In the evening, the small village on the northeastern edge of the Merlin family's domain, beside the Silver Pine Hills, was filled with the cacophony of shouting and the sour smell of men.

Dozens of members of the Wolf Bandit Group occupied the wooden houses in the village, gathering in twos and threes to drink.

In the past few days, they have eaten very little of the poultry and livestock in the village, and the girls and daughters-in-law of the village have also suffered.

Thankfully, the robbers just slept and didn't want to die.

"It's time to eat!"

A stout man dressed in sackcloth, nearly two meters tall, carried a giant sword and placed half a bowl of water and half a piece of black bread in front of the wooden prison.

Although the imprisoned noble lord had been injured a lot by the bandit leader Durudun, in order to control his physical strength and prevent him from escaping, there was only one meal in the evening these days.

"Warrior, can I trouble you?"

Locked in the wooden prison was none other than Alan's father, Baron Horn.

At this time, he had lost the honor and luxury of the nobility, and his messy and fluffy hair, dirty civilian clothes, and the smell of stench in his nose unreservedly showed his embarrassment as a prisoner.

"My name is Cobb, the noble lord. ”

This tall man was not as fierce as he looked, which is why Horn spoke.

"Warrior Cobb, can you give me half a bowl of water, the autumn night is too dry, and half a bowl of water is really difficult to support. ”

With that, to add credibility to his words, Horn licked his chapped lips.

Cobb hesitated, he knew that this noble lord was telling the truth, not to mention half a bowl of water for a day, it was not enough for him to drink a sip of his own.

"But our leader said that you can't be allowed to regain your strength, or you will escape. ”

"It's okay, if you're afraid I'll escape, take this half of the bread away. ”

Horn pushed half of the loaf of bread forward, adding, "You know, thirst tastes worse than hunger." ”

Cobb scratched his head, he didn't quite agree with the aristocratic lord, for he was as hungry as thirst, otherwise he wouldn't have come to be a robber.

However, the noble lord had a good idea, confiscating this half of the bread, and after being hungry for a day, he would definitely not recover the strength to escape because of more than half a bowl of water.

In fact, in Cobb's opinion, even if he gave the noble grandfather a bowl of water and a whole piece of black bread, he couldn't run.

But he still felt that it was inappropriate, and said hesitantly: "Let me ask the leader, wait for the ......."

Horn's heart tightened, if Cobb asked Truton, the other party would definitely not allow it, and it would even cause the guy to be alert.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from not far away, "Cobb, what are you rubbing, everyone is waiting for you to drink!"

"It's coming, it's coming, what is urging!"

Cobb muttered and swallowed, and retracted the steps he had taken.

Now, if you go to the leader, it will probably take a lot of time, and the little wine and meat you don't have will definitely make those guys lose it.

If you don't add water to the noble lord, what if he is thirsty?

Cobb himself was a bit silly, and when he thought that the gold coin was gone, he threw half a piece of bread into his mouth.

"Noble lord, you, you are about to drink this half bowl of water!"

Horn was stunned, immediately understood what Cobb meant, picked up the half bowl of water in front of him and drank it all.

Cobb took the bowl in Horn's hand and trotted to the water tank, filled a large bowl of water and brought it over.

Horn took the water and carefully set it aside, "Thank you, Cobb Warrior, you are so kind, you will have good luck." ”

"You're welcome, if you die, we won't have any gold coins. ”

Cobb scratched his head, laughed twice, and went to drink with his greatsword.

Late at night, the noisy village has returned to peace, and the robbers who like to drink go to bed early.

This is Durruton's order, and in his estimation, the Merlin family should also get the money to ransom people these days, and all the robbers must be recuperate.

Horn glanced at the sleepy guard not far away, and gently opened the straw mat below, hiding three pieces of black bread inside.

This was left over from the first day of his imprisonment, and although he was already a little rancid, he was still able to fill his stomach.

Horn picked up a piece of bread, tore it little by little, put it in his mouth and chewed it vigorously a few times, then swallowed it with a mouthful of water.

The rancid brown bread was so unpalatable that it had a rotten sourness and a dry and hard taste that it would not be swallowed without water.

Even so, Horn methodically swallowed three loaves of bread into his stomach, drank the last bit of water in the bowl, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't let Alan go alone.

After eating, Horn did not act immediately, but lay down on the hay again, quietly feeling the recovery of his strength.

He was waiting for the peak of his form, guarding the moment when he was at his worst.

At about half past two in the morning, the moon had set in the west, and only the faint light of torches remained in the dark night.

"Ha ......"

Although the robbers of the vigil had been replaced, they could not shake off their sleepiness either, yawning long and leaning against the pillar with squinted eyes.

Apparently, asleep.

At this moment, a thin figure suddenly appeared in the dark corner, tiptoeing to the guard's side.

It was a woman with bare feet and messy hair.

Looking at the sleeping guard, the woman's eyes were full of resentment, and a rusty dagger slowly slipped out of her sleeve, the new abrasion marks flashing in the firelight.

The woman took one last look at the man in front of her, and without any hesitation, she raised her hand and stabbed the dagger into the other's throat.

The dying guard glared at the woman in horror, tried to make a sound, but was choked by the dead, and finally died quietly.

With all her strength, the woman held the guard's gradually stiffened body and gently placed it on the ground without making a sound.

Then, she found the key and ran barefoot into the courtyard.

"Your Excellency, you're alright!"

The woman whispered as she picked up the key to unlock the door, only to find that she could not open the cell door at all.

At this time, Horn quickly got up, this woman was what he had been waiting for.

"Miss, go and get the guard's sword!"

After so long the lock hadn't been opened, Horn had stopped pinning his hopes on the key.

Fortunately, the guard used an ordinary long sword, and the woman carried it vigorously in both hands, and took the sword and handed it to Horn.

"Bell!

The crisp sound of metal deliveries rang out, and the chains on the wooden dungeon snapped, leading to the barking of dogs from the night.

The robber in charge of the patrol was quite clever, and after being woken up by the sudden sound of a dog barking, he immediately got up from the ground and ran to the courtyard where Horn was being held.

When he saw the guards lying in a pool of blood on the ground, he drew his sword without thinking about it, and shouted, "Enemy attack ......"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a long sword quickly shuttled through the night, instantly piercing his throat and suppressing the voice behind him.

Unfortunately, the robbers in the village were already alarmed, and the noise was instantaneous.

"Let's go!"

Horn held a sword in one hand, and with the other hand, he took the hand of the young lady who saved him and was about to run out, but was thrown away by the other party.

"Lord Lord, go by yourself, you can't run away with me!"

"Yes, trust me!"

Horn took a firm step forward, but the woman shook her head and took two steps back.

"My lord, there is a hidden path to the west that leads out of the village. ”

The woman clutched the dagger tightly, her eyes full of despair, "If you escape, I beg you to avenge my husband." ”

With these words, she turned and ran in the direction of the flickering torches.