March 25, 0001.

Middle Ages.

Akerry Village.

To the northeast, somewhere on the top of a mountain.

Facing the only passage between Akerli Village and the outside world, a straw shed is built with rattan, wheat poles, leaves, and several branches protruding from trees.

This building, which is very simple even in the Middle Ages, is an important part of the early warning system of Akerli village: Lighting Yanshan.

Of course, such a key building must be on duty throughout the year.

Staying away from the center of the village, hanging alone in the wilderness, and being on the front line of conflict, in terms of work environment and responsibilities, on-site lights of smoke mountains is a dangerous job.

When Akerry Village was just established, it was indeed the case. Almost every year, when the surrounding lords and military organizations were harvested by the surrounding lords, the widow-making rate was extremely high. At that time, the guy assigned to the Smoke Mountain was avoided by everyone when he walked on the road to avoid bad luck.

As time goes by, the surrounding villages are successively included in the effective ruling of Fort Akford, the benefits of being in the hinterland gradually become prominent. The military key to preventing enemy invasions gradually evolve into public security posts for guarding against small thieves. High-risk posts that were originally avoided by everyone, and under the benefits of exempting all other labor, they gradually evolve into hot spots for villagers to compete for.

Hammetton, a freelance resident, has always been in a good mood to get such a position.

Until a few days ago.

A few days ago, another freeminant guard who was on duty with Hammytown, who had been with Muir for more than half a year, was suddenly replaced by a servant in the village and brought back to the village.

This is nothing. No one dares to hope to be able to do such a popular errand in Yanshan for the rest of his life.

The trouble is that after Muer returned to the village, the new duty officer who came over to take over was actually a little over ten years old!

This is a headache!

What can a ten-year-old guy do?

Can you carry a wooden stick and an iron spear? Can you drive away thieves and bandits?

Well, these ethereal real responsibilities that may not necessarily be encountered in several years, Hammyton actually doesn't care.

But the problem is that in addition to the early warning responsibilities, the guards of the Smoke Mountain also have many chores, or the work that Hammyton really cares about.

In order to maintain a good view and reduce accidental false alarms, the area around Lighting Mountain is the only area where the men acquiesced to capture animals and cut down trees. With these two default benefits, families on duty in Lighting Mountain basically do not need to worry about firewood anymore. Every time the moon is full, oil flowers can appear once or twice in the children's wooden bowls.

But this benefit is not applicable to cashing out when you are with a ten-year-old guy.

Due to overdevelopment, whether it is cutting firewood or catching meat, the on-duty persons have to go far before they can start doing their own private work. When they are with old adults, they can take turns to make profits, but if they take turns to a ten-year-old guy, they can take turns to make money.

Just kidding, who dares to put the job of lighting smoke and reporting signals on young and inexperienced ten-year-old children? Don’t you think you have to take fewer sticks?

"Uncle Hammyton, there seems to be something at the foot of the mountain."

While Hammeton was sighing slightly, the little guy suddenly spoke more than ten steps behind him.

"I'm watching to pull the weeds well!"

Hammyton didn't even look back.

Since in a short period of time, there was no hope of chopping wood and catching meat, Hamilton had to lead the little guy to take good care of planting next to the straw shed, a small piece on the left, a small piece on the right, a ridge on the slope, a tug of rock cracks, and a total of two boolean-sized fruits and peas.

This is a planting land that has been opened up by previous duty officers for decades.

Thinking of this, Hammyton was angry again. Before Moore returned to the village, he had already called the whole family to harvest his own portion overnight. The rest of the portion he had to sell most of his strength. He would not have to share the same amount with the ten-year-old guy in a while!

The most infuriating thing is that Hammyton had to give it to.

Who made this little guy have a sister?

Who made this little guy's sister's fiancé Idra?

Who made this little guy's sister's fiancé's younger brother be Mr. Los?

If you have such a guy, even a ten-year-old child, can you not distinguish? Do you dare not distinguish?

"Uncle Hammyton, there is really something at the foot of the mountain." When Hammyton was feeling sad, the little guy started calling again.

"Okay, OK, Eli, if you're too tired, you'll take a break first." Hammedon sighed.

Because of his resentment and the time for heavy work, Hammetton woke up the little guy before dawn every day, racing against time to work in the planting ground.

Although the little guy didn't have any direct complaints and seemed to feel quite fresh, due to the natural gap between age and body, Eli still couldn't bear it and always looked for reasons to stop. Hammetton didn't dare to force him too much. He always sighed and left some rest time for Eli.

However, this time Hammeeton made a wrong judgment. After allowing rest, Little Eli still did not calm down: "Uncle Hammeeton, look, someone is really here!"

"Hey, Eli, you" said Hammyton straightened up and looked at Eckery Passage: "Ah, someone is coming, hurry up, light a cigarette!"

"OK!"

"Wrong! Wrong! That's the cigarette with the number of people on the finger! That's the cigarette with weapons! Light the slant tree and walk away, I'll do it!"

After a rush, for about half a minute, a straight blue smoke rose up in the mountains.

The two stopped working, held the torches tightly, staring at the entrance of the passage and the figures climbing in the forest.

Eli suddenly grabbed Hammedon's arm with force: "Pamela! It seems to be Pamela! Uncle Hammedon, look! Is it Uncle Pamela back?!"

"Um" Hammyton looked at it for more than ten seconds, and the torch in his hand quietly hung down: "It seems that Pamela is indeed back."

Twenty minutes later, Pamela climbed up the hill.

"Pamela" greeted from a distance, and Hammyton was a little surprised: "Hey, you're fat!"

"It's okay." Pamela smiled and waved her hand and said directly: "Hammetton, Mr. Los's team is about to come in. Don't rush to light three cigarettes later."

"Pamela, you've been in vain!" Hammedon nodded with a smile: "I know Mr. Loss has caught a bunch of poor worms on the road."

"Poor? Are you talking about the thief on the road?"

"Yes."

"Huh, how do you know?"

"A few days ago, the castle's messenger came over, and the manager also read me the letter from His Excellency Baron."

"Oh, that's it." Pamela nodded first, then shook her head: "Then I haven't worked hard in vain, you still have to take a good look."

"What do you see?"

"I'll know later"

As he said that, Pamela walked dozens of steps away from the straw shed and lit another wisp of blue smoke dedicated to conveying information to the direction of the channel.

About two minutes later, in the direction of the passage, the corner where Pamela appeared, turned out a long line.

Walking in the front, carrying an iron spear, the figure looks familiar.

"Abvell, Dean" Hammyton recognized it at a glance: "Ha, these two guys are very energetic."

Pamela nodded.

Next were one after another, one after another, carrying wooden barrels, firewood, beds, and tools.

"This is the poor man Loss caught? There are so many."

Pamela nodded.

Next, two figures of strong bodies appeared around the corner, carrying iron spears, wearing leather armor.

"This is the guard sent by the Baron Master to Mr. Grace? It's so majestic."

Pamela nodded again.

After the guards of Fort Akford, one after another appeared, one after another, one without any clothes and a small bag.

"Huh, why are there still?" Hammeton frowned: "Didn't the thief pass? Why are there still? Are they divided into two halves? No! I've surpassed my fingers and toes just now!"

"Ha, haven't you heard of the faith?"

Pamela smiled: "This is Mr. Playa's teacher, Mr. Talma, and his childhood companion, Mr. Lohalin, gave Mr. Ross the serf to Mr. Loss, and this is only part of what I just arrived."

While speaking, all the serfs from the parish had walked out. Two strong figures in leather armor appeared again at the corner.

"Why are there any guards?"

Hammyton rubbed his eyes and looked forward: "That's right, there were already guards just now, why are there still?"

"The guards sent to Master Grace just now, who were sent to Fort Akford to Master Idra, are now the guards sent to Fort Collin in the parish."

"Master Iidra?"
Chapter completed!