There was chaos in front of the door of the Diaz mansion, and the guard who had had his arm cut off screamed and then passed out and lost consciousness. The rest of the guards were like furry cats, and they all raised their spears and aimed them at the executioner, Garrison the Vulture Knights, the deputy head of the Knights of the Dawn.

Several pedestrians nearby all screamed and ran away when they saw such a horrific scene, and the doors of some houses not far away were also slammed shut.

"Tell the Earl!" A guard who looked like a leader dragged the severed-arm guard back by the collar as he turned his head and yelled at the guard next to him.

"No, I'll go to him myself. Garrison wipes the blood from his sword with a cloth, a grim smile on his lips. Then he raised his sword and pointed to the mansion of the manor not far away and said: "The murderer Russell should be inside, everyone rushed in and wanted to catch him alive!"

With Garrison's order, the horses neighed behind him, and the cavalry rushed towards the Diaz Manor Mansion with swords in hand.

The continent of Raffrey has been peaceful for more than three hundred years, but the Knights of the Dawn still maintain the size of thousands of people. The Knights of the Dawn are the most elite troops in Akrand, and the more than 100 hoplites here are the best of the best.

Although Russell was the head of the Knights of the Dawn a day earlier, the Knights of the Dawn were known for their unity and loyalty, and most of them fought to protect the entire kingdom, and obedience was the most basic requirement. At this time, Russell was no longer the commander of the regiment, or even a knight, but a criminal, so most of the knights did not hesitate, and even secretly rejoiced in their hearts. During Russell's tenure as commander, the cavalry, the most elite troops in the kingdom, were paid just over one gold coin a month, thanks to Russell's obnoxious integrity.

The manor guards had seen the cruelty and savagery of the cavalry leader, and the disparity in numbers made it impossible to resist. The iron gates were violently slammed open, the sound of horses' hooves was everywhere, and the dust on the road was raised. At sunset, the cavalry swooped down on the manor mansion like a pack of bloodthirsty beasts.

At this time, on the third floor of the Diaz Manor Mansion more than a hundred meters away, Russell stood in front of the window, looking at the heavy cavalry team rolling in, and his burly body couldn't help but tremble a little. Russell stabilized his emotions, slowly turned to the butler and said, "You take Madame and Miss to the top floor to avoid it, they are coming at me." ”

"Madame, please. The butler was a thin old man in his fifties, and he did not panic at all, hunched his body and made a professional gesture of please.

"Russell, what the hell is going on?" said a woman next to Russell who looked to be in her thirties. Her soft face stiffened a little, and her voice trembled a little with nervousness.

"Gillian, it's nothing serious, you and Grace go to the top floor for a while, and I'll go look for you when it's over. Listening to the clear sound of horses' hooves downstairs, Russell was anxious, but he still pretended to be flat, and at the same time glanced at the old butler.

"Let's go, Madame. The old butler opened the door.

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Amid the rumble of horses' hooves and armor, the cavalry had already arrived in front of the castle-like mansion. In the ranks, a young cavalryman's eyes showed unbearability, but as a member of the Knights, he could not resist the order and could only advance with the team.

The cavalrymen stopped in front of the manor mansion and began to line up for repairs. A passage several meters wide separates in the middle of the procession, and Garrison rides through it and stops in front of a tall wooden door.

"You two teams, come with me. Garrison gestured to two of the columns, numbering about twenty people. "The rest of the people have fenced this place, and don't let a fly go!" he turned over and dismounted, drew his sword, and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

"Yes, Deputy Commander!" said one of the leading horsemen at the front. After saying that, he immediately realized that there was something wrong with the title, and immediately turned back to the cavalry behind him and said, "What are you doing in a daze, didn't you hear Garrison's words!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy armor clashing and rubbing in the team, and more than twenty knights in heavy armor slammed open the door and entered the hall on the first floor of the mansion with chaotic steps.

The heavy steps of the heavily armored knights made the floor tremble with it, as if it were about to collapse the entire building. Garrison led the knights straight to the third floor, where he had been a few times and knew that Russell's most frequent room was his study.

Garrison doesn't see a single person until he reaches the door of the study on the third floor, which doesn't surprise him, but rather makes him feel a little bored. He gestured to the knight next to him, and the knight understood, and with a "clang", the retro black walnut door was slammed open by brute force, and several deep marks suddenly appeared on the surface.

More than a dozen knights entered the room in a quick and orderly manner, stomping the wooden floor with a clatter. There was a man sitting at the table, his long dark brown hair tied back behind his head, his hands crossed on the table, calmly watching the intruders.

"Tsk, master of Diaz Manor, former head of the Knights of the Dawn. Vulture Garrison walked in, saying in a strange voice. The study room is huge, and it is not crowded with more than ten people standing in it. Garrison tuggs on a chair across from his desk and sits down with a loud slam, looking around with his legs crossed, as well as the familiar figure at the desk, Russell Diaz.

Russell doesn't speak, but looks at Garrison like a statue, his eyes as cold as stone. Silence falls, and Garrison gets bored, and he decides to speed up the boring process.

"You don't think you're the leader, do you?" said Garrison, in a disdainful tone. "Crimes are punished as they deserve, and no one is exempt. That's what you often say, right, murderer. With that, Garrison laughed sheepishly.

Russell sat motionless at the table, his eyes getting colder.

For the next ten seconds, it was as if the lines of a drama performance were suddenly interrupted, and the surroundings became quiet and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Garrison felt a nameless anger rise in his heart, and he jerked to his feet, raising his sword upward, pointing the tip at Russell.

"Russell, don't be ignorant, you're a bullshit in my eyes right now!" Garrison said through gritted teeth, his face gloomy as if he could drip water. After a pause, he continued: "The king has personally ordered me to arrest the murderers of the four citizens of the Divorsk Kingdom, and I think you must know what you have done. We have known each other for more than a day or two, and honestly come back to Akrand with me to stand trial, so as not to suffer unnecessary suffering. ”

With that, Garrison thrust his sword back into its scabbard, and with a wave of his hand, several knights immediately stepped forward and reached out to grab Russell.

"Russell!" Just then, the woman's screams came from the hallway into the study. The knights stopped their movements and looked at Garrison. Garrison had already turned around and looked out the door with interest, a wicked smile on his lips.

The sound of thumping footsteps is getting closer. Soon, a woman with long reddish-brown hair ran into the study, squeezing between the knights with the hem of her outer skirt, and stood across from Garrison with a somewhat pale face.

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