Time rewinds to yesterday afternoon.

When Art returned from hunting and decided to go to the southern estate of Bilten to grab it one last time before leaving Talburg, several idle and bored officers immediately agreed to Art's decision, and a more insidious trick was planned by several people in the gossip.

Yesterday afternoon, twelve elite soldiers in Talburg, heavily armed, under the personal leadership of Art, galloped along the Hunter's Trail towards the southern manor.

Before it got dark, thirteen shadows appeared on the edge of the mountains behind the southern manor.

After waiting quietly in the cold darkness for most of the night, the two guards on duty on the wall of the manor finally couldn't hold it anymore, and curled up behind the battlements in the cold wind. After making sure that the guards on duty on the wall were asleep, Art led a dozen soldiers to the base of the manor's wall.

Ever since the southern manor was threatened by bandits from the mountains, Lord Challis has continued to strengthen and raise the manor's wall, which is nearly thirty feet high, with barb-like sharpened wooden stakes sticking out of the wall on the outside of the top, and it is not easy for ladders and climbing hooks and ropes to get to the wall, and it is not easy for enemies to climb through the barbs.

Since the wooden ladder and the hook and rope for climbing the wall were not needed, Art and his party simply did not prepare these things, they prepared several sets of tattered homeless clothes.

Before dawn, thirteen people approached the gate of the manor, and quietly, the figures of eleven people disappeared into the thick snow on both sides of the gate.

As soon as the day dawned, two guys in tattered clothes drank a large sip of strong ale and fell straight into the snow, motionless......

Shortly after the two tattered men fell, several cries of terror rang out from the wall.

After the two of them muttered on the wall for a long time, Cledo, the battle leader of the fourth squad, who had collapsed in the snow and was about to freeze stiff, heard a ding-dong sound descending the ladder.

This was not the first time Credo had done such a thing, as he had deceived a Swabian baggage convoy by posing as a drunken enemy sentry at an enemy outpost a few months earlier.

This time, Krido repeated his old trick, and after "ambushing" eleven soldiers on both sides of the gate with snow and clearing the footprints with Art, Krido took the liquor handed over by Art, poured a large sip, and then pulled out a short knife and held it in his hand, and fell into the snowdrift at the gate of the wall with Art.

In the gate of the manor, the fat guard took the thin guard to the doorway, and looked around the door again through the gap in the gate, and after making sure that there was no one else, the fat guard commanded the thin guard to slowly remove the heavy door bar, let the back open a one-foot-wide gap, and stretched out his head to look around, except for the thicker snow and a few higher dung heaps, there was nothing unusual outside the door.

"It's snowing so hard!" The fat guard pushed open the gate with all his might, and the snow outside the door was almost up to his calves.

"Let's go, drag it away." The skinny guard pushed the fat man and stepped into the snow.

The fat and thin two walked out of the village gate and walked three or five steps, and came to the two homeless "lying corpses" lying motionless in the snow, the thin man kicked the corpse lightly, and scolded in his mouth: "Bastard, you won't pick a place when you die, you have to trouble the lord and I will bury the corpse for you, these two poor ghosts are really not a good thing."

"Okay, let's work, after a while, the master will get up and see it, and he will have to scold us for being lazy and sleeping and letting strangers get close to the manor." The fat guard said as he bent down and picked up a thinner corpse ready to be dragged away.

But as soon as he grabbed the "corpse", the fat guard felt that something was wrong, "Huh~ It still seems to be soft~ It's still quite hot~ isn't it~"

Before he could say anything, a single-edged short knife had already stabbed under the "corpse", and the fat guard's words were suffocated with the painful and surprised expression on his face, looking at the "corpse" with big eyes like cowbells under him, the fat guard couldn't believe that he had been stabbed into the heart by a sharp blade~

Beside him, the thin guard was also tightly pressed under the suddenly burst "corpse" and covered his mouth, and blood was gushing out of his neck.

"Leave it alone, act!" Art whispered to Crido, who was still stabbing him a second and third beside him.

Crido pulled out his short knife and plunged it into the scabbard at his waist, ran to the side of the gate and kicked open a snowdrift, revealing Colin covered with wheat straw underneath - "Colin! It's action! ”

Colin rolled over and rose from the snowdrift, picked up the broadsword and shield under him and threw them at Crido, before storming the manor's gate.

The dozen or so "dung grass" snowdrifts on both sides of the walled gate on different heights suddenly turned into a dozen black-robed soldiers wearing light armor and iron helmets and holding sharp blades and round shields that rushed into the walled gate.

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When Art led a dozen elite soldiers to rush into the southern manor, inside the manor mansion, the lord of the manor, Lord Charis, had just opened his eyes and glanced at the graceful Persian maid sleeping beside him, this Persian maid had been purchased from the southern slave traders at a great price this autumn, and Charis had to work with this extremely bepleasing maid until midnight almost every night.

The more Challis looked at the person next to him, the more happy he felt, and he couldn't help but reach into the quilt and fumble for a while.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the front yard of the manor.

"Which mongrel is making a lot of noise outside!!" Challis was disturbed and furious.

As soon as Lord Challus's violent voice fell, the housekeeper of the manor hurriedly broke into the room and said in horror: "Master, no~no~ It's not good! The thieves have come in! ”

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On the front side of the manor, five or six manor guards who had just gotten up picked up their weapons to resist it, and in less than half a bowl of soup, they were killed in the manor by Yate and his party who suddenly rushed in.

"Bas take two men to close the gate of the fort, keep a sentry, and don't let the farmers outside the fort come in!"

"Otto took three men and drove everyone in the manor into a room and imprisoned him, and if anyone dared to resist with weapons, he would be killed."

"The others occupy the passages throughout the manor, and the Sergeant Major and Ron will follow me to find our Lord Charis."

Art commanded the elite soldiers around him who had finished killing the manor guards one by one, and then grabbed a manor servant and asked the location of the master's bedroom, and then took Angus and Ron and went straight to Lord Charis, the lord of the manor.

No sooner had the three of them rushed through the courtyard into a small, ornate two-story building when they bumped into a half-old man dressed in a bearskin jacket and holding a sword of fine iron and rushed down the stairs angrily.

Before the two waves could react, the scene paused for a moment, and then there was a metal crisp sound of swords slashing and colliding.

With Angus and Ron there, Art didn't personally fight with Charis who was holding a long sword, and after a while, Charis was pinned to the ground by Angus holding a short-handled battle axe and didn't dare to move, as for the fat butler had become a twitching corpse under Ron's sword.

"Ah~" A woman wrapped in a blanket at the top of the stairs saw everything downstairs and ran back upstairs with a scream in fright.

Ron chased after him with his blood-dripping sword, and after a while Ron ran down in a panic with his sword in his hand.

"Sir, sir, that woman is a ghost." Ron had a look of horror on his face.

"Someone! Take Master Challis down and take care of it! Art yelled out of the house, and a soldier ran in and picked up the belted Master Challus and went out the door.

"Let's go up and have a look." As he spoke, Art took the knight's sword, lifted his shield and led the two of them cautiously upstairs.

After a while, there was a silence upstairs.

Looking at the Persian maid curled up at the head of the bed and shivering, Angus closed his mouth that was about to drip saliva, looked at the woman on the bed intently, and said to the nervous and wary Ron beside him: "This is the strange ghost you are talking about?"

"Hmm!" Ron aimed his sword at the woman on the bed.

"You're from Provence, you haven't seen a Persian?" Angus asked curiously.

"What kind of people are the Persians~"

"......" There was a black line on the heads of Art and Angus.

"I'll leave this stranger to you, Sergeant Major, let's go." Angus, whose eyes were about to fall out, went down the stairs and left Ron and the Persian woman he called "the stranger" in his bedroom......

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"Master Challis, I didn't expect it to take so long for us to come, did you?" Art carried a short sword and said to the lord of the manor, Charis, who was tied to a pillar.

Charis asked with a look of horror, "Who are you?"

Art turned the short sword in his hand, and kept dangling the short sword in front of Lord Charles's eyes, "Lord Charles, you are really forgetful. Have you forgotten? At the harvest last fall, you received a letter from a guy who claimed to be the king of the mountains, Krull, asking you to raise 100,000 pfennigh for the army of the mountains, but it had been months, and you had forgotten about it, right? ”

Charis looked horrified, "That~ Isn't that a trap?" Are you really the ...... of the mountain" Charis did not continue.

Art shook his short sword and nodded, "Yes, yes, I am Krull, the king of the mountain." Lord Rees, in order to save your life, is it time to cash in the 100,000 Fenni you owe us? ”

Charis fainted.

"Sergeant Major, wake this guy up and torture him about the location of the vault." With that, Art went out of the house and instructed the soldiers to select the most valuable weapons and valuables......

In the manor's arsenal, Crido and Colin are directing several soldiers to carry a crossbow and six rifle bows, five fine iron broadswords, a set of riveted caftan chain mail, a set of plate chain mail with throat guards, five sets of double-layer iron-inlaid leather armor, a barrel helmet and four or five nose guard iron helmets, as for other weapons and equipment such as short swords, battle axes, spears, hammers, shields, etc., are also moved to the courtyard and piled up, and there are several soldiers in the front yard of the manor collecting weapons and equipment from the guards who have turned into corpses.

Since the last time the manor was threatened, Lord Challus has successively purchased a lot of weapons and equipment from all over the country, originally these weapons and armor were equipped with a hired guard who came to the manor to garrison, but as time passed, the manor did not come to attack the bandits, and the stingy Lord Challus was distressed about the money, so he dismissed the hired guards and recovered the weapons allocated to them and stored them in the arsenal.

Challis could not have imagined that the weapons and equipment he had spent a lot of money would end up as spoils of war in the hands of the enemy.