This is a snow fox as pure as white snow crystals. It is wrapped around the fox fur coat held up by a prosthetic model. It is elegant, noble and extremely charming.

The little snow fox hesitated for a while, and then, with the consent of the old fox, cautiously walked towards its mother.

"Ugh~"

Suddenly, the tip of the little snow fox's nose was greatly irritated, and the strong smell of perfume made it vomit. In panic, it bumped into the corner of the wooden table, causing quite a movement.

"Fuck! It's those nasty rats again! This time I'm going to teach them a lesson!"

"How to teach them a lesson? They dragged the animal traps they set up the night before into the hole! I have never seen such arrogant mice!"

"How many times has Madam scolded us to solve this mess!"

"No, madam is coming!"

There were several frightening and angry sounds in succession, and along with the sound of hurried footsteps, several figures rushed towards the display window from outside.

"Someone is coming, let's go."

The old fox was silent for a while, and his severed fox ears twitched. Hearing the footsteps of the owner of the clothing store, he quickly ran away with the little snow fox.

Before the latter left, he reluctantly glanced at his mother.

Although there is a strong smell of perfume on my mother's body, the familiar smell it brings can never be erased.

Mom is sick?

"Snapped!"

The wooden door was violently kicked open, and each of the burly hunters with dark circles under their eyes first checked the fox fur coat, relaxed, and then quickly glanced at every corner of the room.

Then, they discovered a mouse hole with a gray tail sticking out from the entrance. A strong hunter pounced on it and was about to dig into the mouse hole with a big hand!

"ah!"

With a cry of pain, when he stretched out his hand, he was bitten by an ambush trap, tearing off a large piece of bloody skin.

The old fox hiding under the wooden board glanced at the hunter who was being treated and bandaged by his companions through the cracks, shining with a cold light.

These hunters were the ones who skinned his wife.

There was indeed a nest of mice in the hole, but at that time, in the middle of the night, I went to look for the lingering scent of my wife. Because I was too hungry, I swallowed all the mice dragging sausages into the belly of the old fox. The family reunited and stayed together forever.

Already.

Immediately afterwards, it passed the blame to the mouse and used disguise to plan the future step by step. It first obtained traps and other traps, and then dug a hole in the ground for several days to rescue the last remaining child.

"Oh my God, what have you done!?"

Just then, a woman with heavy makeup screamed at the door.

The woman has a beautiful face, a plump and hot figure, and the jewelry she wears embodies her mature temperament.

She first scolded these men who couldn't even deal with mice, and then put on the most noble fox fur coat in the window with a proud look.

Her charming appearance and lady-like temperament made a group of rude hunters drool and covet her. However, they were in awe of the canary that the Earl kept privately and had no courage to take action.

But from the perspective of the old fox hiding under the wooden board, she was a bloated and ugly woman.

It still can't forget that once in the cage, this mistress who was favored by the earl wanted to wear the best fox furs in the earl's hands. In order to please her, the surrounding hunters did not hesitate to harvest a few of the best fox furs.

The fox fur, supplemented by magic, was made into the most attractive fox fur coat in the wilderness.

Therefore, except for her tryst with the Earl, she usually kept it in her clothing store and used various means to maintain this beloved thing.

"Snapped!"

The well-dressed lady walked out of the clothing store with elegant steps. There was a luxurious carriage parked at the door, with vine branches entwined and bright flowers blooming, ushering in an intoxicating fragrance.

Under the respect of the guards and the flattery of the servants, the noble lady walked into the carriage wrapped in noble fox fur, revealing a charming face in the carriage window.

On the headdress of slightly curly hair, there is a rose flower, which is delicate but charming, especially endearing.

Behind the car, there were a group of servants following behind, carrying flower baskets and scattering flowers on both sides. Several musicians even sang hymns to the God of Harvest.

The trysts were arranged with such grandeur that she was afraid that others would not know that she was the count's secret lover.

A beautiful car, a BMW, and a beautiful woman, and they are full of arrogance and arrogance.

But in the dark corner of the street where this clothing store is located, dozens of poor people in ragged clothes are wandering, plagued by hunger and cold.

Among them, a skinny young man couldn't help but grit his teeth when he heard this carol, and stared at the leaving carriage with a look of shock and anger, with deep hatred in his eyes.

This snake-hearted woman relied on the count's power to forcefully occupy their clothing store and run it under her own name. It's really hateful!

He was quite indignant because he got involved in a nobleman's game and offended a vicious woman. As a result, his prosperous clothing store became someone else's dowry and was forcibly transformed into a fox fur processing factory.

When he thought of this, he turned his head and saw an old man leaning on the moss wall. His disheveled hair covered his face and was covered with dust. Half of his legs were paralyzed on the ground. It could be seen from the bandage stained black with blood that this

One leg had been broken, and it was considered completely disabled.

But as soon as the old man heard this familiar carol, the object of the praise was the God of Harvest, who brought abundance and joy to the people. The old man trembled a few times, clasped his dirty hands together, and murmured in confusion.

Pray to the deity you believe in.

An old tailor in a clothing store was framed because he refused to work for the count's mistress. Not only was he deported to the slums, he also had one of his legs broken.

"Damn it! The great god of harvest, Arthas, are you just going to let your devout believers suffer bullying from evil people? Or is this all a hardship given to us by our Lord?!"

The young man clenched his fists and stared intently at the carriage. His uncut nails pierced into the palms of his hands, leaving faint traces of blood.

Although there was anger in his heart, he always maintained his rationality and restrained his desire to kill.

The guards sent by the lord to his mistress were all silver-level. It was obvious that she was very favored by the earl, which made it impossible for the poor young man to do anything.

What's more, he is just a tailor apprentice in a clothing store, so he has no killing skills.

Humiliation, hatred, frustration...

Not only this ruthless woman, but also the lord who remains indifferent to all of this!

But what made him thankful was that a group of ferocious robbers appeared in the wasteland. The count dispatched an elite group of knights, who obviously valued the robbers very much.

This group of robbers is also quite loyal and decisive in killing. Every time they pass through a territory, they first defeat the guards, then kill the lords, plunder the other party's wealth, and distribute it to the poor people who are hungry and cold. It is like a devil's temptation.

Encourage people to bravely resist the lord, break free from the shackles of restraint, and send the lord and his family to the gallows.
Chapter completed!