It was dark and I couldn't see my five fingers.

In addition to the occasional hearing of the roars of wild beasts coming from the distant border forest, the entire Black Hawk territory seemed particularly quiet.

Nowadays, Black Hawk Town is full of darkness, and there is no ghost in a quiet place.

Sam's shabby wooden house is located next to a wheat field near the most outside Blackhawk.

In the past, every night, Sam would sit next to the fire with a large glass of sour beer and enjoy it with a few pieces of hard black bread.

After working hard all day, only this peaceful moment at night is truly his own.

Sam is in his thirties this year. He is not married or has children, and he is alone.

As a poor serf, after a busy year, he paid the lord's various taxes, and the remaining food and income were only enough for him to make a living alone.

In a bitter and cold ghost place like Black Hawk Territory, it is too difficult to find a woman.

Even if he occasionally takes advantage of his free time to secretly go to his secret tree hole, get some prey, and sell the prey to passing caravans. He would rather exchange it for some inferior beer.

As for saving money to redeem your freedom for yourself? Forget it!

Sam didn't dare to think about the ransom of five gold coins. The greatest wealth he had ever seen in his life was to hunt a deer and send it to the lord to receive a reward of twelve silver coins.

Twelve silver coins are enough for him to drink for a year.

As for five gold coins, five hundred silver coins are needed to exchange.

You know, no matter how frugal serfs like them on the bitter and cold border, they may not be able to collect a gold coin in ten years.

So, saving money to redeem yourself, almost all the serfs in the Black Hawk territory never thought so. Even Sam was too lazy to think about finding a woman to marry and have children.

There are too many barbarian tribes and thieves hidden in the border forest. If you really spend money to find a woman, they will probably be snatched away.

It is God’s greatest gift to be able to live well with serfs like myself.

After drinking the last sip of wine and swallowing the last piece of bread, Sam was about to get into his thick hay nest and sleep. Fortunately, he prepared a lot of wild animal fur as blankets this summer, otherwise the winter in the northern wasteland would freeze to death.

As for the recent rumors of thieves invasion in the territory, he doesn't care.

He has been in the Black Hawk Territory for six years. In what winter, the territory has not experienced many waves of looting?

In his opinion, thieves and noble lords were not good people, they all relied on sucking the blood of these serfs to make a living like vampires.

In comparison, he felt less disgusted with those thieves.

At least those thieves will only kill the lord castle every time they attack the territory. As long as they do not resist, they will not be harmed at all.

Sometimes, those thieves will not steal everything, leave some food for them to spend the winter, and will not snatch all the food away.

This is at least more humane than those noble lords who are lofty. The nobles in the Black Hawk Territory before were eager to force all the serfs into desperate situations. The serfs clearly had no food to spend the winter and were still collecting taxes.

But if you think about it carefully, Baron Sean seems to be much more kind than the lords in the past. Not only did he not increase taxes, but he instead reduced a lot of annual taxes.

When the border defense was built a few days ago, Baron Sean actually went to the border to comfort them and distributed bread and sausage to them.

Well, he is such a kind lord.

Unfortunately, the thieves are about to attack the territory. I guess the kind Baron Sean will die sooner or later under the thief's knife.

Thinking of this, Sam felt very uncomfortable. He sighed deeply, put his hands on his chest, and silently prayed for Baron Sean.

"Click!"

Suddenly, a light sound came from outside the door, followed by a long sword with a cold light that stretched in through the crack of the door, gently lifted up, and opened the door bolt.

Seeing this, Sam was so scared that he didn't dare to say anything. He could only stay in the haystack and didn't dare to move.

He knew very well that the cruel thief was coming.

Every winter, at night, there will always be some thieves who will sneak into the territory before attacking the territory castle and inquire about some whims. As long as they cooperate well, they will not be hurt.

Although I have experienced such things many times before, whenever this moment comes, Sam still can't help but tremble all over, and he is so nervous that he can't even breathe.

A long sharp knife slowly placed under his neck, and the blade was cold and harsh.

Sam was very tacit and did not look back. He whispered in a trembling manner: "Big... Sir, you are here!"

A cold and sharp voice penetrated into Sam's ear like a poisonous snake, "I heard that you have been transferred to the castle to deliver fodder these days?"

Sam nodded, "Yes...yes."

A cold voice said again: "Why is the castle brightly lit tonight?"

Sam said in a trembling voice: "I don't...I don't know. Maybe the lord is planning to go to Snow Wolf City to pay taxes tomorrow, so I will be more careful in order to prevent being robbed at night."

The cold voice was silent for a moment, and then asked, "I heard that the castle has been conducting closed training these two days. What are they training?"

Sam shook his head and said, "No...I don't know, it seems to be a militia training. It should be like before, it's all a dummy."

A cold voice snorted coldly, and suddenly, Sam felt the tip of the knife gradually pressing down, and the sharp blade even cut through his skin.

Seeing this scene, Sam was so scared that he was so scared that he begged for mercy: "Sir, please spare me, please spare me, I really don't know what the castle is training. They were all public before, so they started closed training yesterday."

The tip of the knife stopped pressing down and said coldly: "Are there any new war horses in the horse farm in the castle?"

Sam shook his head repeatedly and said, "I can guarantee this with my life. There are no new war horses in the castle, but also three horses of Lord Lord, one white and two black."

Immediately afterwards, the cold voice asked some mixed questions, and Sam answered truthfully.

"Very good, this is a reward for you."

As a silver coin fell next to Sam's face, the voice finally disappeared.

Sam curled up in the grass nest for a long time, and did not dare to move.

After a long time, he carefully got up and collected the silver coins that the thief rewarded him.

At this time, when I looked at my vest, I was soaked in cold sweat.

The cold wind outside the door blew into the house. Sam couldn't help but tremble. He waited for a while, and saw that there was no movement outside, he got up and closed the door.

It seems that those thieves are going to batter the Lord's Castle again tonight.

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Outside the defense line of the Black Hawk Territory, dozens of thieves were hiding in the darkness, emitting a cold breath all over their bodies.

The regiment commander held a giant sword in his hand and inserted it on the ground, waiting for something.

Suddenly, a swift black shadow rushed from the Black Hawk Town like a ghost, and soon came to Fang.

"How is it?" Fangya asked coldly.

"I just found out,"

Black Shadow Collection reported: "The territory has not changed much, and the armed forces are not even as good as last year. It's just that the castle has performed a bit abnormal in the past two days."

A shiny flashed in Fang's eyes, "Oh, why is it abnormal?"

"They are training in secret, and the castle is brightly lit tonight, and it seems to be guarding!"

"Secret training?"

Fangya said disdainfully: "What a bunch of serfs trained? Does that stupid lord really think that these cowardly and afraid of death will fight for him?"

The Shadow continued: "They have no reinforcements or mercenaries. However, according to the information they have inquired, the Shadow Lord is preparing to go to Snow Wolf City to pay the territory tax tomorrow and set off early tomorrow morning, so should we launch an attack tonight?"

"Of course!"

Fang's eyes flashed with cold light, and he sneered: "Going to Snow Wolf City to pay the territory's affiliated tax is clearly an excuse to appease the serfs. Did you see that lord paying the affiliated tax personally? If I'm not wrong, this Black Hawk Baron, who is afraid of death, has planned to leave his territory and run away. He probably went to Snow Wolf City to take refuge."

"Why do I feel something is wrong?" A short thief in the crowd who looked very cunning suddenly reminded: "Captain, why don't we wait a few more days and wait until we can thoroughly find out their background before launching an attack!"

Fang waved his hand and said with great conscience: "Don't wait, act tonight. If you wait any longer, they will probably escape with gold and silver wealth. What secret training is to ignite torches in the castle, they are all making a fool of themselves. In fact, these nobles are more afraid than anyone else in their hearts."

The short thief thought Fangya was right, but he still said with concern: "Otherwise, I'll send someone to the near the castle to check..."

Before he could finish his words, Fangya waved his hand and interrupted, "They are just bluffing. We have seen less of this childish trick in the past few years? It's just a dream to trick us into being deceived and delay his time to escape!"
Chapter completed!