At this time, the soldiers of the escort team in the courtyard rushed out, and when they saw Eugen and the corpses on the ground, the face of the team leader was immediately ugly.

He hurriedly ran to Eugen's side, bowed to Eugen and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Eugen-sama, please don't hurt you." ”

They were called the escort team, and in fact they themselves knew that the main task given to them by the prince this time was to protect Eugen, not to escort Eugen.

There were four corpses here right now, and a discerning person could see what was going on at a glance, which naturally frightened the squad leader.

Eugen waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, he pointed to Corleone and said: "This is my retainer Corleone, he appeared in time just now to save me, as for these dead people are assassins, you dispose of their corpses, you must investigate the origin of the assassins." ”

Eugen was in danger, and the team leader knew that he had a lot of responsibility, so he naturally didn't dare to disobey Eugen's order at this moment, and hurriedly ordered people to dispose of the corpse, and at the same time, he also glanced at Corleone with gratitude.

Seeing that the squad leader was very cooperative, Eugen did not continue to investigate, and under the escort of the soldiers, he took Corleone into the courtyard.

Not far from here, there was a small, ordinary hotel, and everything that happened here fell into a pair of eyes behind one of the windows of the hotel.

When the man saw that the matter was over, he left the room, walked through the corridor inside the hotel, came to a room, and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the wooden door opened, and the man stepped into the room. In the room, the second robber leader, White-eyed Mosto, sat on a chair, and two small leaders stood beside him.

The man was one of the robbers who had followed Mosto, and when he entered, he saluted, and then whispered what he had just seen.

"What!" When Mosto heard this, he immediately exclaimed: "Someone assassinated Eugen? And failed! What's going on! Didn't I order everyone not to act rashly! ”

Speaking of this, there was anger in Mosto's voice, and he held back for a long time, because he was afraid that he would alarm Eugen and ruin the boss Blackbeard's plan.

But now, there are people who don't listen to his orders and do such a stupid thing as assassinating Eugen. The thought of the possibility of disrupting the boss's layout because of this incident made Mostto shudder, even with his position in the regiment, was still very afraid of that terrible Blackbeard.

However, the robber who came in front shook his head and said, "Report 2, that group of people doesn't look like our people, they look like Saxon soldiers. ”

"Damn." Mosto slapped the table and stood up, paced anxiously in the room, and said depressedly: "Are those fucking Saxon aristocrats stupid? If you asked us, why did you send someone else to assassinate us, and what should we do now? ”

The other robbers in the room were silent and did not dare to speak, this incident made them very annoyed, seeing that the plan had reached a critical moment, and the brigade led by the boss was about to arrive, but such an incident happened, which immediately made them fall into passivity.

After pondering for a moment, Mostow finally spoke: "That's it, I'll write a letter to the boss first, and see what orders he has." You continue to send people to keep an eye on the target, and tell everyone to be extra careful not to show any flaws. ”

The other robbers nodded, and went down to give orders to their own men, and Mosto took out a pen and paper and wrote down the general situation on a note, and handed it to one of the robbers waiting at the door.

At night, a black falcon flew from the city of San Marino, rode the night wind into the sky, and disappeared into the wilderness outside the city in an instant.

The falcon sped across the small villages on the ground, its wings spread out two meters wide, a circle of white feathers fluttering slightly in the wind, its thick and powerful talons under it, and on the side of its neck there was a small wooden tube tied to it with a thin silk thread.

In the middle of the night, the falcon reached near a barren mountain not far north of San Marino, and then fell sharply towards the top of the mountain.

A stout arm covered in black iron armor was raised, just in time to catch the falling falcon, and the owner of the arm had a well-trimmed beard, which was none other than the Saxon terror bandit ---- Blackbeard.

In the moonlight, Blackbeard's eyes glowed sharper than Hawkeye's, and he reached out his right hand and pinched the falcon's back, pinched the small wooden cylinder, opened it, and pulled out the stationery.

A small bandit leader next to him hurriedly raised the torch, and the firelight was a little flickering under the mountain breeze, but it was enough to illuminate the contents of the letterhead.

After reading it, Blackbeard shook his big hand, held the letter paper in his hand and crumpled it into a ball, then rubbed it vigorously a few times, spread his hand, and the paper was broken into pieces of paper, which gradually fluttered and drifted away under the blowing of the wind.

"Those idiots...... It's not easy for us to get here, and even if Eugen was alert in advance, he wouldn't be able to escape...... The fate of death! Blackbeard's deep voice accompanied by the night wind spread through the valley, calm, yet chilling.

In the valley below, a scimitar shone shone seemed to cover the ground like a cold ice and snow under the light of the moon.

The sound of human breathing, accompanied by the occasional neighing of war horses, formed a surging tide, and in this small valley, there were exactly five hundred horseback bandits. This force is enough to form the backbone of a medium-sized campaign. Wherever they appear, it will bring real bloodshed.

The Blackbeard bandits have come out of the nest at this moment, and with the help of some hidden channel, they have crossed most of the land of the Holy Roman Empire, from the northern border to this small valley at the southern end of the empire.

The killing machine gradually spread.

The Blackbeard bandits are ready to strike a fatal blow for hundreds of miles at any time. They are like a seasoned hunter, waiting patiently and quietly, and will never show their edge easily until the last moment.

As a result, they waited for five days.

Eugen spent five days in San Marino, more than twice as many as he had planned.

The escort team was also very cooperative, after all, Eugen was assassinated, although he was not injured, but he was a little frightened, and it was reasonable to rest for two more days.

The soldiers of the escort team also had a good rest these two days, and they went in and out of the streets of San Marino every day, enjoying delicious food and wine, as well as all kinds of comfortable services.

Eugen even took out some Kild gold and gave them to the soldiers to enjoy themselves in the city, which earned Eugen a reputation for generosity.