Freud didn't particularly want to deal with these people now, but he had come here thanks to them, and now he had to show the necessary sincerity. Belonging to the Thieves' Guild, they were now led by a young man in a mask, and while they could not see the men's intimidating power, these well-trained archers were arrayed like stern mercenaries. Each of them also had a clear and bright pattern embroidered on the shoulders of their cloaks, which Freud could only understand as a hobby of female leaders who were here not so long ago.

"In short, Miss Santis is temporarily hidden in my master's study, you don't need to worry about things here, soon Liao Cheng will get a response from the queen, you can leave quickly while there is no martial law in this vicinity." Freud raised his hand and pointed to the east, in fact, he didn't know much about where the Thieves' Guild was located, but he had just received a letter from the Dean, and the magic messenger was so restless for the first time, it seemed that it was sent by the Dean's confused mind.

Regarding the tragedy that happened in the academy, the letter did not explicitly mention it, but after settling the matter here, Freud wanted to know most about whether the other nobles were really safe? As he had guessed, the dean had also mentioned in his letter that the other minor nobles needed to be on guard at the first time, but as the head of the group, he had to rush back at noon.

This side of the matter must be over, Floyd, who came out with an urgent expression, finally said hello, and left without waiting for the little black hair to say anything. According to the trick of magic, this familiar chanting method immediately made Freud like a horse with wind under his hooves, and he was in such a state when he walked on the waves.

Far behind, the leader of the group still seemed to be shouting something to Floyd, which was theoretically regarded as a final farewell. There were so many things in the head of the guard that he didn't pay much attention to rest when he came over overnight, his eyelids kept beating and he was very annoyed, and the most important thing was that he didn't want anything to happen to his bodyguard, especially before the incident began.

The abbot and the nobles had to preside over the ceremony. It is the mission of guarding the family from generation to generation, protecting the life of the dean and allowing the rituals to be carried out smoothly. The ritual that once appeared in Freud's memory did cost a lot of people, both indirectly and directly, who were executioners.

Now that the spirit of resentment is raging, and Richard has bad intentions, is this really the retribution for killing people indiscriminately in the past? The last ritual seemed to be yesterday, and although Freud was not a teenager before that time, he was still a young man with considerable spiritual vitality, full of faith and love for any theory of God and the actions of God. Without the slightest doubt. However, now, the persistence of repeating this again and again finally made him a little unable to support the inner rebuke, is the ritual itself correct? Is it true that the world that has been exchanged for the lives of ritual sacrifices is more worthy of being cherished than they are?

It doesn't make the slightest sense to think about this, so many years of perseverance have made this captain of the guard have a stronger cognition than ordinary people, since he saw the true form of the dean, he has made up his mind to protect it to the end, and he ignores a qiē obstacle, and must carry out the family oath to the end.

Before he knew it, the air under his feet had formed a convection for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he had already walked on the official road to the city wall in the center of the kingdom. Once within the walls of the kingdom, he can use his unique pass to teleport anywhere in the academy.

Just when he was thinking about it so optimistically, the discordant shock of his eyelids made him realize the breath of others, and he turned into a hidden area of the forest along the official road just now. He immediately spotted a line of sight that surrounded him, no, a group of sights. There is no distinction, but there is no fear. The grass on the side of the road is a really creepy place, and legends have passed down in the past that robbers on the side of the road would drag travelers into such places to kill them and take what they had.

But. Such a legend seems a little funny in front of Freud, not to mention all the money that the enemy can take, Freud alone is undefeated. No one has dared to confront this legendary guardian head-on since the Wraithical War, and even attempts to understand his attacks will eventually turn into pathetic prey.

The march reached the most important and hidden jungle, where Freud thought it was impossible to make a break, and now it became more and more obvious that someone was ready to attack him. He stopped and immediately listened, and could spot the whirring of an unprofessional part of the stalker in the grass who had forgotten to stop.

"Who are you hiding in the shadows, don't use ordinary passers-by as a disguise, because what I don't like the most is other people's disguises." After the words were spoken, the only response was the sound of the wind, and it was really impossible to tell whether the whirring east wind and the rumbling of the entire jungle were mockery or a simple natural phenomenon. There was still no humanoid who dared to run out and admit anything, but the sense of seclusion in the grass and woods had not disappeared either, and the years of combat experience had not been lost with peace, even the daily tasks Freud was vigilant.

Completely unable to sense the intention of the other party's return, Floyd showed one of his skills, using magic to create a shockwave attack is a must for every mage, but as a guard, he immediately unleashed the equivalent of a high-level shockwave. Immediately after the roar, several figures sprang out from the grass pile in front of them, and their wolf gestures of rolling and climbing up indicated that this was not their intention, and they had no idea that this warrior-like person could actually cast a spell.

The two men who flew out were wearing cloaks, but Freud knew that there must be more than these two enemies present, and according to his breath, he also felt more brutal oppression than humans. Freud waited, but got a panicked reply from the two people: "Don't do it, we are just passers-by who are afraid of the world and act carefully."

Passers-by

But Freud grinned, he didn't believe in this trick that he had played to the point of rotten, neither in the past nor in the present he would trust anyone other than his master, this is the personality of the loyal dog of the Guardian Family. He stopped smiling and said, "So, can you hide the demonic stench on your body better?" ”

After being identified by the guards, a group of figures hiding in the grass and behind them finally appeared, and these hooded people revealed the mixed smell of humans and demons, a nasty smell that could be smelled from a distance. Yes, most of them were humanoid demons with strange horns and claws, and the rest Freud guessed that they were also fallen killers, people who had lost their purpose in life and the original purpose of their existence and gathered under the demons.

"Our deposit is to allow Your Excellency to settle down, and if you are willing to accept the advice of our master and submit to us, we can avoid the unfair encounter here." The cloaked man at the head is the one who jumped out earlier, of course, it doesn't make a difference who speaks, and the demons who speak according to the ranking of strength are meaningless after meeting Floyd, because it is just the difference between pinching an ant to death and a group of ants.

"Who is your leader, and who ordered this raid?"

"I'm going to trouble the legendary Lord Freud to come with us."

At this point, Freud had no choice but to give up negotiations. After all, it's all some information that is automatically sent, so there's no reason not to clean it up, but it's a pity that it won't work if you have a heavy hand.

Although the leader of the cloaked man did not know whether it was a demon or a slayer, his order immediately attracted the attention of the four or five killers who came up to him, and they jumped up and pounced on the middle like hungry wolves. At this time, no one else stepped in again, and the leader was satisfied that Freud's position had not changed. A voice from an opponent appeared: "Terrible, as you said this is an unfair encounter, only"

After the voice was abruptly interrupted, the leader saw that Freud was still standing in place, but only an afterimage. Several killers who flew close to each other reacted at the same time, but their consciousness was alerted again because of deep and terrifying sword wounds on various parts of their bodies.

The scars of stabbing and slashing appeared on several people in mid-air in no particular order, and their limbs scattered to the ground along with the flesh and blood, and finally their severed bodies fell into a pool of blood on the ground, and the wails immediately resounded throughout the official road. The bloody space was filled with murderous aura, and Floyd, who showed his true body, had already appeared behind the leader, knocking down the two stunned subordinates behind him, which was also a bloody sacrifice.

Floyd peeled off the leader's hood, his bayonet sword against the demon leader's jaw, threatening the remaining slayer around the leader. In order to make the demon look even more helpless, Freud grabbed the horn on the top of the demon's head with his other hand and raised it fiercely, adding seriously: "It's a pity, the so-called unfairness has been your choice from the beginning. Give you another chance to tell who your master is and which unit of the Demon Realm you belong to."

"We are not soldiers and horses of the Demon Realm, we are committed to allegiance." A terrifying glow emanated from the demon leader's abdomen, was this sudden turn of events a magic program? Maybe it's triggered when there is some change in the person who has been enchanted, and the glowing magic is probably self-destructive, or maybe he's about to blow himself up

Sure enough, the roar almost destroyed the forest, and there was no ordinary explosion, it was just an enchantment that kneaded and shattered the spiritual pressure within the range. Theoretically, none of the attackers escaped from the range, and if it was still theoretically human, Freud should not have been alive, but the captain of the guard was found in a pile of lawn outside the blast range.

Thankfully, the head of the guard sighed with a relaxed expression at the horror of magic. (To be continued......)