Chapter 17: I, the little mouse, am really doomed.

"Thank you, sir." The guard was dizzy. Field reached out and pulled him up, punched the guard on the shoulder with his fist, and encouraged: "It's not easy to train a suitable soldier. I'm still waiting for you to get rid of slavery and become a real warrior, or even a knight!" The guard's blood boiled. He had always regarded Field's promise as a pie in the sky or a joke of the nobles. But now, he really felt that Field was a little different from other nobles.

"Charge for Lord Field!" The people around were also infected by the blood, waving their halberds wildly to harvest the corpses. Soon, the corpses attracted by the sound were cleared out. Field roughly counted and found that there were more than seventy corpses. Field took a breath of cool air, but the fishy smell in the air immediately rushed into his trachea, forcing Field to close his mouth quickly, muttering in his heart: "Does the winery need so many people? When the Empire decided to trigger the death fog, why didn't it notify the people in the North to evacuate?"