Throne Steps

League of Raetia, somewhere in the south.

It was just dawn, and the mountain birds sang occasionally, and the mist covered the houses gathered in twos and threes.Just as the smoke rose from the village, a group of men appeared on the stone road at the edge of the village.

Most of them are dressed in simple clothes and plain in appearance. At first glance, they are no different from ordinary people, but there is a chill in their eyebrows and eyes.They don't need to speak, they only need to look at each other to understand each other, and every step is silent.They are like dark walkers who have not been taken away by the night. They are incompatible with the peaceful village atmosphere and make people suspicious.

However, before all the villagers had time to open the courtyard door to look out, the team had already passed by like feathers.They passed through the main settlement of the village and came to the edge of the village.

Here, there is an independent courtyard.

It looked very new, built at the foot of the hillside, next to a well-divided field, only a field road extended here.Among the bushes, the small courtyard and one-story bungalows are very inconspicuous.Looking from here to the place where people gather, you can only see two or three houses next to the place.

Now, a group of uninvited guests stood in front of the courtyard.

Among them was a young man with black hair and dark eyes, with an indifferent expression but a hostile look in his eyes.The man next to the young man is tall and looks powerful, but his face is slightly dull.The tall man nodded to the people beside him, and those people spread out along the wall of the small courtyard, their figures hidden among the bushes.After a while, one of them walked back quickly and nodded at the man.

The man looked at the young man for a while, then looked away, and gestured to the person standing at the front.

The man stepped forward and knocked on the courtyard door.

dong dong!

There was no response the first time, and the person who knocked waited for a while, then repeated it again.

"Who?"

A grown man's answer came from the yard.

"Routine inspection of migrant population." The knocker's voice sounded unexpectedly flat and harmless, "Please open the door."

His tone sounded polite, but the people standing behind him were not.Their eyes were fixed on the door, paying attention to the movement around them at all times, as tense as a cheetah attacking at any time.

There was the sound of the bolt being pulled from behind the door, and when the courtyard door opened a crack, the people waiting in front of the door slammed the door leaf open!

"Who is it!" The man behind the door quickly took two steps back, avoiding the influence of the door leaf.But before he could see clearly, a figure rushed towards him quickly!

The man who answered the door did not come empty-handed. He subconsciously clenched the wood-cutter ax in his hand, and the moment he lifted it, a strong fighting spirit burst out.However, the intruder moved faster, he turned his body slightly, and the stone fist hit the man's wrist like lightning.Fighting energy collided, and the man who answered the door felt a numbness in his wrist, and the ax fell to the ground suddenly.He was about to make a fist to fight back, but a pair of iron arms stretched out from behind him, and they clasped and retracted around his neck, locking him firmly.The face of the man who answered the door turned red in the blink of an eye, he grasped the thick arms with both hands in an attempt to pull them apart, and the man who rushed into the door got closer and punched him in the abdomen!

"!!!"

A sudden burst of pain swept through his whole body, causing the man who answered the door to hang his hands limply, losing all strength in his body, and unconsciously fell to the ground.The person behind him didn't let him go just because he was kneeling on the ground, half-kneeling behind and still restricting him.

The man who had rewarded the door answerer with two punches stood in front of him, looking down at him.

A cold voice sounded at the door: "Let him drink this."

The standing man raised his hand sideways and received a small reagent tube.The man who answered the door didn't know what it was, but he knew it was never a good thing, and he never wanted to try it.

However, his attacker who had choked him loosened his neck a bit and pulled his hair roughly, causing him to throw his head back.The man standing in front clasped his chin, forcing him to open his mouth, and the reagent just poured in.

The faint taste slid into his throat, and he didn't have time to swallow, and even choked and coughed.The coughed water splashed on the restrainer's arm, but the man didn't move.

The door answerer didn't know what he had drunk, but he soon found out.A young man walked in front of him. His black hair and black eyes showed that he was not very talented, and his slender—at least thinner than the two attackers—showed that his physical skills were not strong.The young man stretched out his hand and squeezed the door answerer's chin through the black glove: "Turn on your grudge, how does it feel?"

In fact, needless to say the young man, the door-responder had already done this in an attempt to break free, but all was in vain: "...Duqi Stabilizer!"

"Yes." The young man bent down to look at him, "The taste may not be good, but the effect is not bad, isn't it?"

The door answerer stared into the young man's eyes: "...this is a forbidden drug!"

"Of course." The young man squinted his eyes and smiled, "I still have a forbidden drug, which happens to restrain another forbidden drug. Do you want to try it?"

He patted the man's face pointingly, then stood up and took a step back.The door answerer was taken aback for a moment, then realized what the other party might be implying, and looked at the young man with apprehension: "... who are you?"

"Forget about self-introduction." The young man took out a piece of paper from his skirt, opened it and showed it to the man, "We are here for this, and you know this is enough."

It was an official document from the mercenary guild, offering a high price to Soyang's rebel general - Farah.

The person answering the door frowned and said, "This has nothing to do with us!"

"It doesn't matter, it's not up to you." The young man folded the paper, but didn't put it in his arms again.Just at this time, a person who was with the young man came out of the house quickly, and said to the young man, "Someone tried to escape through the back door, and they have all been contained."

The voice of this report was not shy, and the panic and depression on the face of the door responder disappeared for a moment when he heard it, but the young man who was watching him caught it straight.

Being able to walk out of the house means that the entire courtyard has been copied, and no matter how much you resist, it will be futile.

The young man said to the person who came out to report, "Bring them here."

The other party nodded and took the order to go.

"Tie him up." The young man pointed to the doorman again, "We have to start playing the game of 'I ask you to answer'."

An old man, a young woman, and a girl were taken to the front yard by intruders who surrounded them from the rear.In the eyes of the intruders, they have no combat power, so they don't have to work hard to fight a round first.It's just that the weapons on the backs and waists of the strong men, and the movements of pushing a few people forward from time to time, show that they will not be very polite.

The young man who had been given the Dou Qi stabiliser was still kneeling on the ground, his hands and feet were bound with ropes, and he looked very embarrassed.He exchanged glances with the first old man who came out, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Instead, the old man took two steps closer to him: "Auspicious..."

Boom! ! !

The broken soil splashed, and a huge sword slammed into the ground, blocking the old man's way.The ground of this courtyard has been leveled long ago, and the top of the sword blade sunken into the ground shows the strength of the manipulator.

The old man had to back away, but the man named "Ji Li" glared fiercely at the people next to him: "What the hell are you trying to do!"

"Didn't I say that?" The young man handed the paper he had been holding to someone else, "We're just here to find someone."

The person who took the paper walked up to the old man and the two women and showed them its contents.The women stood next to each other, only glanced at the official document, then lowered their eyes, with their lips tightly closed.It was the old man who frowned and replied: "We have said it many times, he is not here, and we don't know about him! We have already..."

"Having lost contact with your son for more than two years?" The young man curled his lips, "Your son, the Soyang rebel general Farah, sent you out before the Suoyang riots. You told me...you don't Know about him?"

"He committed treason and has been cleared out of the house, and has nothing to do with us!" the old man said, "All those who come to ask us are just wasting time!"

"Really?" The young man casually grabbed the sword around his partner's waist, pulled it out, and slowly pointed at the "auspicious", "Maybe it's just because they haven't tried 'torture' yet."

The pupils of the old man shrank in an instant: "...How dare you! We have nothing to do with the Suoyang rebels. This is recognized by the government! You are a robber and a murderer. If you do something, you will be wanted by the whole country!"

These words sound just and righteous, but what the old man is facing is not a righteous man, but a group of uninvited guests who have been washed away in the bloody storm.

Many of them were once on the wanted list.

"Why don't I dare?" The young man sneered, walked behind "Ji Li", put a horizontal sword on his neck, and roughly grabbed his hair with the other to make him raise his face and face the old man, "As long as this face Even if I can't find out where Farah is, at least I can charge you with harboring rebels... can't I?"

As soon as this remark came out, the old man and the two women were stunned, and the shock on their faces could hardly be suppressed.

"It's all your fault for being careless, you won't leave when someone paves the way." The young man raised his eyes and glanced at a few people, mockingly said, "A father, a daughter, a daughter-in-law, and a young and strong long-term worker? If it were anyone else's home, it would be considered as a homecoming, right? What's more, this only labor force is also in charge of the family's material purchases, and he often went to the town's market and exchange before the war..."

The young man looked down at the man whose head was grabbed by him: "An 'outsider' who is so close to the family of the rebel general, huh?

"I remember that in the battle report, it was recorded that Farah's younger brother was killed in battle. Do you think this is a mistake?

"If you don't want to make life worse than death, then answer my question." The young man's sword had already reached the side of the man's neck, and the sharp blade cut a long and thin wound on his neck, from which blood slowly overflowed, "Your brother Where, dear Major Dudley?"

[The author has something to say]: The black swan is just the black feather blanket laid on the bloody road, backed by blood and stained with blood.