: The fifth story 001, roasted sweet potatoes

Three blood moons hang in the sky.
Under the silent night, everything has fallen into silence.
The dilapidated brick house and the distorted guiding street lamp seemed to be dead, slumped feebly.
Seabird Harbor
Here is a water port town in the Bucks Empire. It should be full of life and joy. Far away from the frontline wars, this town that doesn't even know what war is, there should only be happiness and joy.
but……
The ships docked in the port are all in flames, burning quietly...
"Qua—quack—"
The black scavengers stood on the roofless houses. Those red eyes scanned everything that happened in this harbor city. They have been waiting here since three days ago, waiting...
This end.
Lol
A man dressed as a villager was cut into his shoulder by a rust sword. The bones that protect the heart shattered one after another, and the whole person was unsurprisingly split into two, falling to the ground, convulsing.
The rust sword draws an arc under the blood-red moonlight. Then, the young man holding him raised his head and looked in front of him with cold eyes...
Corpse.
More than three thousand corpses covered all roads in the city.
"Gaia, it's all cleaned up. However, we also found a few remaining people."
Behind this young man, more than 30 people dressed in uniform came out again. One of the big guys with scars on his face grabbed the two children in each hand, took a big step, and placed them in front of Gaia.
"Look, what should I do?"
The four children hugged each other and looked at the handsome and handsome young man in front of him with terrified eyes, but his face was covered with blood. After staring at them silently for five minutes, the young man finally knelt in front of them on one knee and hugged a child...
"You are innocent. May your soul be forgiven by the goddess."
Stabbed...
The rust sword penetrates the atrium.
The splashing blood caused the scavengers on the roof to spread their wings and make the sound of "Qua"...

Third Age, 1185, Spring
After a great battle last year, the Bucks Empire immediately became the largest empire in the southeast of the Continent of Sadness, and it also entered the bottom of the four major empires on the mainland. The bravery and courage demonstrated by the stag fighters in this battle is beyond description. Many of the battles have fallen into the sight of many opera writers, intending to use another art form to express this battle. The tragic.
On January 1, the Bucks Empire officially announced the demise of the Black Dragon Empire, taking over all the territories occupied by the original Princess Garcia Dess, and nationalizing it. The whole country celebrated, and the territories were shocked one after another.
In February of the same year, the deployment of the empire's forces at various important military locations in the original Black Dragon was basically completed, and a large number of surrendered Black Dragon nobles were summoned to enter the capital for comfort, which was actually under house arrest. They have nothing to worry about all their lives, but they will never be able to hold military power again in their lifetime. The name of nobility will no longer be hereditary and abolished after their death. However, at the same time, many capable generals were absorbed and reorganized into new forces in the Bucks Empire.
In March, various small and medium-sized countries nearby sent envoys to congratulate them. Since the Bucks Empire in the southeast has become the leading country, there are of course countless vassals. At the end of the month, following the applications of many countries, the King of Bucks considered signing an alliance agreement to form a united empire headed by the Bucks, on an equal footing with the other three empires. Of course, there is no shortage of these countries to investigate the situation, considering whether the Bucks have reached the peak, things will be reversed, or are still growing.
And this March is also the story of the year, at the beginning...
The light suddenly appeared from the bushes.
The 5-year-old Bun is sitting on the roots of the dulan tree protruding from the grass, holding a roasted sweet potato in both hands, while gnawing, while constantly looking forward with those big emerald eyes. There, standing a boy with his upper body naked, his hands and feet bound by chains, and a black sword in his right hand.
In early spring, the morning dew in the bushes became more. The dew flicked with the branches of the dulan tree and fell from the air. When the dew is about to fall on the boy, the light will appear again.
"Woo... (chewing) woo... (continue chewing
Of the twenty drops of water that fell, eight were pierced through, and six fell beside the idiot. The other six drops lightly fell on his hair, shoulders, and arms.
The third of the six swords, Xia Lan. It seems that there is still some time from training.
"……………………call……………………"
A mass of exhale, exhale from the corner of the idiot's mouth. The white smoke drifted in the cold air in the early morning. He looked at Dimie in his hand, Dimie was also looking at him. After looking at each other for a while, Dim Mie just let out a sneer and closed his eyes.
Huh.
The dagger returned to the chain, the idiot raised his head, akimbo, and took a deep breath again. Seeing this scene, the small bread on the side immediately jumped from the root of the tree, clutching a towel in one hand, and ran toward the idiot.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (chewing)
The little girl's face was covered with sweet potato mud, and her hand holding the towel was not very clean. The towel passed over was naturally also very bad, and it was covered with yellow sweet potato. The idiot looked at her, the girl raised her head, tiptoe, and kept handing over towels, still grinning and smiling without worry.
The idiot shook his head, took the towel, and squatted down in front of her, holding this girl in turn and wiping her face. Little Bread was a little bit resistant to the idiot's act of wiping her face. She twisted her head and tried to chew on the sweet potato in her hand, but after all, her strength was still too small, and she was twisted over and forced her big painted face. Wipe clean to count.
"Woo...silly beep~~!"
Calculating time, it is almost the same. The idiot took the bun and went up the tree along the rope ladder. After handling some debris, he went outside the gate and opened a handmade mailbox.
This mailbox was asked by Campa to hang it up after he returned from the Black Dragon Empire last year. Every Friday, there will be a fixed letter in it, stating his daily work until the next Friday. Compared to the past, most of these tasks are easier, and the time has been shortened from the usual 16 or 18 hours to about 10 hours a day. Compensation has also increased than before.
However, there are advantages, and of course there are disadvantages. The increase in remuneration and the increase in free time, in exchange for the food and daily necessities of Principal Campa, have been cut off. Idiots can no longer save money to buy fire dragon tongue without thinking about daily consumption as before.