Night Crow Master

TOVA knew very well that he knew the identity of his family, the leader.

Or... Serfs.

The whole kingdom experienced war a hundred years ago. Not only did the royal family and local aristocrats exchange blood, but most of the leaders also fell from free people to serfs during the war. The vast majority of people in a territory are like this, and he is no exception.

Fortunately, he was strong enough to become one of the bodyguards of Lord Claudio, who was Baron at that time, twenty years ago, and then followed each other until he became a viscount.

Not long ago, the Viscount's territory was under attack.

It was for this reason that poor TOVA was ordered to take master Yat and leave.

TOVA thought so, but he could not help thinking again when he looked at Yat's "dull" look.

What if... What if the Viscount died?

Do you still get the reward for your family being pardoned as a free people?

TOVA shook his head, shaking the absurd idea out of his mind and returned to his original smiling face. However, the hidden seeds have already taken root and sprouted.

at hearing the call, Yat regained his mind and thought of TOVA asking, "what's the matter?"

With that, he reached out his hand and grabbed a bluefinko.

However, TOVA withdrew his hand.

He didn't know why he took it back, perhaps because of the idea that flashed in his mind just now.

But he could not show any malice until he was sure that the Viscount had failed.

"TOVA?" Art looks at TOVA's movements with some doubts.

TOVA gave a dry smile and thought of a reason in a hurry: "it seems that it hasn't been cleaned. I'll wipe it."

Then he pulled the bag of fruit cloth, wiped it on the surface of the fruit, and handed it over.

Is it dirtier after wiping it?

Art rolled his eyes. Then he grabbed a fruit and lowered his head to eat it.

However, his heart, but also a cool.

Familiar with various medieval games, he has experience in many things.

In the past, it was just a game, and I didn't take it seriously. Now, seeing the dry smile on TOVA's face, I think of my present situation...

it's a little bad...

art is not a fool. When he just woke up, he was still a bit confused, but after he calmed down, he thought of all kinds of feelings.

Among several boss teams, he is generally the head of tactical decision-making. Although he is not very old, he is meticulous in all kinds of things.

One of the most important characteristics of thinking is that... Always prepare for the worst.

And now, what's the worst?

Tired? Hunger? thirsty? Or could it be a danger in the forest?

At the same time, Yat's brain is running at high speed, skimming the memory of "Yat" in his mind, while secretly observing TOVA's movements.

Where I am now... On the outskirts of tuwat forest, like other inaccessible areas, there are many ferocious creatures.

According to the size of the forest, there may even be powerful creatures equivalent to apocalyptic knights and formal witches.

Art, the original owner of the body, like other noble young masters, must receive basic education.

However, this Yat is a very active person, or rather a guy who doesn't like to learn much. He doesn't have much detailed memory about these things.

But just know.

The strength of this TOVA is just a relatively strong ordinary bodyguard, not a knight.

Not even the rank of the knight's attendants.

It's OK for TOVA to protect him from common thieves and refugees. As for those powerful creatures, don't even think about it. If you meet them, it's a word, death.

Now, worse.

If the news of the failure of his physical father, viscount Claudio, came, it was likely that TOVA would turn from a protector to an enemy.

If TOVA had a conscience, he might continue to be protected or let go. If his conscience was a little less...

transposition thinking, rather than escorting a no longer useful Viscount's successor and leading to his own pursuit and family's persecution, Yat was more willing to tie up the Viscount's successor and send him back to the unknown In the hands of the winners.

"Hoo -" Yat took a deep breath. He knew that at this time, he should find a way to separate from TOVA and escape by himself.

No matter what the result is, he is not willing to put his life on the scale to see whether the conscience of others on the other end is heavy enough.

Without revealing anything, art learned the wayward gesture in his memory and said, "TOVA, it's too bad to eat. I think at least one white bread is enough for me."The implication, of course, was clear to TOVA, who asked him to buy white bread.

After a few days is not necessarily dead or alive, still thinking about white bread?

In the heart of TOVA, the irreverence grew wildly in a few minutes, but it did not exceed the deep memory of being ruled by the aristocracy.

He hesitated for a moment and bowed: "OK, my young master, you hide first, I'll go to the town to have a look...

" OK. " There was a smile on art's face, and no one could see what he was thinking.

As TOVA turned and was about to leave, he heard Yat's voice again: "wait, TOVA, wait a minute."

"What's the matter? My young master TOVA turned, a little agitated.

"Let's put those two bluefinches here." Said Yat, with a pretentious reserve, just like those noble children.

"OK." The restlessness and boredom in his heart grew more and more. TOVA put the coarse cloth on the ground together with the bluefinko, and then left.

"Art's eyes narrowed. After seeing the other party's figure completely disappear in his vision, he took a look at the bluefingo on the ground, grabbed one in each hand, and left the place.

An hour later, TOVA returned to his appointed place.

But it was not white bread, not even black bread, but only three attendants.

As for identity? Not, of course, the servants of viscount clausedo.

"Hey, TOVA." The man, who looked like the captain's servant, put his hand on TOVA's shoulder. "Where's that young master?"

There was a smile on the captain's face, but there was no kindness in the smile.

"He was here just now!" A thin sweat appeared on TOVA's forehead. "I told him to wait here!"

"Is it?" The captain said with a sneer, "if you can't find anyone, you can go back with me."

"Ken, sure you can find it!" TOVA's body trembled. He knew that this "going back" was not the same as what he had imagined.

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TOVA knew very well that he knew the identity of his family, the leader.

Or... Serfs.

The whole kingdom experienced war a hundred years ago. Not only did the royal family and local aristocrats exchange blood, but most of the leaders also fell from free people to serfs during the war. The vast majority of people in a territory are like this, and he is no exception.

Fortunately, he was strong enough to become one of the bodyguards of Lord Claudio, who was Baron at that time, twenty years ago, and then followed each other until he became a viscount.

Not long ago, the Viscount's territory was under attack.

It was for this reason that poor TOVA was ordered to take master Yat and leave.

TOVA thought so, but he could not help thinking again when he looked at Yat's "dull" look.

What if... What if the Viscount died?

Do you still get the reward for your family being pardoned as a free people?

TOVA shook his head, shaking the absurd idea out of his mind and returned to his original smiling face. However, the hidden seeds have already taken root and sprouted.

at hearing the call, Yat regained his mind and thought of TOVA asking, "what's the matter?"

With that, he reached out his hand and grabbed a bluefinko.

However, TOVA withdrew his hand.

He didn't know why he took it back, perhaps because of the idea that flashed in his mind just now.

But he could not show any malice until he was sure that the Viscount had failed.

"TOVA?" Art looks at TOVA's movements with some doubts.

TOVA gave a dry smile and thought of a reason in a hurry: "it seems that it hasn't been cleaned. I'll wipe it."

Then he pulled the bag of fruit cloth, wiped it on the surface of the fruit, and handed it over.

Is it dirtier after wiping it?

Art rolled his eyes. Then he grabbed a fruit and lowered his head to eat it.

However, his heart, but also a cool.

Familiar with various medieval games, he has experience in many things.

In the past, it was just a game, and I didn't take it seriously. Now, seeing the dry smile on TOVA's face, I think of my present situation...

it's a little bad...

art is not a fool. When he just woke up, he was still a bit confused, but after he calmed down, he thought of all kinds of feelings.

Among several boss teams, he is generally the head of tactical decision-making. Although he is not very old, he is meticulous in all kinds of things.

One of the most important characteristics of thinking is that... Always prepare for the worst.

And now, what's the worst?

Tired? Hunger? thirsty? Or could it be a danger in the forest?

At the same time, Yat's brain is running at high speed, skimming the memory of "Yat" in his mind, while secretly observing TOVA's movements.

Where I am now... On the outskirts of tuwat forest, like other inaccessible areas, there are many ferocious creatures.

According to the size of the forest, there may even be powerful creatures equivalent to apocalyptic knights and formal witches.

Art, the original owner of the body, like other noble young masters, must receive basic education.

However, this Yat is a very active person, or rather a guy who doesn't like to learn much. He doesn't have much detailed memory about these things.

But just know.

The strength of this TOVA is just a relatively strong ordinary bodyguard, not a knight.

Not even the rank of the knight's attendants.

It's OK for TOVA to protect him from common thieves and refugees. As for those powerful creatures, don't even think about it. If you meet them, it's a word, death.

Now, worse.

If the news of the failure of his physical father, viscount Claudio, came, it was likely that TOVA would turn from a protector to an enemy.

If TOVA had a conscience, he might continue to be protected or let go. If his conscience was a little less...

transposition thinking, rather than escorting a no longer useful Viscount's successor and leading to his own pursuit and family's persecution, Yat was more willing to tie up the Viscount's successor and send him back to the unknown In the hands of the winners.

"Hoo -" Yat took a deep breath. He knew that at this time, he should find a way to separate from TOVA and escape by himself.

No matter what the result is, he is not willing to put his life on the scale to see whether the conscience of others on the other end is heavy enough.

Without revealing anything, art learned the wayward gesture in his memory and said, "TOVA, it's too bad to eat. I think at least one white bread is enough for me."The implication, of course, was clear to TOVA, who asked him to buy white bread.

After a few days is not necessarily dead or alive, still thinking about white bread?

In the heart of TOVA, the irreverence grew wildly in a few minutes, but it did not exceed the deep memory of being ruled by the aristocracy.

He hesitated for a moment and bowed: "OK, my young master, you hide first, I'll go to the town to have a look...

" OK. " There was a smile on art's face, and no one could see what he was thinking.

As TOVA turned and was about to leave, he heard Yat's voice again: "wait, TOVA, wait a minute."

"What's the matter? My young master TOVA turned, a little agitated.

"Let's put those two bluefinches here." Said Yat, with a pretentious reserve, just like those noble children.

"OK." The restlessness and boredom in his heart grew more and more. TOVA put the coarse cloth on the ground together with the bluefinko, and then left.

"Art's eyes narrowed. After seeing the other party's figure completely disappear in his vision, he took a look at the bluefingo on the ground, grabbed one in each hand, and left the place.

An hour later, TOVA returned to his appointed place.

But it was not white bread, not even black bread, but only three attendants.

As for identity? Not, of course, the servants of viscount clausedo.

"Hey, TOVA." The man, who looked like the captain's servant, put his hand on TOVA's shoulder. "Where's that young master?"

There was a smile on the captain's face, but there was no kindness in the smile.

"He was here just now!" A thin sweat appeared on TOVA's forehead. "I told him to wait here!"

"Is it?" The captain said with a sneer, "if you can't find anyone, you can go back with me."

"Ken, sure you can find it!" TOVA's body trembled. He knew that this "going back" was not the same as what he had imagined.

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