of course, he knew what his soldiers were thinking. He used to be one of them. The baron tacitly allowed the soldiers to plunder the city only on the day the city was breached. According to the rules, they couldn't do it again today. But a city with thousands of people certainly wouldn't be enough in a day. To be precise, it would be a night. It would be good if they could plunder a third of the city in a night. Locke hadn't received the baron's order yet, and neither had the other platoon jarls, so he gave the soldier who delivered the food a meaningful look.
While Locke was enjoying the food, the other three in the room looked at Locke eagerly. "Rumble ~" No one knew whose stomach was the first to growl, but it sounded one after another. The three of them blushed.
"Uncle, I'm so hungry." The little girl, Christen, leaned against the door and said softly.
Uncle … Locke was embarrassed when he heard that. He was only 18 years old this year. Was he old enough to be an uncle? Locke touched his beard, looked at his calloused hands, and pulled out two strands of his gray hair to look at it. Was he really only 18 years old? Locke couldn't help but think.
"Come here, Christen. I can't finish it alone," Locke said kindly. It seemed like a lot of food, but it was really not enough for him, who had cultivated impetus. He felt that impetus would automatically refine the food in his stomach and store energy. That was because he rarely felt like he was stuffed. But it was not a problem if the other party was a little girl, and a beautiful little girl at that.
Christen staggered out from behind the door. She hadn't fully recovered from her illness, and it was still a little difficult for her to walk. Locke's heart softened when he saw the little girl walking with difficulty. He walked forward and picked her up. The little girl exclaimed. After the world spun around her, she realized that she was sitting in Locke's arms. She immediately blushed.
Seeing that little Kristin was still blushing, Locke thought that it was because of her illness. "Hurry up and eat. I'll get more if it's not enough."
The little girl agreed softly and sat in Locke's arms and started eating.
Last night, when Kristin was woken up by a nightmare and called for her aunt, the woman ignored the pain and went back to bed to comfort the little girl. It was like a cold spring that warmed his murderous heart. After that, he ignored the three women and went to sleep next door. The city was in chaos outside, and it was either the Faustian soldiers or the Shalorian mobs. He wasn't worried that they would sneak away.
For some reason, Christen wasn't afraid of Locke. He had killed at least a hundred, if not fifty. Moreover, after practising impetus, most adult men wouldn't dare to look him in the eye, but Kristin was an exception. When Locke woke up in the morning for his morning exercise, he noticed a pair of bright eyes watching him from behind the door.
Kristin didn't eat all the food on the table. She just picked up the spoon and drank some of the broth that Locke hadn't finished. The little girl blushed, not knowing what she was thinking. Locke also felt that it wasn't appropriate to let a little girl drink something that he had drunk before. He thought that he should have asked for another bowl. There were four meat pies left. The little girl picked one up and ate only a quarter of it before she couldn't eat anymore. She looked at the food on the table and looked back at the two women behind the door frame. She turned back and looked at Locke with pleading eyes.
Of course, Locke knew what she meant. Moreover, he had heard her stomach growling. It was quite awkward. These women weren't ordinary people. He could tell from the clothes that Kristin and the woman were wearing. There was even a maid with impetus. Locke had long regarded them as his private property. He nodded at Kristin to show his agreement.
"Yay!" The little girl waved her hands excitedly. After kissing Locke, she took the four meat pies, including the three that she had eaten, and returned to her room. Locke wiped the moisture off his face. After a moment of absent-mindedness, he snapped out of it and shouted to the little girl, "Call me brother from now on!"
The two people in the room had obviously seen what happened just now. Glace glared at her niece standing in front of her angrily. "You're a noble. How could you do such... such a shameless thing?" Glace was still upset that the little girl had kissed Locke.
"Brother is a good person." Kristin didn't take her aunt's words seriously. After being homeless for so long, the little girl had a good impression of a strong person who could suddenly appear and protect them. She was actually smarter than anyone else.
Grace had no way of dealing with her niece, who was known as the 'Little Witch' back in King's City. This little girl was a little mischievous. In the past, she only listened to herself, her father, and her grandfather. Now that she had her own thoughts, even she, as her aunt, couldn't control her.
Laffey, the maid, didn't dare to comment on her young master. Although she liked the cute Kristin, she had been tricked by the little girl before. Laffey was distressed when she woke up. Not only did she fail to protect her mistress, but she also lost her bracelet. It was the only thing her mother had left her, and it was meant to be used as a dowry. She wanted to look for it later to see if it had been lost during the fight.
Locke wasn't interested in the thoughts of the master, servant, aunt and niece in the room. After telling them not to go out and run around, he left the courtyard.
The resistance in the city had been wiped out as soon as the city was breached, but the refugees still caused a lot of trouble for the soldiers. They couldn't touch these refugees, and it wouldn't be easy to deal with them if they did. So, the soldiers had a sense of propriety and only targeted the rich and middle-class people.
This was the scene he saw when he found his men. Gulas was smashing a pear wood door with a huge piece of wood in his hand. There was a scream behind the door, and the back door was smashed open. Then, the surrounding soldiers swarmed in and screamed. After a while, the soldiers came out with a clay pot or a duck in their hands, giggling. After the soldiers came out, the surrounding refugees started to take action. They rushed into the house like locusts, smashing and looting everything they could see. These people were more thorough and crazy than the Faustian soldiers.
Of course, they treated the Faustian soldiers like quails. A rash refugee accidentally bumped into one of the soldiers. The soldier was holding a jar in his hand, and from time to time, the soldier would take something out of the jar and stuff it into his mouth. It was probably something like pickled vegetables, which was a good thing when they were eating black bread every day. Because of this, he didn't notice the refugee rushing over and accidentally dropped the jar. The contents inside were scattered all over the ground. The soldier immediately became angry. He picked up his sword and slashed at the refugee's back. After that, he left cursing without caring about the refugee who was slashed. The surrounding refugees looked at the soldier in awe. It seemed that this kind of soldier had left a deep impression on them. Of course, this kind of damage was acceptable to the refugees because they were the ones who were blind first, so it wouldn't cause a riot. How sad. Locke sighed.
Gulas, who was commanding the soldiers to move things, saw Locke not far away and hurried over. "Boss, what's the matter?" Gulas had been full of admiration for Locke since the siege. Coupled with the fact that Locke had always wanted to rope him in, Gulas was now Locke's confidant like Hans and Kane.
"Nothing, I just came to have a look." After the city was breached, there would be soldiers looting it. Locke had never seen the platoon jarl busy after the siege, so he just came to have a look and chat with the soldiers. He knew that many soldiers liked to be close to their superiors.
"Boss, I have something good," Gulas suddenly said sneakily when he saw that Locke was really free.
Locke followed Gulas through the ruins of the city and finally arrived at a shabby wooden door. There were two soldiers standing guard in front of the door. They were Gulas's men.
After entering the door, there was a foul smell. A few dirty people were squatting in the house, trembling and some boxes.
Gulas winked at Locke and the others with a meaningful look. Locke knew what the pig was thinking just by looking at him, so he immediately rewarded him with a kick. Locke thought that this guy had captured a civilian girl in the city to fool around with. Locke had been in the army for many years and had done a lot of evil things, but at least he thought of himself as a person with principles. As for bullying civilian girls, he could pat his chest and say that he had never done it.
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