Night Raven Master

Chapter 2 Leaving
Tuowa knew very well in his heart, and understood the identity of his family members - Lingmin.

Or serfs.

The entire kingdom experienced wars a hundred years ago. Not only did the royal family and local nobles change their blood, but most of the citizens were reduced from free people to serfs during the war. The vast majority of people in a territory are like this, but He is also included.

Fortunately, his body was strong enough, and 20 years ago, he became one of the bodyguards of Lord Clauredo, who was still the baron at the time, and followed him for the past 20 years until he became a viscount.

Not long ago, the viscount's territory was attacked.

It was precisely because of this that poor Tova was ordered to take Master Yate and leave.

Tova thought so in his heart, but seeing Yate's "sluggish" expression, he couldn't help but think again.

What if Lord Viscount dies?

Can my family still get the reward for being pardoned as free citizens?

Tova shook his head, shook this ridiculous idea out of his mind, and returned to his original smiling face, but the obscure seeds had already taken root and sprouted
Yate heard the call, came back to his senses, and asked Towa, "What, what's the matter?"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a blue fungus as he was a little hungry.

However, Tova withdrew his hand.

He didn't know why he took it back, maybe it was because of the thoughts that flashed in his mind just now.

However, he couldn't show any malice until he was sure that Lord Viscount had failed.

"Tuowa?" Yate looked at Towa's movements with some doubts.

Tova laughed dryly, and hastily thought of a reason: "It seems that it hasn't been wiped clean yet, so I'll wipe it off."

As he said that, he pulled the coarse cloth that wrapped the fruit, wiped it on the surface of the fruit, and handed it over again.

Does it get dirtier after you wipe it?

Art rolled his eyes, then grabbed a fruit and lowered his head to eat the fruit.

However, his heart was also cold.

He is familiar with various medieval games and has experience in many things.

It used to be just a game, not serious, but now, seeing the dry smile on Tova's face, I think of my current situation
some bad
Art is not a fool. When he first woke up, he was still a little confused, but after he calmed down, he thought of various pregnancy situations.

Among the several boss teams, he is generally the head responsible for tactical decision-making. Although he is not very old, he is very meticulous in various things.

One of the most important characteristics of thinking is to often prepare yourself for the worst outcome.

And now, what's the worst?
exhausted?hunger?thirsty?Or the possible dangers in the forest?

Yate's brain was running at high speed, plundering the memory belonging to "Yate" in his mind, while secretly observing Tova's movements.

Where I am now, on the outskirts of Tuvat Forest, like other inaccessible areas, there are many fierce creatures.

Judging from the size of this forest, there may even be powerful creatures equivalent to Apocalypse Knights and official wizards.

The original owner of the body, Art, like other noble young masters, must receive basic education.

However, this Yate is a very active person, or in other words, a guy who doesn't like to study very much. He doesn't have many detailed memories of these.

But, just need to know.

The strength of this Towa is just a relatively strong ordinary guard, not a knight.

Not even the level of a knight attendant.

It's okay for Towa to protect him from ordinary thieves and refugees. As for those powerful creatures, don't even think about it. As long as you encounter them, it's just one word, death.

Now, it's even worse.

If the news of the failure of the father of his body, Viscount Claude, came, Towa would most likely turn from a protector to an enemy.

If Tova still has a conscience, he may be kept protected, or let go, if the conscience is a little less.
Thinking in another way, rather than escorting a viscount heir who is no longer useful and causing himself to be hunted down, his family will suffer worse persecution, Yate is more willing to choose to tie up the viscount heir and send him back to the unknown in the hands of the winner.

"Huh—" Yate took a deep breath, he knew that at this time, he should find a way to separate from Tova and run away by himself.

No matter what the result is, he is not willing to put his own life on the scale to see if the conscience of the other side is heavy enough.

Without showing anything, Yate imitated the self-willed posture in memory, and said: "Tuowa, this food is too bad. I think at least one white bread is needed to be worthy of my identity."

The implication is naturally clear to Tova, that is, to let him buy white bread.

In a few days, it is not certain whether it will be dead or alive, and you still think about white bread?
In Tova's heart, the trace of disrespect grew crazily in just a few minutes, but it did not exceed the deep memory of being ruled by the nobles.

He hesitated for a moment, and bowed: "Okay, my young master, you hide first, I'll go to the town to have a look."

"Okay." There was a smile on Art's face, and no one could see what he was thinking.

When Tova turned around and was about to leave, he heard Yate's voice again: "Wait, Tova, wait a minute."

"What's wrong? My young master?" Tova turned around, feeling a little annoyed.

"Let's put those two Lanfen fruits here." Yate said pretending to be reserved, just like those noble children.

"Okay." The irritability and boredom in his heart grew more and more, Tova put the coarse cloth and Lanfen fruit on the ground, and then left.

"." Yate narrowed his eyes, and after watching the opponent's figure completely disappear from his field of vision, he glanced at the Lanfenguo on the ground, grabbed one with each hand, and left the place.

An hour later, Tova returned to the agreed place.

However, what was brought was not white bread, not even black bread, only three attendants.

As for identity?Of course not Viscount Claude's attendant.

"Hey, Towa." The man who looked like the captain of the attendants put his hands on Towa's shoulders, "Where did that young master go?"

There was a smile on the captain's face, but there was no kindness in the smile.

"He was still here just now!" A thin layer of sweat appeared on Tova's forehead, "I told him to wait here!"

"Really?" The captain of the attendant said with a sneer, "If you can't find anyone, you can go back with me."

"Ken, I can definitely find it!" Tova's body trembled, and he knew that this "going back" was different from the "going back" he had originally imagined.

(End of this chapter)