Vol 4 Chapter 15: Mitchell

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"Contentment, if it weren't for the demon invasion and the assassination of Asa Constance, the Constance family might have died a hundred years ago." Shen Yan didn't want to talk about this topic any more. The more you know, the more you will feel about it It's so boring ... It makes people want to burn a little bit of blood.
Even if most people pretend that everything is normal, after all, there are still a small number of people who know what happened, like the hunting team that played in the past few days. Shandi and Shen Yan are wearing formal attire and are going to go to the crematorium to go to the crematorium for the cremation funeral of their comrades.
Yes, there is a crematorium here-the bronze fortress is too big to hold almost anything.
The two of them walked on the wall and found that the place where they were the army barracks yesterday has turned into a chaotic big market today.
"I remember this is the station of the Guards, they just left one day!"
This spontaneous market, from cargo carriages to merchandise stores, some even put a piece of cloth on the ground and started to put on merchandise to do business, selling a variety of things. Merchants are also buying all kinds of materials, and the comers refused, from the tip of the devil's claws to the weapons stolen from the barracks.
The soldiers exchanged money and got into a few colorful tents at the end of the market-there were no signs, but everyone knew what was there.
"Isn't the back door of the fortress locked? Where did these people come in?"
This scene is too ridiculous. Shen Yan wants to find out if there is a big wooden sign that says "There are XX days before the war".
"Through the bronze dwarves, they have their own channels. The dwarves know their fortresses, and the empire has little binding on them. Now the dwarves refuse to cooperate with the empire ... Legend has it that they built a secret road on both sides, but no one has found it."
"It seems that even the dwarves know not to be dragged into the water by the empire ... that no one cares?" Shen Yan pointed to a soldier who sold bows and arrows to hawkers for money.
"Ah ~ things have changed. Now everyone is closing their eyes. One hundred years of warfare has been different from that time. Moreover, nobles are standing behind these businesses." The war cannot be won by sacrifice alone. There are also countless interests exchanges and compromises.
"Also, what's the matter with those people below?" Shen Yan saw another group of "deserters" who were taken back, and the number was almost a thousand. When he was arrested, he saw the same number of "destroyer" when Shen Yan thought it was accumulated for a period of time. But now that we see another batch of "destroyer" arrested and continue to perform the trick of "Emperor's Amnesty" on the square, I know there must be something wrong with my guess.
"In fact, like them, they all went to the bronze fortress to make a fortune." Shandi pointed at the merchant in the market with a wry smile. "But those who are outside can't afford the entrance fee. The empire also opened to them. With one eye closed and one eye closed, I did n’t expect them to know what was going on. They actually killed the soldiers who were robbing the singles to grab equipment! Therefore, under stricter orders, all the captured ones were sent to the front. "
Shen Yan shook his head.
The Constance family, originally known, is an image of a legendary hero who is passionate and heroic; however, as more and more information is learned, the privileged family, the gods family, the monopoly family, etc., let the name It gradually became less glorious; after knowing the trades, compromises, interests, and other disputes surrounding the fortress, Shen Yan had no feeling-the name Constance also became gray in his heart. .

"You really are ..." Mitchell said excitedly, seeing the root rooted in the Shen Yan artery and the skin that had penetrated the wrist to stretch the branches, but then stopped abruptly. However, this half sentence has already revealed enough information to Shen Yan-Mitchell is indeed related to Laurel!
I just don't know whether it is the elf guard he trained or a colleague of "Light of Order".
In that scene that took place in the city, Laurel and a legendary mage jointly assassinated the woman in the city. There were two times before and after Laurel, forcing the lady to use weapons: one was the mortal magic arrow made by Laurel with extremely evil methods; the other was the root that grew on his wrist, watered with his blood, and grew into The "soul arrow" of the trainer's communication.
This shows the power of these two kinds of archery ... this is also the archery that Shen Yan has not yet mastered, or even can't even figure out the clue.
And Shen Yan learned from Laurel's memory that both of these can be called the unique archery he invented. But to a certain extent, "soul arrow" is the highest skill of laurel-he never specified what purpose this kind of archery is used for, in other words, because "soul arrow" can be used for any purpose .
It's just that the materials used to make these two arrows are difficult to find, one that requires strong bones full of resentment, and the other that requires the seeds of elven ancient trees. Shen Yan is not interested in the first kind, but is stunned in the second kind ... The multiverse is so big, where do you ask me to find some kind of ancient tree seed?
Looking at Mitchell's excited eyes, Shen Yan quickly pointed to the cremation ceremony, indicating that it is inconvenient now, to find an opportunity to discuss in detail-in fact, he needs time to consider what to say, I have a little relationship with Master Laurel's death ……and many more! Laurel was killed by Ms. Huancheng, what is my guilty conscience?
Penny: "Cough ~ do you think about it again?"
"Right, and Penny! You said I would hand you over in a while, wouldn't it be okay?"
Penny: "..."
I miss the days with ladies now. "Yueyuejing" means "you can only be quiet when you are quiet." Now I am talking to this person who wants to strangle to live a life, it is not good at all!
Mitchell nodded at him, put his hands in a position where others could not see, and made a set of extremely complex sign language with left and right.
"Seven o'clock in the evening ... the fourth military area ... the second door to the left of the entrance ... is not missing. Received!" Shen Yan interpreted the meaning of those sign language softly, and responded subconsciously and skillfully. I regret it, because the method was invented by Laurel, the tactical sign language used by the demon archers he trained to communicate with each other.
This time, the explanation is becoming increasingly unclear ... Just like the possession of Laurel, he unconsciously interpreted it and responded skillfully.
"Okay, now think about how to edit to get through."

When night fell, Shen Yan quietly left the tent on the western wall and dived toward the fourth military area. A few patrols were avoided along the way, but it was not difficult. All the measures in the fortress were made against the devil.
"The first ... the second door." Shen Yan found exactly where Mitchell said.
Strangely, Mitchell did not wait at the door at the agreed time. This is a bit strange.
Shen Yan pressed his hand against the door and gently pushed it, and the door opened a few centimeters backwards ... even without a lock? Well, it's getting stranger! I heard that the elves are two-way ... But thinking about his face, Shen Yan has a little more confidence in the world.
Impossible, huh ~ He can take care of such a face, then he can also face the wall directly!
Shen Yan finally convinced himself and walked in boldly. There was a dark paint inside the house, and the elves could not see anything, but they did not feel any danger. On the contrary, there is ... a slight taste of fat powder.
"How is this going."
Just when Shen Yan wanted to turn around and leave, a pair of arms suddenly hugged him from behind.
"Stop talking, dear."

PS: It's a little late, and the third is more.