Chapter 114 Conflict

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"Where did she get the white bread?" Locke asked Lafite next to him curiously.

Rafi blushed and explained, "Of course it was given by Henry's merchant."

Locke didn't believe it, white bread could only be eaten on the first floor of the squadron commander, so Henry was barely on the same level as himself, where would he get the extra white bread for others. Mostly where Rafi and Christine did it themselves.

Because of the cultivation of vindictiveness, Lafite is not sure how much stronger than Henry's guards, his hands and feet should be clean, and he should steal some things. Henry should not want to know.

Thinking that Henry suddenly found himself missing a loaf of white bread at lunch, Locke wanted to laugh.

Can't blame Rafi for taking Kristin bad either. Including Grace, the three daughters used to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas in the Marquis' Mansion, but suddenly they could only eat wheat cakes and the like, who could stand it, and only white bread, so the three daughters could only talk a little bit.

Since there are only women and children in this family, then the safety of Grace's three daughters, Locke, is relieved, and after explaining it, Locke backs out.

There is a shack next to it, and there should be people living in the shack, but there was no one at this time. The messy pots and pans showed that the owner was in a hurry.

Just leave the horse here. Locke went to bring the three women's horses. These horses were transferred from the cavalry squadron by Locke. The lives of the horses are more precious than the soldiers. If these horses are lost, Locke, as the transferee, will also pay the baron a lot of compensation. .

Tie the horse's rope, Locke turned to leave.

"Who are you! Why are you here?" Miller looked in horror at the man in Faustain's uniform in front of him. From the man's fully armed armor and the bright sword around his waist, Miller saw that this was at least an officer. .

Aren't the Faustins still in the west? Why is it at his door? Miller turned abruptly to look at his door. The broken door seemed to tell Miller what happened not long ago.

"You guy!" As if thinking of something bad, Miller roared and rushed towards Locke.

Locke looked at this guy who suddenly appeared in confusion. Although Miller participated in the defense of the city for a week, he was only a civilian, and the attack was full of flaws, which made Locke not interested in wasting time with him.

Just like kicking the wooden door, Locke turned a dashing 180-degree angle and kicked Miller's waist straight, "Bang!" Miller flew sideways. After landing, his hands tightly covered the waist and abdomen kicked by Locke, and there was no movement for a long time.

Although he didn't use Dou Qi, ordinary people really couldn't handle Locke's kick. In fact, Locke only used a third of his strength.

"Drink!" Suddenly, a figure rushed over and hugged Locke. This man was taller than Locke, about 1.8 meters. The funny thing was that after hugging Locke, the big man wanted to lift Locke and then Throw it out, but Locke didn't move a single step for a long time, instead the big man was stuck there.

"Hmph, there are only brute force idiots." Locke smiled contemptuously, raised his right foot, and kicked the man's left leg. The man stumbled, and then Locke threw a beautiful back. The man followed Miller and was beaten by Locke. tossed aside.

This time, Locke gave up his strength, and after the "humming" man landed on his back, a stream of blood spurted out, mixed with some broken internal organs.

"Aoun!" Miller shouted at the fallen man.

"Brush." ​​Locke drew out his long sword, ready to end the two unexpected guests.

The clothes Miller and Aoun wore were not uncommon and killed by Locke over the years. Two charlottes, Locke thought.

Locke, who is a low-level servant, cannot be resisted by two ordinary soldiers, and they are not soldiers, they can only be said to be two ordinary adult men.

The moment she raised the long sword and was about to swing it down, the Charlo woman she met in the wooden house ran out, "Don't!"

After running out, he knelt in front of Locke, kept kowtowing and crying, "Please, don't kill him!" The woman wearing a rag patch looked so weak and helpless at this time.

Not only this woman, but even her two children ran out crying, shouting "Dad" to one of the fallen Charlois soldiers.

Locke understood at this moment.

"Spare their lives." Grace came out at some point.

"I need a reason," Locke said.

Grace was speechless.

Locke is not as hostile to the Sherlocks as other Faustin soldiers. But this is divided, only women and children can get the mercy of Locke.

Locke has never been soft-handed towards the Charlo soldiers, and the soft-handed Faustain soldiers will not live now.

"I beg you!" The Charlo woman beside her was still kowtowing and begging, blood was already splattered on her forehead.

"Betty!" Miller on the ground saw his suddenly appearing wife, there was no pain at this moment, only a sense of joy. "Betty, you're fine!" The waist and abdomen still hurt badly, but Miller still struggled to climb to Betty's side, hugging his wife and two children.

Seeing this scene, Locke was a little helpless. The long sword he was holding did not fall.

"Dad brought you something delicious." Despite the pain in his body, Miller took out two small pieces of jerky and a piece of wheat cake from his chest.

The jerky and wheat cakes had been smashed into pieces when they landed just now, but Miller insisted on feeding them to the two children. He knew that his children, including his wife, probably hadn't eaten for more than a day.

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"You owe me a life!" Locke put down these words and turned to leave. The Charlo civilians living in the surrounding houses were obviously attracted by what happened here. They opened the windows one by one and looked at them secretly. Locke didn't want to expose the three girls of Grace.

Grace obviously understood what Locke meant, "Go back quickly, he won't embarrass you anymore." Grace said to Betty.

Betty nodded quickly, got up and helped Miller to go home.

"And him." Miller pointed to Ornn, who had fallen to the ground, to his wife.

Betty said she knew, and after helping Miller back, she came out and dragged Aoun, who was unconscious, into the house.

Looking at all this happened, Grace shook her head. This is the sorrow of the little people, the price that the defeated should bear.

Miller knew why the Faustin officer said they owed him his life. He thought that he and Aoun were the end of death. Not only because of the collision with Locke, but also because of the skin he and Aoun were wearing.

Since they are Charlo soldiers, they and Locke are opposites. During this week's battle of defending the city, although Miller mostly stabbed down with a spear, or carried boulders and logs and threw them down, he also injured a lot of Faustain soldiers.

Miller wasn't even sure if he had already killed a few Faustin soldiers on his hands.

At this time, it was Locke who killed him, and he felt normal.

"It seems that the Faustans are not as savage and terrifying as they imagined," Miller murmured. "Hey~" His child was still kicking around in his arms, and just touched the wound injured by Locke's kick. "Bob, do you want to kill Dad?" Miller pinched his son's cheek.

Bob grinned, a white crumb showing between his teeth. After Miller noticed it, he turned and secretly looked at the three Graces who were standing on the other side of his house.

Seeming to catch Miller's gaze, Grace explained with a smile, "We're only going to stay for one night."

The house was originally small, and now there are eight people in it, and there really is no place to stand except where to stand. Betty looked at her husband's wound carefully, the two children were playing around, Aoun was lying on the side, and the three daughters of Grace stood on the other side with the family, closest to the door.

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