Suddenly, the waitress who was kneeling on the ground rushed towards me like an angry lioness, and the sharp blade in her hand shone in the cold light under the moonlight that penetrated the room.

"Whew!"

The blade pierced the air, and the sound was so poignant and resolute that I hurried back again, watching the tip of the knife skim the ends of my hair and the black threads fall.

I touched my forehead in a cold sweat, and my hands were wet: "Damn, who are you, why did you lie to me to come here." ”

Marilyn, or the female assassin codenamed Marilyn, did not answer, her once seductive eyes turned into a terrifying glow, as if she could tear me apart and eat me in minutes, she guarded her knife in her chest, and kept her horse at a distance of two paces, preoccupied with the opportunity to attack.

"Let me ask you again, who is behind you, and why do you want to be my enemy?" Knowing that the other person would not answer, I still shouted and asked, hoping to get a short respite.

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

The female assassin squeezed the words out between her teeth, her figure flashed, and she instantly leaned close to me, her dagger straight to the deadly point.

Am I going to die here? Between the lightning and the fire, I only floated through this line of nonsensical rhetorical questions in my mind, but my body was as unresponsive as a clay sculpture, and the other party was well-trained and moving, so that a rough man like me, who was used to wearing armor and slashing each other face to face, could not parry.

"Ahh

The screams were heart-rending, and I could imagine how hard the bearer had been hit, and I touched my frightened heart, and found that it was still beating stubbornly, and the menacing female assassin just now had fallen a few steps away, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding eye-catchingly.

Yes, it wasn't me who screamed, it wasn't me who was hurt, someone struck before the assassin could do it, and I was killed.

The beggar-king Houdini stood as unorthodoxically as he usually did, whistling lightly, his eyelids drooping lazily.

"Did I do something good?"

"Friend, it's just in time!"

Houdini's appearance was like a lifesaver for the drowning man, and I quickly hid behind him and said gratefully: "If it weren't for you, I would have died by the sword of this witch, thank God, you are really an angel from heaven!" ”

"Cut! Less nonsense! ”

The Beggar-King snorted disdainfully as he stared at the female assassin warily:

"You are a pervert who deserves to die in the hands of a woman, not to mention this kind of excellent appearance and figure, tsk, then again, do you still count the gold coins that are good?"

"Count, count!"

I nodded violently, don't talk about gold coins at this time, I have to give him all the gold mountains.

"Be careful yourself, don't get killed, catch you alive!"

The female Assassin sprang to her feet as we spoke, her dagger at Houdini's feet, her weapon of self-defense.

"Hey, which side of the mix, come out with a name!"

The beggar king shouted impatiently: "I don't know the rules for doing private work in my territory, and I don't know how to say hello in advance." ”

The female assassin glared at us fiercely, her already thin lips pursed more and more bloodless, her tense body was on high alert, as if she was ready to desperately protect the nest mother, she was trapped by me and Houdini left and right, and there was no way out.

"Think I can't do anything about you if you don't speak?"

Houdini grinned the corners of his lips without smiling: "I'm not a sanctimonious hypocrite, I will die like a woman in a hurry, chick, don't challenge my patience, and don't play tricks, otherwise you can only die a miserable death, understand?" ”

He had one hand in his shirt, looking like he was scratching an itch, but in fact he was holding some kind of sharp killing weapon, and the lightning that he didn't even see clearly with the naked eye came out to save me.

"I'll be able to make sure you're okay."

I tentatively moved forward, trying to persuade the other side to give up resistance: "Answer a few questions, and I'll let you go, how about it?" ”

The female assassin, codenamed Marilyn, gradually relaxed, faded from her violent murderous aura, and returned to the tavern hostess's style, tilting her head as if considering my suggestion.

Think about it, a weak woman, how can she be resolute to break the net?

I thought I had everything in my hands and waited for her to make a choice.

As the minutes ticked by, I slowly lost my patience, and just as I was about to speak, Houdini got up early to hold the limp female assassin who had fallen.

"Dreaming ......"

As she lay dying, she said weakly, not forgetting to defy her opponent even when she ran to death, and Houdini cracked her clenched teeth hard, only to see that it was black inside, apparently caused by poisoning.

"This is quite kind!"

The beggar king gently put down the corpse whose signs of life had faded, and smacked the corners of his mouth half-regretfully, half-jokingly:

"It's a pity that it's a stunner......"

I felt a chill in my heart, and sat down on the ground: "It's over, the clue is broken again, pirates, beggars, assassins, killers, one ring after another, everyone wants my life, why?" Houdini was stunned by my question, shrugged his shoulders and said he couldn't do anything.

"The tree is a big one, my friend, and I don't know how big your tree is." He closed the female assassin's eyes with his own hands, and threw the question back.

"With so much going on, how can I trust you?"

Houdini's cynical smile froze, and the invisible frost quickly froze every inch of skin, and he was angry, or, overwhelmed after the revelation.

"You're always just right when I need it most, and a female assassin with such agility isn't your enemy, isn't that suspicious?" Now that I've pierced that layer of window paper, let's open the skylight and say something, I thought to myself, and said even more aggressively.

"You're right, I'm an untrustworthy person."

Houdini spread out his hands and easily seemed to be doing stretching exercises: "According to our agreement, you give money and I will leave." ”

Letters popped out of his mouth, without the slightest warmth or emotion, like a formulaic printer.

"Ah, I saved your life again, this money has to be calculated separately, your rich cook relative should be able to afford it, right?"

The two words of the cook's relatives dragged on for a long time, and I was foaming at the mouth with a weak heart, and there was no way to hide what I wanted to hide.

"Don't worry, it's fair to pay money with one hand and hand over to others." I frowned and said this calmly.

After packing up the corpse of the female assassin, we walked out of the room one after the other, and the long alleyway was deserted, and the deserted wind passed by, except for the foraging crows staring at us curiously, making ugly quacks, and rolling their black eyes, as if they were witnesses to everything, clamoring to let the murderer leave the scene.

"Go find the servant waiting at the door of the tavern?"

Houdini scratched his dirty hair: "By the way, he's a heretic? ”

"How do you know so much?"

I frowned sensitively, and after a moment it dawned on me, "You've been following me, haven't you?" ”

"Stalking you? Please, I'm following my own coins, please figure it out. He waved his hand like a scoundrel and turned out of the alley first.

A person with too many doubts, I looked at his rickety but broad back with a heavy heart, and I couldn't see the true face of this person under the layers of fog.

Mushar remained loyal to the door of the tavern, maintaining rigid discipline while the other servants lazily gathered to talk about the world.

Of course, this does not rule out that his pagan appearance and strange accent are really unsociable, although ****** is an open city, no one wants to touch that mold, after all, the current ruler, the Duke of Normandy, is at hostility with the Saracens of Sicily.

When he saw me first, he looked past Houdini and greeted me directly: "My lord, you are back, please get on the horse." ”

Houdini staggered by, as inconspicuous as a real beggar, wasn't he just a beggar?

"You can go back, I've inquired about it. Let's go to find a partner who knows each other. ”

I tightened the reins, and the horse snorted irritably under his crotch: "Go back and bring a message to your master, just say that I am grateful for everything he has done, and if there is a fate, I hope to repay his favor." ”

Mushar snorted and wanted to say something, but his self-knowledge as a servant made him not speak, but just flashed out of his position and bowed respectfully: "I will bring your greetings, honorable lordship." May your gods and my gods bless you and go well. ”

"Goodbye!"

I kicked the horse's belly, and the mount took a step, and the money flowed into the bustling crowd, and Houdini, who was sitting cross-legged on the side of the road and picking his feet, squinted at Mushar, and staggered on his shoulders to ask for food, and began to beg frantically from passers-by.

There is no doubt that the town centre north of the city must have been the seat of the Duke of Normandy, and although I don't know if Richard was ****** at the moment, I had to try my luck.

The town center, which was expanded from the residence of the governor in Roman times, was the place where the oligarchs and nobles who ruled the area discussed political affairs, and it was also the place where the limited democracy of the common people took place.

After succumbing to the obscenity of the Normans, the autonomous town center became the stronghold of this group of Yankees, and after more than a year of continuous repair and operation, it finally became a military fortress with high walls and arrows, wide pools and deep waters, and a bright red background double lion battle flag waving in the wind. Take control of the coastal city at your feet.

Judging from the overgrown flower beds and clogged fountains in the square in front of the fortress, and the empty dilapidated houses and decaying wheels, this should have been the most prosperous area in the ******, with shops and wine shops lined up one after another, merchants from all over the country rubbing shoulders one after another, fountains with clear birds and flowers, women taking the opportunity to draw water and laundry gathered by the pool to chat with some parents, young boys and girls hid among the flowers to complain to each other, closed their eyes and listened, as if they could still feel the lively scene of the crowd at that time, but unfortunately now it has become a pillow of yellow sorghum, Yesterday's yellow flowers.

On the trestle of the moat stood two soldiers with spears, the strong figure peculiar to the Normans, it seemed that the spear was like a thin matchstick in their hands, compared to this unfortunate weapon, the wheel-like axe and thick shield were more loved by the northern warriors, and they were slightly dissatisfied with standing guard like a watchdog, a rough face wrinkled fiercely, if a chrysanthemum was placed on the side, the two would definitely not be like each other again.

There were few pedestrians in the square, except for the women who hurried by in turbans, and Houdini begged for food from the well-wishers along the way, and then randomly found a corner and swallowed it in boredom.

I looked down and rechecked my head-to-toe attire, and thinking that there was nothing wrong with it, I drove my horse to the trestle.

"Good day, gentlemen!"

With the painful lesson of being humiliated in the stinky ditch by the dog-eyed guards, I learned the truth that Hades is good at seeing little ghosts.

The two Norman warriors said lazily without raising their eyes: "Fuck off! ”

I don't care about you?

My anger rushed to the top of my head, but I couldn't help but continue to cheekily accost: "Please help me inform ......"

A Norman warrior spat on the ground and glanced at me impatiently: "It's polite to tell you to get out, don't kick your nose in the face, the Duke doesn't have time to see you." ”

"You mean the Duke is in there now?"

I happily pointed to the castle where the battle flag was flying: "Please also bother to report, I am ......"

"Can't you understand people, idiot?"

The Norman warrior who was talking to me was angry, and his beard stood up in anger: "A ranger like you who has no skills and still wants to eat together, eight hundred a day, a sissy little white face, can't even beat a male dog in heat, cut!" ”

I grinned in tears, it seemed that the other party really regarded me as a sissy like those embroidered pillows.

"Sir, I'm not a ranger, I'm a nobleman."

"Aristocrats? The I went to the brothel to, nine and a half out of ten said that they had aristocratic blood, less nonsense, and I was going crazy if I was so long-winded! ”

The Norman warrior cursed and clenched his fists, his joints clicked, and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so I wisely chose to shut up.

"Since it's inconvenient, then I won't bother, and one last question, do you know where the Nijmegen people are stationed? I'm going to try my luck there. ”

"You want to vote for the Nijmegens?"

Another Norman warrior stood up vigilantly and glared at me: "Rome is far away from here, and there are many lowland cowards on the Turin side, I warn you strangers, the Nijmegen are our enemies, and to take refuge in them is to be an enemy of Normandy, and sooner or later I will have my head off and feed the dogs, understand?" ”

He said viciously, gritting his teeth as if we had some kind of enmity against each other.

Enemy?

Nijmegen and Normandy became enemies?

The sudden large amount of information blocked the nerve circuits in my head, and I was stunned for a long time, and I was giving the Norman warriors a mocking mouth:

"Haha, scared silly? Do you have the audacity to join the camp of the brave? Go home and drink milk! ”

(End of chapter)