Averier county.


    Bassa Bilson pulled the sheepskin blanket tightly, wrapped herself tightly, and lay in the tent, shaking uncontrollably.


    She burst into tears, clenched her teeth, stared at the fire outside through the gap of the tent, and dared not make any noise, lest she should attract the attention of the wild people and remind them of another woman here.


    She pricked her ears, like a prey forced into danger, alert to all the wind and grass around her.


    Outside the tent, "Dong Dong" drums came from a distance, mixed with bursts of cheers.


    It was a campfire party held by wild people.


    The banquet of wild people has been going on since they entered the town.


    Night is the climax of the banquet. It is said that the leader of the wild people likes the flame, and night is the most dazzling moment of the flame. They are celebrating the capture of the town.


    "Father." bazaar sobbed in a low voice, tears falling down and soaking the mutton smell of the sheepskin blanket.


    She thought she could escape safely under the escort of the Castle Knights, but unexpectedly, the wild cavalry caught up and surrounded them under the Golan Heights.


    The carriage slowed down. Now she understood that she should spread her legs, ride a fast horse like a man, and run away. Even if she ran away while the knight was fighting with the wild people, she might still have a chance of life.


    But now it''s too late. The ugly and cruel wild people killed all the knights, stripped their armor and clothes, and the carriage was covered with bloody bodies.


    She was terrified for fear that the wild people would rush forward, cut the bloody machete through her throat, or strip her naked and rush forward. She heard from the servants of the castle that the wild people would even fight with livestock.


    Fortunately, after staring at her and whispering to Issa, the wild people took them safely back to the town.


    At first, they were detained in a room, which was a wine shop. The original owner of the house had disappeared. Maybe they were killed or ran away. The wild people emptied all the food in the house and everything they thought useful, leaving only broken pots and wine barrels.


    The town became a prison. Through the crack of the door, she saw wild people coming and going, holding spears and weapons, and closing groups of women into the house.


    The women shivered, their eyes frightened and helpless, and moved in the shouting and whipping of the wild people, just like animals being caged.


    What about men? Where''s the knight? Basha''s heart sent out panic questions, and where was her father, brother and uncle? Have all the knights in the territory been killed?


    She could not imagine that those who could give her hope had died, and she would always become a slave to the wild people.


    But fear is like a vine clinging to the castle tower, tightening her tight package.


    How did everything turn out like this?


    Who, her helpless prayer, no matter who, as long as she can save me and take me out of here!


    "Miss," said Issa, shrugging aside in her beautiful clothes and asking in fear, "what should we do? Will we die? Will the wild people kill us? Miss, what should we do?"


    Damn it, she''s not a lady now!


    "You are the miss of the Bilson family!" she snapped at Issa, "Remember, remember! You''re the Miss now, the miss of the Pilsen family! I''m not, I''m just your maid, you''re bazaar Pilsen. Believe me, as long as we wait patiently, we can be saved, we can be saved! As long as we are saved, no matter what you want, I promise, promise..."


    That night, the wild people broke into the houses where women were imprisoned on both sides of the street. Then, in a burst of sad and fierce resistance, there were bursts of women''s ravaged wails and wild people''s indulgent laughter.


    That''s a bunch of animals!


    She hugged Issa and huddled on a black cloth in the corner. Even if she couldn''t see it with her own eyes, she could guess what was happening in those rooms.


    Fortunately, the wild people seemed to forget them. She and Issa hugged tightly and hid in the corner of the wall. They didn''t dare to close their eyes all night until dawn.


    Such days lasted for several days. They were tired, thirsty, exhausted and dizzy. Any slight noise outside the house could make them tremble, lest wild people break in.


    But those wild people can''t really forget them after all.


    Bazaar can''t remember how long she was locked up in that room, three days, five days, or ten days!


    She stinks and looks like a refugee. The wild people only give them very little food every day. She eats and drinks Lazar all in the house. She has never been so dirty.


    In short, just when she had forgotten the time and the wailing women were numb, the wild people rushed into the house where they were imprisoned, lifted her and Issa from the corner like a devil and took them to the town square.


    The drums rumbled and the campfire burned. She hung her head and followed isa as a maid, lest anyone recognize her.


    Basha clearly remembered that they were taken to the stone steps outside the temple. The wild people in charge of escorting rushed up and muttered a few times, and then walked away.


    Isarthur trembled. She was also full of fear. They both wanted a crack in the ground so that they could go in and hide.


    The voice of the wild people came from above. It seemed that she was talking to someone. Basha didn''t understand the wild people''s language. She could only hang her head and didn''t dare to look up. She just hoped that everything had nothing to do with her.


    But then a familiar voice came from above.


    "Miss bazaar," was a man''s voice, "look up, don''t be afraid, let TUTA see your face."


    She trembled with fear. Subconsciously, she looked up and spoke to the businessman named elif.


    She remembered that not long ago, the other party''s wife and children were under house arrest in the castle by her father.


    my god! Bazaar felt a chill rising from her feet, and she was paralyzed by fear.


    On the steps, in addition to the merchant named elif, there were also a group of wild people leaders. They made a mocking laugh. The leader was a powerful man sitting on a black fur blanket shirtless.


    "Is that her?" asked the man sitting next to elif. The man also seems to be a danze.


    Just when bazaar thought she was going to be treated like an animal by a wild man, the businessman named elif suddenly changed his eyes, raised his hand to Issa, bowed his head to the leader of the wild people and said, "yes, TUTA, this is Damon Bilson''s daughter. The other party once imprisoned my family and forced me to provide weapons to them."


    He, he didn''t expose me!


    At that moment, bazaar''s heart filled with chaotic ecstasy. She immediately lowered her head for fear that she would be seen by the wild people.


    I''m a maid, I''m bazaar Bilson, I''m Issa, I''m not bazaar Bilson