"Puff ......"

The soldier's pupils dilated instantly, red and black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he leaned softly to greet him just now, but then he sent a dagger into the shoulder of his opponent at the softest part of his lower abdomen, and his throat muffled out broken words.

The other party is his old friend, along the way there is no less drinking and bragging together to pass the boring time, vaguely remember that he is a simple person who speaks the Lorraine dialect, farming is a good hand, the last topic of everyone before dying, or cheap saliva smiled and commented that the lord brought the plump chest of the female pet of the army, until the stomach felt a cold object straight in, and the blurred vision of the moment a few shadows that could not see the face clearly, ran from the darkness of the stairs.

"It turned out to be a shameful traitor......"

The last breath of life, as it swam out of the shell, the soldier thought.

"Clean!"

I gave a thumbs up approvingly to the nightingale who was wiping the blood of the dagger on the corpse, his head bowed expressionlessly, and he could not feel a trace of temperature up and down his body, like the sharp, but emotionless, cold dagger he held, held in the hands of his master, ready to stab at the invisible enemy.

"My lord, there is probably less than an hour before the next changing of the guard, you have to hurry, there are at least fifty soldiers patrolling back and forth in the corridors of the castle now, and we can't find out the enemy's movements, and we can't take Miss Cresentie with us at all."

"If you prepare a detailed plan, it will be a long time before dawn, once the enemy finds out that the young lady has been rescued, they will definitely be angry and search around, with the strength of just a few of us, it is basically an egg to hit a stone, my duty is to ensure your safety, and not let you act irrationally."

Nightingale listened to the movement in the hallway, and when he was sure it was safe, he whispered to me, and his keen insight immediately understood my intentions for coming here.

"But this nonsense of yours has wasted a lot of time, how to do it is my business, as your lord, just remember to carry out the order." I don't like the tone in which this man talks to me, as if he has known everything for a long time, and that others are just dolls who have already judged as you would expect.

"As you wish, sir."

The nightingale heard the anger hidden in my tone, and retreated to the side, hiding himself in the shadows that the torch light could not illuminate, as a good nightingale, absolute obedience is an instinct carved into the bones of almost perverted training, for an invisible warrior who will never see the light of day, perhaps only darkness can bring him a moment of security and presence.

With the key turned out of the corpse, I turned around several times in the obscure and rusty hollow, and finally opened the heavy solid wood clad iron door, the inside of the room was like a bottomless black hole to suck up all the light, and I couldn't see anything clearly, in order to prevent a passing patrol from discovering the anomaly on the tower, I didn't bring a torch in, and the naked eye couldn't get used to the light in the room for a while.

The palm-sized skylight let in the faint glow of the moon, illuminating the palm-sized floor, barely making it possible to tell the approximate location of the bed and table in the room, and I glanced at the messy straw pile on the bed that smelled of mold, and there was no one on it, just a bloodstained garment, and a long tear in the hem, as if it had been torn by force.

My heart suddenly tightened as if it was being grasped by an invisible hand, and every time I beat I was confined to a small space and couldn't move, as if a nuclear explosion was enclosed in a small space, and the violent shock wave repeatedly swept everything in the atrium.

Could it be that Miss Crescenty has already been killed?

This terrible thought arose inexplicably in my heart, and even I myself was startled and trembled slightly, but I didn't want to believe that I was too late. Am I doing it wrong? The beautiful and strong girl died like this, leaving only the bloody clothes that stared at me mockingly and sneered.

"Hehe......"

Just as I was going mad with rage and was about to rush out to settle accounts with the nightingale who had lied about the military, a hoarse, low moan staggered into my ears, and if it weren't for the wide enough pinna of my ears, it would have been difficult to catch such a small sound.

Following the direction from which the sound came, I cautiously walked to the bed, the faint moan like a gossamer, disappeared like its appearance, and I could not even feel the slightest fluctuation in the air, I stood still and listened for a moment, and then slowly crouched down and looked under the bed.

There's a guy here! But it doesn't seem to be very optimistic, I hurriedly dragged her out from under the bed, by the faint moonlight, the scene in front of me couldn't help but gasp, after so many lives and deaths, I still have a faint urge to scream and vomit, it seems that there are millions of ants crawling around with tentacles.

It's her! Miss Crescenty's face rushed down, lying on the cold stone floor, her hair stained with dust and a lot of inexplicable dirt, like melted and spoiled chocolate ice cream in the refrigerator, disgusting and tangled, but the most shocking thing was her slender and white back, which had long since ceased to exist, and appeared in front of me a bloody back, or rather a mass of rotten flesh that did not distinguish the shape.

The entire skin had been peeled off with a knife, revealing tangled blood vessels and fatty tissue turned outward, and a small beetle, unnamed, unable to move from the dried blood scab, was desperately struggling with its tiny hind limbs.

I was enraged! But in the midst of this anger, I suddenly became calm and terrible, as if my heart had been taken away and would not beat, and naturally there would be no hysterical roar or venting, but I silently took off my cloak, wrapped Miss Crescenti's bare upper body, tried not to touch the nerves that were still trembling slightly in the flesh, and gently dragged her with my two arms, and walked out step by step firm and heavy.

The soldiers outside turned their heads when they heard the voice, and saw me coming out with a man in their arms, and they were all speechless in surprise, but the nightingale, who was hiding in the shadows, quietly walked behind me, and stood silently with his hands down, he had already guessed that I would rescue Miss Crecenti once he saw her miserable condition, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"Why are they doing this?"

I tried not to touch the wound that had not yet healed, and used all my strength to hold the stiff body in my arms, and asked slowly in the same tone as usual, "Tell me who it is." ”

Nightingale nodded, and told him everything he knew: "It is said that Miss Crescenti is carrying the secrets of their family for thousands of years, and it is a treasure that God will blush, and for thousands of years the treasure map has only been tattooed on the backs of the purest maidens in the family, because they have been blessed by God to make the paint of the drawing work with the body. ”

"On the night of Easter every whole century, the lines on it can only be read by the light of the full moon, and if it is unfortunate that it is a rainy day, then we will have to wait another cycle, and the big man behind it, who seems to have come for this map, has ordered the whole skin of Miss Crescenty's back to be cruelly peeled off."

"Say no more!"

I raised my voice suddenly, the echoes of rage echoing between the walls of the corridor repeatedly and infinitely amplified, and the soldiers nervously watched the movement of the stairs for fear of alarming the enemies below, and the scene was so quiet that they could hear a pin drop on the ground, and they did not understand why I was so angry.

"My lord, we can't take her away, such a big living person can't mix with the patrols in the corridor, you're putting yourself in danger!"

Nightingale motioned for everyone to be calm, and approached me and reminded me in a low voice: "Don't be rash, this is the first thing you said when you met us secretly, you must remain absolutely calm at all times, and scrutinize thoroughly with a vision that is out of the way, otherwise you can only be burned to ashes by raging anger!" Have you forgotten these philosophical proverbs? ”

"Of course, I remember what I said, but I also said that you must be flexible when encountering problems, and you can't stick to the rules, otherwise you can only die on the hurdle that ordinary people can't get around in their lifetime, and let yourself become an ordinary person, and the living can't be suffocated by urine."

I controlled my trembling arms and walked down the stairs step by step, the soldiers already out to explore the way, carefully searching for possible dangers.

Walking down the tower, a group of enemies had just patrolled past, and the nightingale was keenly aware of the situation in advance, and asked everyone to hide under the corner of the stairs, and when the enemy had gone away, I stood up with the support of the people around me, and commanded with palpitations:

"You take one person back to dispose of the body first, if someone comes to change shifts, try to make up nonsense and deceive them, if you can't kill them directly, try to delay the time until tomorrow day, I will take the rest of the people to the chapel on the second floor to find Father Djokovic, there is a secret passage leading to the stable, if the matter is revealed, you can escape from here, just wait until dawn, our men will attack, and then there are many opportunities for the rebels to take advantage of."

The nightingale saw that I had made up my mind, so I had no choice but to accept this errand, and pick a soldier who spoke with an accent closer to the Low Countries, and seemed to be a little smarter, and returned to the tower with him, while I took the remaining three soldiers and walked lightly to the second floor of the castle.

God forbid! That's all I can say about my good fortune, dodging several enemy patrols along the way, and drunken knights who helped each other back to their rooms to rest.

I was almost at the limit of my body, completely unconscious in both arms, and I supported myself with my will, holding Miss Crescenti, who seemed to be getting heavier and heavier in my arms, soaked with sweat like running water, and then wet after drying my body temperature, and even then, I never thought of leaving her alone.

During this time Miss Crescenti seemed to have woken up, and a subtle feeling of communion made me notice her changes, and her snort was somewhat unnaturally aggravated, and it was evident that she was surprised to find that she was being held in my arms, but she did not dare to make any noise, and in fact her body was so weak that she could not make even the simplest movements, and could only remain honestly motionless, and pretended not to be awake.

(End of chapter)