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Carl and Surdak pushed the wooden door and came in from the outside, watching a group of children holding porridge and eating silently. When they were eating, they didn’t make a sound. They heard the footsteps at the gate of the courtyard and all the children looked out in order.


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This Surdak suddenly found that these children have characteristics that are not human, but they are not indigenous children either. They should be a group of half-elves, half-orcs or his eccentric characteristics, pointed ears, plush ears, two-color eyes and a kitten beard in his mouth. Every child’s situation is different, but with one exception, it can’t be regarded as pure blood human.
At the end of the wooden bench, Carl accidentally saw the little girl who picked up Taroko. I didn’t expect her to live in an orphanage.
The little girl obviously saw Carl at a glance. She was so excited that she jumped out of the stool but was caught by a big child beside her.
A guide unearthed at the door said quietly, "This kind of mixed-race child is not taken in the public orphanage in Wozhmala City. This kind of child is full of destructive character, and it takes great patience to communicate with them if they want to be sensible and obedient. Not every orphanage mother is willing to do so!"
Carl frowned and didn’t say anything. He knew that if this mixed-race child entered the kilometer orphanage, most taxpayers in Vozhmala would protest to the city governor that the city hall should not wave taxpayers’ money like this, because the parents of such children would not pay the tax official and they could not enjoy the benefits of ordinary citizens.
Generally speaking, these people are not as good as the poor, such as prostitutes, thieves, vagrants and so on, and these people are hard to have children themselves, so they are more likely to abandon their children
Carl asked the indigenous guide, "Is there an orphanage here?"
Before the indigenous guide could answer the question, the old mammy with a barrel bent over and slowly came over and said, "It can be regarded as a collection place, and they will come here only when there is no place to go."
Then she took a soft look at the bench children behind her and smiled and said, "They are all good children who don’t know how to express themselves."
Carl asked the old mammy, "Is there a half-elf archer who is very good at archery and an orphan who walked out from here?"
The old mammy heard that several people were looking for a half-elf archer, and her eyes flashed with fear and panic, and her hands were rough with her chest. She asked bitterly, "Are you looking for Samira? My poor child, what mistake did she make? Please forgive her. Everything she did was accepted here. "
She exonerated Samira without even asking her what she had done wrong. It seems that the half-elf archer was as bad as he said.
"Oh no!" When Carl straightened up, he immediately had an upright and trustworthy temperament, which can also be said to be a virtue of chivalry-Carl said to the old mammy, "She has been holding on to the Arrow Tower and fighting against the siege by hellhounds with us recently, and he is the best archer in our country, and he always gains the most among all people."
When the old mammy heard Carl say this, she asked doubtfully, "Are you sure she didn’t make any mistake? You haven’t lost anything important … such as property like Yinzhong? "
There seem to be a glimmer of relief in her cloudy eye.
"I’m pretty sure not!" Carl put his hand on his chest and two fingers just pressed the knight badge on his chest.
The old mammy excitedly raised her hand over her head and said, "Thank God, since you are Samira’s partner, please sit in Aiya and make a pot of tea for the guests!" "
She enthusiastically took three people and asked them to sit in the courtyard and said, "No wonder the children are clamoring to go to the edge of the wall to pick up the tarot fruit. Today, I was grounded and I was awkward. It turned out that they were picking up the fruit in the street behind Samira …"
When it comes to the half-elf archer, the old mammy has a soft look in her eyes, just like a kind grandmother proudly boasting about her favorite granddaughter.
Carl and Surdak look at each other and think that there is no need to tell the kind old mother about Samira’s recent situation. Half-elf archers will kill more hellhounds even if their arms are scrapped. Obviously, this income will earn more.
Surdak doesn’t know how long the half-elf archer will last when his arm is about to rot. He doesn’t advise the half-elf archer to overdraw his body, which will soon make the arm useless, and I’m afraid it will be difficult for him to afford the forest bow again.
Carl felt in his pocket and looked embarrassed. He had just spent all his savings to buy a set of magic pattern bags, which was cleaner than his face this time.
Surdak took out a gold coin from his purse and handed it to Carl.
Carl hey hey smiled and gave a’ thank you’ look, then stuffed the gold coin into the old mammy’s hand and told her not to tell Samira the news that they had been here.
With these words, the three talents slowly turned and walked out of the orphanage.
Until the three of them walked far away, the old mammy looked at the entrance of the orphanage from a distance …
Surdak felt that her body was shrouded in a light and holy light, and it was her own glow and fever that lit up this corner forgotten by kindness.
Chapter 435 Berserker Andrew
The setting sun shines on the roof of Vozhmara. This this beautiful city is set with a dazzling Phnom Penh.
Semi-elf archer Samira’s Arched Tower is warm and warm, and the wind blows her hair outside her hat pocket. She sighs gently from the bottom of her heart. These besieged dogs are both opportunities and sufferings. Before her suffering, her right arm suffered from dark injuries, and she had a few recurrences. All of them collapsed when she overdrawn, but they were not as serious as this one.
The last thing Samira wanted to see was the second or third hound among the vicious dogs in hell.
Tens of millions of hellhounds died in the siege, but there are always a few who are the strongest and luckiest to live on the battlefield. Their bodies have changed, and they have emerged as the king of the hellhound army on the battlefield.
This is not good news for the soldiers of the Green Empire.
The war headquarters specially arranged for these two hellhounds to turn into knights at their peak, and paid close attention to their movements. Two or three hellhounds actually had primary wisdom, and even if they refused to emerge from the hellhounds, there was nothing they could do.
Now there are fewer vicious dogs that can rush to Chengtou Hell than the previous two days, so Samira’s harvest is not as much as the previous two days.
Some hellhounds will stick out from the battlements and poke a blood hole and fall from the city head before they can climb. Some hellhounds will fall to death like this. The guards of the city wall should take advantage of the fighting to calm down a gap and pull the hellhound’s body to the city head with rope hooks, or they will be towed away by it later.
The military needs to count the number of hellhound heads, and the number of hellhound heads that can be distributed to archers is even more limited.
Samira dragged her tired body and hung only three vicious dog heads on her waist. Her right arm was tightly bandaged, but she still felt distressed inside. She could feel that her arm condition was getting worse and worse. She hesitated whether to go to the treatment room again and ask the knight in costume for holy light treatment, but she could take out one hellhound head at a time as a reward, which made her somewhat reluctant.
There is a long queue at the door of the treatment room with lights on. Now, I am willing to wait patiently. Almost all of them are Maca-level indigenous warriors guarding the treatment room. The knight in this treatment room is very special. His eyes are calm and sincere, and there will be no such deep-seated discrimination in his eyes because of his aboriginal or semi-elf ancestry. This "knight glory is above all else" Green Empire is still rare.
She took a sip of some dry lips and took out a water bag from her waist and drank water before she walked over.
The injured indigenous guard next to the platoon took the initiative to give way to Samira’s archery and meanness. No one wants to offend archers like her.
When I came to the door, I happened to see Surdak push the door and send out a guard who cured the injured.
He habitually took a look at the door, and sure enough, half-elf archers dressed in tattered leather armor were resting like ghosts outside, but today she had a little less head of hellhound.
Surdak asked her to sit on a wooden bed to check the collapse of her area. Her arm sighed lightly and said, "You can’t do this. How long do you expect these hellhounds to stay outside Vazhmara?"
The torch of the holy light was incandescent, and her arm almost wrapped her arm. Samira felt that the broken meridians and blood vessels in her arm were healing rapidly, and Samira pursed her lips and did not speak as usual.
Undaunted, Surdak said to her, "Are you going to chase these hellhounds into the dangerous jungle alone?"
It is true that she is waiting for such an opportunity. She wants to get into the Woods and maybe find more opportunities to make money.
She is a little worried that the number of these hellhound heads is simply too much. The warehouse of the logistics department is almost full of hellhound heads and eyes. These military awards are very problematic. Therefore, the military benefits of hellhound heads are also reduced and then reduced to the eyes. The cavalry can rush out from the main entrance to kill the hellhound outside the city. The hellhound heads are facing another devaluation.
Surdak continued, "Your right arm injury is getting worse and worse, and you will soon be unable to draw a bow, and I won’t stay here until our guard battalion receives one. I will leave here with the guard battalion. I don’t belong here."
He stopped and stared at the half-elf archer and asked her, "So what are you going to do?"
Samira didn’t think about it. She looked away and tried to avoid these questions.
Seeing that Samira’s heart was a little loose, Surdak took the opportunity to say, "I have a suggestion. Would you like to hear it? It may be a good choice."
Samira turned to stare at Surdak, and Surdak tapped the torch of the holy light and said, "Join us."
He straightened up and introduced himself to Samira. "Officially introduce an emergency rescue squadron outside Surdak Hailanza Guard Camp, the sheriff in the barren area of Pagros Mountain. I am currently planning to recruit a small team that not only has a formal establishment, but also is free to do things at ordinary times and needs soldiers with rich combat experience to join us. Do you want to consider one?"
At this time, he felt like squatting by the pool to trick the little girl into fishing for goldfish. The wretched uncle touched his nose to cover up his embarrassment and continued to say to Samira, "The monthly salary is not bad, but it is much more stable than you are now, and it is possible to recover from my right arm injury. I promise you that you can leave at any time when you are bored!"
"How much salary can I get?" The half-elf archer’s voice is a little thin and inaudible.
Surdak didn’t expect that she could speak like a tinkling spring, and looked at her stupidly. "Huh?"
"How much salary can I get every month?" The half-elf archer raised his reddish eyes and looked at Surdak carefully.
"Of course, there may be some gains and dividends from six silver coins," Surdak said truthfully when he thought of the welfare benefits of the Hailanza guard camp
"Pay me one year’s salary first, and I will follow you wherever you want to go!" Half elf archer low head silently said
"Are you sure?" Surdak didn’t expect a half-elf archer to say this. Of course, he hoped that there would be an excellent archer in the security team of the guard camp. Although her name was not very good, the shabby orphanage said that she was a quality. Surdak saw this precisely.
"hmm!" Samira nodded her head. She looked out through the wooden door and said softly, "In another year, Angolo will grow up. I hope they can support their family then."
Surdak has always been mute. I didn’t expect the sound to be so clear and pleasant
Surdak thought about it and decided to prepare a magic contract to guarantee it. He said, "Of course, you can pay your salary before, but it takes days to sign a contract. After all, the money is not small."

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