So I'm a sheep.

"A bunch of cowards, they don't know their own limitations."

Volume 1: Chapter 648 The Substitute

"If he really captures the Earl's mansion and leaves the city safely, will you keep your promise?"

Outside the city gate, the third brother suddenly asked the chief a question.

The chances are very slim.

The chieftain slowly said, "The Elven Royal Court trained an unspecified number of outstanding archers for Count Bambe, according to the standards of the Silver Moon Guard."

"At this critical moment of life and death, he will probably no longer hide anything."

Those archers should not be used lightly; they bear too many elven marks, and anyone with discerning eyes can tell something is amiss.

If word were to leak out even slightly, the fact that Count Bambe was colluding with foreign tribes would be confirmed.

This is what Charles VII fears most, because if he does, the entire kingdom will be powerless against him.

Therefore, when Count Bambe was furious, he only sent out cavalry, keeping his powerful archer force in reserve.

But now, he probably can't care about anything anymore.

"Training standards are one thing, but if Count Bambe's archers have even a third of the true Silver Moon Guard, we should be grateful."

For some reason, the third brother became somewhat persistent: "Even the slimmest chance isn't zero. What if he really did get out of the city safely?"

The leader glanced helplessly at the third brother and said, "If a miracle occurs, then I will naturally keep my promise."

"However, even if we don't take action, he will most likely run into His Majesty's bandit suppression army along the way, and in the end, he will still be doomed."

After saying that, the leader prepared to offer words of comfort.

However......

The third brother nodded and that was it; he didn't seem angry at all.

What's the situation?

Wasn't the third brother moved by compassion and wanted to ensure that person's safety?

Following this line of reasoning, she should be furious by now.

'You guessed wrong? That's not it. Why did she ask me that in an accusatory tone before?'

'...'

A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

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The city gates slowly opened, and a man's head was the first thing thrown out.

Unfortunately, the second-in-command failed to carve out a future for himself.

A hundred or so wounded guards emerged, carrying wooden shields, followed by fewer than twenty archers.

The militiamen who had the courage to kill the bandits... well, the civilians, they were all hacked to death by the ruthless bandits.

Those left trembling in the city at this moment were a flock of sheep awaiting their fate.

Count Bambe looked ashen; he was the last to appear.

Although they won the previous battle, it was a Pyrrhic victory. Now that there are only so few people left, they probably won't be enough for the leader to kill alone.

"You've won, but it won't end well!"

Staring at the leader, the Earl roared, "Even a knife will rust and become dull one day. When you're no longer an eyesore and useless, that's when it's time for you to disappear!"

That's true, a perfectly valid but ultimately meaningless statement.

"kill!"

"volley!"

Both sides attacked simultaneously, and the man and two women who charged at the front were chosen as targets by most of the archers.

The chieftain swept his spear, knocking all the arrows aimed at him to the ground.

The third sister displayed superb horsemanship, maneuvering on horseback without being hit by a single arrow.

The other girl was clearly much less skilled; she hadn't swung her sword a few times before she suddenly fell off her horse.

An arrow through the throat!

The archers trained by the elves for Lord Bamberg were indeed exceptionally skilled.

However, that's about all they can achieve.

Fourteen skilled warriors easily tore through the guards' defenses, slaughtered seventeen archers, and then the chief personally beheaded Count Bambe with his sword.

The killing ended quickly, and the victors did not choose to go into the city to celebrate, but instead silently gazed into the distance.

By this time, the sky was beginning to lighten, and they saw the Kingdom's anti-bandit army rushing towards them.

"Let's go, take a good rest, and wait for the higher-ups to assign us tasks."

The fourteen bandits swaggered away, and the army that came to rescue Banbei City made no attempt to give chase.

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Daylight broke, and by now the anti-bandit army should be cleaning up the mess in Banbei.

As Sasha led Doudou down the mountain, she recalled what had happened the day before yesterday.

That day, after all the village bandits had gotten drunk, the village chief suddenly woke him up in the middle of the night and confessed everything.

Just as she had guessed, the leaders were His Majesty the King's men, and were tasked with maintaining the stability of the country.

Of course, that's a euphemistic way of putting it; in reality, it just means doing the dirty work.

The reason we're keeping an eye on Count Bambe is because this guy is ambitious and colludes with foreign tribes, harboring treacherous intentions!

"Why doesn't His Majesty eliminate him openly and fairly?"

She expressed her doubts at the time, saying that colluding with foreign tribes seemed to be a serious crime. Wouldn't it be more satisfying to announce Count Bambe's crime to the world and then send troops to suppress him?

Why go through all this trouble and make things so complicated?

"The conflict between the kingdom and the dwarves is not over yet; it's best not to provoke the even more troublesome elves."

“If we leave Earl Bambe to do nothing, His Majesty will not be able to swallow this anger, so we have no choice but to take action.”

We cannot eliminate Count Bambe on charges of 'colluding with foreign tribes,' as that would irritate the elves' sensitive nerves.

There is no problem with any other method.

"So how are you going to handle this?"

If a dignified earl were to die at the hands of bandits, His Majesty the King could not simply turn a blind eye, could he?

"Simple, the vicious bandits will eventually be wiped out by the Kingdom's army."

After finishing his sentence, the leader asked seriously, "Do you want to join us and fight to protect the peace of the kingdom?"

Of course I don't want to!

Shaking his head, just as he was becoming wary, the chief tossed him a large bag of gold.

"Then hurry up and leave. I've already arranged for someone to replace you."

"Remember my great kindness; you'll have to repay it someday!"

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Secretly taking soybeans, they slipped out of the village. Outside the village, the third sister displayed her true secret skill—face-pinching!

A girl who originally only resembled her by three points was made to look six points like her by her third sister's kneading and rubbing of her face.

"Let's hide on a nearby hill first, and set off again the day after tomorrow morning."

"Change your clothes. Don't still be dressed like the Forty Thieves."

After a brief farewell to her third sister, she rode off on her steed towards freedom.

'...'

'I wonder what kind of tricky request the boss will make next time he comes to me.'

'If I travel all over the world, how will he find me?'

After a moment of silence, Sasha shook her head and smiled.

Why think so much? It's autumn now, the weather is beautiful, it's the perfect time to go home!

Volume 1: Chapter 649 She's Grown Up

Riding on the soybean, the girl returned to her familiar town with high spirits.

I knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Ah, it's still early. Teacher Aman should still be whiling away the time at the Baron's mansion, and my sister is probably helping out at the tailor shop.

Sasha was about to go find them when a strange feeling of...timidity arose in her heart.

I've been away for a few years now. Is Teacher Aman still in good health?

I wonder if my sister's work is going well.

Will they blame me for not coming back to visit even once in so long? Surely I didn't suddenly move away!

Having spent several years in a bandit's den, the girl is now definitely ruthless and decisive.

But once I get home, I become hesitant about what to do.

'Since none of them are back, let's go check on Dad first.'

When Sasha arrived at the cemetery outside the town, she discovered that her parents' graves had been merged.

After cleaning up the area around the cemetery, the girl respectfully bowed several times.

"Er Ya has come to see you. I'm so sorry it took you so long to get here."

'My daughter is doing well, really well!'