Tonight, the night before the plan to get rid of Robonia and blame the bandits was about to be carried out, at the instigation of Konev, Rudy, full of doubts, could not help but try to trick Paris into the tone of her words, in order to determine the truth of her words. But the final result may not be what Rudy definitely doesn't want, but it's definitely the last thing Konev wants.

Because compared to Lieutenant General Rudy, Konev knew that he was just a small person. Even if this plan succeeds, there will definitely be someone to blame for Robonia's death. When the time comes, Lieutenant General Rudy will have someone to protect him, and who will protect a little person like him? The fate of a little person is as sad as the fate of an abandoned child who can be abandoned by a chess player at any time in a game of chess.

"Damn, immortals fight, mortals suffer!" Konev scolded suddenly, picking up a bottle of brandy on the table and pouring it into his mouth.

Konev was not a fool, he knew that the plan to assassinate Rovnia, whether or not Marshal Hileiman had ordered it, must have involved a political struggle among the top officials and magnates.

If Robonia was really killed, even if he succeeded in blaming the bandits, as the supreme sheriff at the place of the accident, he would definitely have nothing to do with it and would inevitably be punished.

Although it should not be a crime and a beheading, the punishment of demotion or even dismissal cannot be avoided. And as long as there is one day of the existence of the Heywood family, and one day of the existence of Prince Best, he Konev may not be able to turn over one day again.

He simply scoffed at what Rudy said about Marshal Hleiman's talk about rewarding meritorious deeds. He knew that this was just a reassuring word from Shangfeng. By all accounts, he will be a loser and the best person to carry the blame.

And since he knew about the plan to assassinate Robonia, it was impossible for him to stay out of it. If he really planned to stay out of the matter, he would be killed and destroyed the next day.

A colonel officer is indeed a figure in the eyes of some, but what can he be in the eyes of others?

"Fuck, Rudy, why are you involved Lao Tzu in this political struggle! Damn it, the grace of the support? Bah, if Lao Tzu hadn't given you so many gold coins, you would have carried me? Bastard!" Konev was furious at the thought that he had worked so hard to climb from a small soldier to the position he is now, and that it would all be lost in the blink of an eye. For Rudy, who caused all this, Konev even had the heart to eat his flesh at this time.

"Fuck you politics!" Konev cursed again.

The more Konev thought about it, the more resentful he became, he ate desperately and drank desperately, and now only the satisfaction of his appetite could relieve his terrible mood.

The delicacies were in the mouth, the spirits were in the throat, and after a gust of wind swept away, the table was already a mess of cups and plates.

Konev, who was very drunk, fell asleep on the table, still cursing to himself: "Politics...... Politics ......!you...... Damn it...... Politics!"

A cloud drifted through the sky, completely obscuring the already dim moonlight, and the earth was suddenly plunged into a black rumbling.

On a small hill not far from the camp of the Byzantine Empire's bandit army, a single figure stood alone, silently raising its head and staring at the lonely sky without moonlight.

Tonight is moonlight and cold winds, and it is really not a suitable night to enjoy the moon.

After a moment, the man's gaze drooped, and he moved away from the sky, his eyes level, and cast his gaze on a tall black figure looming in the darkness in the distance.

The black shadow stood in the distance, like a giant beast that wanted to choose people and devour, giving people a sense of vast slaughter. That black shadow is the lair of the 'Nightblade Panthers' bandits, Blackson Castle.

"Tomorrow will be a day of blood!" the man sighed softly.

The moon crept out from behind the clouds, and the earth shone again.

A faint trace of moonlight fell on the man's face, and a cold and gorgeous unparalleled face suddenly appeared in this dim moonlit night, adding a little more brilliance to this moonlit night with no streamers.

Paris came to this hill alone at some point.

After a while, Paris took her eyes back from the location of Blackson Castle, lowered her head, gently stroked a pair of fist gloves shrouded in silver halo in her hands, and whispered to herself: "This time you left Cataloland, I secretly followed all the way, originally trying to secretly find an opportunity to kill your ...... by myself." But now here's a better chance, Ravnia, you forced me, you shouldn't have snatched my beloved Best, don't blame me for ....... ”

A ray of cold light suddenly flashed from the claw blade of the fist, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

......

At noon, Blackson Castle.

A maid bowed down from Blade's room, and when she stepped out of the threshold, the maid did not forget to close the door of Blade's room.

The maid walked through several courtyards, through several corridors, and finally to the council hall of Blackson Castle.

Stephanie stood in the middle of the chamber with her hands behind her back, looking up at a gilded bronze plaque engraved with the word 'Juyi' hanging above her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Behind her, there stood in a row more than a dozen fierce warriors with swords in their hands and draped all over their bodies. The warriors' eyes were blazing, their temples were bulging, and at a glance, they knew that they were people who had cultivated their fighting spirit. Search

After the maid entered the council hall, she walked straight to Stephanie and whispered, "Captain, the food has been delivered to Scar. Stephanie nodded, and the maid took her leave.

"Let's go!" Stephanie said softly, turning to the warriors behind her.

"Commander, do you really want to grab Scar and hand it over?" asked one of the fighters after a moment's hesitation. When the rest of the warriors heard their companion's question, they also turned their eyes to Stephanie.

These warriors are the most skilled warriors in the 'Night Blade Leopard' bandit group, as the saying goes, "heroes cherish heroes", for the blade whose martial skills are more outstanding than theirs, these warriors have always had a heart of respect, and they did not look down on him because of the blade's orc status.

These warriors have even come to regard the blade as their idol. For a true warrior, strength is their faith, and those who possess great power become the object of their worship.

"He is the person named by Miss Robnia, for the survival of the 'Nightblade Leopard', Miss Robonia must not be offended!" Stephanie's tone couldn't help but become stern after discovering that her subordinates' hearts were shaken.

"Yes, my subordinates understand. When the warrior saw that Stephanie's tone was not good, he immediately shut up and said no more.

"Miss Robonia is a kind-hearted person, and although Scar offended her, it did not necessarily cost her life if it fell into her hands. Stephanie waved her hand and said, "Go ahead!"

After all the warriors saluted Robonia in unison, Yukani walked out of the council hall.

"Scar, although you have contributed a lot to the development of the 'Nightblade Leopard' to the point where it is today, you are also the one who has caused the 'Nightblade Leopard' to fall into the current crisis, and I am not wrong ...... doing this. Looking at the distant backs of the warriors, Stephanie muttered to herself.

With a bang, the door of the room where the blade was located was kicked open, and several 'Nightblade Leopard' warriors took the lead and rushed into the blade's room.

And the moment they rushed into the room, the 'Nightblade Leopard' warriors suddenly stopped abruptly.

For they saw the blade sitting upright in the room, quietly drinking. The food on the table in front of him, though it had long since become cold, showed no signs of passing.

The wine is the wine collected by the blade himself, and the dish is the lunch brought by the maid today.

"Scar, you...... Why haven't you eaten lunch yet? Look, the food is cold. Fast...... Let's eat it. One of the warriors felt his throat run dry, and he knew that something must have gone wrong with the plan to capture the blade, but with a glimmer of hope, he subconsciously uttered something that even he himself thought was idiotic afterwards.

"After eating these meals, hehe, eat them, and wait for me to be poisoned, and then take me down and hand over to those officers and soldiers?" Sharp Blade put down the wine glass in his hand, got up slowly, and said with a smile on his face: "Did the regiment commander ask you to come? Now you take me to see the regiment commander, I want to ask, why did she do this to me!"

Blade said as he walked towards the door.

Seeing the blades approaching, the warriors involuntarily retreated. They quickly exited Blade's room and retreated into the courtyard in front of it.

Blade walked slowly out of the room.

Deep in the courtyard, a dozen warriors stood, each with their swords clenched in their hands, staring at the blade with full vigilance.

No one continued to retreat with the forward steps of the blade.

They are true warriors, warriors have the dignity of warriors, and they know that their opponents are strong, but they cannot retreat without a fight.

The blade finally stopped and slowly stood still.

"Are you really trying to stop me?" he said coldly.

"Scar, I'm sorry, the regimental commander wants us to take you, we have no other way!" said one of the fighters. This warrior was the same one who hesitated and questioned Stephanie.

Blade glanced at the warrior, and after a moment of silence, he said, "When I first joined the 'Nightblade Leopard', because I was the only orc in the 'Nightblade Leopard', and I am not of the same race as you humans, many people in the regiment came to me to find trouble! Later, those guys came to you, York, and said very arrogantly in front of me that you were the best fighter in the 'Nightblade Leopard', and asked you to teach me a lesson. However, to my surprise, you blew those guys away on the spot, and then said to me something that I still remember vividly: 'In this battle, I did not come to trouble you because of your orc status, but as a warrior, I will have a martial arts competition with you, please advise'. It was that sentence that made me feel a little warm in my heart, and I didn't take a heavy hand on you in the later competition...... Now, I still don't want to hurt you, don't force me to ......!"

When the warrior heard this, his emotions seemed to be a little excited, and he said in a loud voice: "Scar, although you are an orc, you are excellent in martial arts, I really obey you and respect you! 'Big husband, do something, don't do something'. In this battle, you just have to let go of your hands and feet. The sword has no eyes, if I die at your hands, even if I go to the underworld, I will never complain to you!"

The blade glanced at York again, and said no more, his hand slowly pressed to the hilt of the knife at his waist.

York also had a resolute look on his face.

"Brothers, go up!" As York let out a loud roar, more than a dozen warriors shot out at the same time, and the sword light and sword shadows in the sky swept towards the blade with an impermeable momentum.