Arold followed the young squire through the long corridor to a remote room in the castle, which looked dusty and almost impossible to inhabit except for the open door.

"What's going on?" Arold asked the young squire as he feigned surprise.

"Mistress Francis is in there?" The young squire blocked the doorway, cutting Arold and Harvey off their retreat.

"Do you think we're blind? There are no people living here at all. Harvey snorted coldly and said to the young squire.

"......" But the young squire put his hands in front of him, and was as silent as a rock.

"I'm going to see you, but that's what Lord Francis meant." A man's voice came from the inside of the room, and Arold and Harvey followed the voice, and saw a man wearing a coat embroidered with gold thread and a green cake-shaped hat, his eyes were brown, and his sideburns and hair were black, looking like a Roman figure sculpture that Arold had ever seen.

"Who are you?" Harvey said to the man with his waist crossed.

"Mars. Professor Titus, at your service. "Mars. Professor Titus bowed slightly, his left foot forward, and the fingers of his right hand tapped on the hat.

"Italians?" Harvey blurted out in surprise.

"It's not surprising." Arrod thought it was normal, Duke Hugues of Burgundy was also the guardian of Italy, and it was normal to have Italian nobles in his court.

"Oh? You are very knowledgeable. "Mars. Titus was slightly surprised, he thought they were just hillbillies, but there was no surprise on Arold and Harvey's faces.

"Professor, why did you come to us? If nothing else, we're leaving. Arold frowned, having little affection for the pretentious Italian nobleman, and he made a gesture to leave.

"Stop. You may not realize it, but I come from a famous family in Florence, where I own a lot of land and property, and my family's money cellar is full of gold coins. "Mars. Titus said triumphantly to Arrode.

"Oh, so what?" Arold smiled slightly, spread his hands and said.

"You. Hmph, you hillbilly, my family is close to Rome, if you want to get rid of your lowly status, maybe it would be a good way to go through the Holy See, how about interest? "Mars. Titus couldn't help but feel a little upset in the face of Arold's nonchalant attitude, but for the sake of his lover Francis, he could only endure it.

"Holy See?" Arrold hears this. Glancing at Harvey.

"That's right, as long as you help me do one thing, I can be among the upper classes, with the will of God." Mars. A smile appeared on Titus' lips as he played with his gold cuffs reservedly.

"What's the matter?" Harvey asked.

"I know that your medical skills are excellent, but after all, human life is controlled by God, and mortal medical skills are not perfect after all, maybe Her Royal Highness the Princess will be summoned by the Lord." Mars. Titus's face froze. He said to Arrod.

"You want us to kill Her Highness the Princess?" Arold asked mockingly.

"Do you think we're idiots? If we fail to heal Her Highness the Princess, the Duke of Burgundy will hang us. Our bodies will be hung from the gates. Harvey said dismissively.

"Don't worry, I'll try my best to intercede with Lord Francis, and the Duke will never blame." Mars. Titus patted his chest and reassured.

"Hehe, this is complete nonsense, let's go." Arold didn't believe the flamboyant Italian at all, and he prepared to leave with Xavi.

"Wait. You two lowly wandering warlocks, I gave you the best choice, and you dare to refuse, so don't blame me. "Mars. With a murderous look on his face, Titus pulled out a dagger from his waist. Holding it in his hand and shaking it, the bright dagger emitted a little cold light.

"Lord Mars, I have said it a long time ago, there is no need to say more about these lowly people." Three big men came out of the room, each of them was hideous and arrogant, and at a glance they knew that they were robbers of the house.

"Hmm." Arold glanced at Harvey, knowing that this was the rhythm of preparing to kill herself, Harvey shrugged her shoulders indifferently, she suddenly flicked her sleeves, and a cold light swept through.

"Oh." A sharp flying knife hit a strong man in the chest, and the strong man snorted, knelt down with his eyes wide open and died on the spot.

"How?" Mars. Titus was so frightened that he didn't know what to say, he didn't expect Harvey, who was the physician's assistant, to suddenly attack and kill one of his own men, who was not his best but was also a veteran of assassination.

"Wow." The other two big men angrily drew their short swords at their waists and pounced on them like wild beasts, and Arold immediately lifted the wooden stool in the room and smashed it at them, and the wooden stool smashed on one of them and the sawdust flew and stopped him slightly.

"Arold gives you the sword." Harvey pulled a long dagger from his boot and tossed it at Arrod, who took it and brandished it to block the attack.

"Well, these guys are so weird." Mars. Titus was stunned to see that Arold and Harvey were like a wind sweeping leaves, beating his men powerless, Harvey's dagger was like a snake out of its sheath, specifically attacking the opponent's vital weak link, and his bloodied men gradually weakened and fell to the ground.

And Arold uses the long dagger like a short sword, his every move is full of power, strong and unstoppable, and he knows at a glance that he is not an idle person, and it is impossible to do it without a long-term family inheritance.

"You, who the hell are you?" When Arrod's long dagger stabbed the big man in the heart and killed him cleanly, Mars. Titus felt fear, his voice hoarse, and he asked with all his might.

"Mars. Titus can't stay. Harvey looked at the trembling Italian, indifferently pointed at the blood-stained dagger, and stretched out his left hand to wipe the blood from his face.

"It's too late, the squire just ran away." Arold shook his head, stepped forward and kicked him hard. Titus' ribs, Mars. Titus let out a terrible snort, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground, this imposing-looking Italian nobleman turned out to be just an embroidered pillow, and his men could not fight.

"Whoa~~." Suddenly, the sound of chain mail rang out from the corridor, and six heavily armed soldiers appeared, rushing towards them with halberds in their hands, followed by the duke's son-in-law, Francis.

"Bold guys, you dare to assassinate the nobles, it's really fatal." Francis was dressed in aristocratic attire, with a green cloak gracefully draped around his arm, and a long sword at his waist, which collided with his crotch as he strode forward.

"Lord Francis, help me." Mars on his knees. Titus saw the rescuer, and a happy smile appeared on his face, and he quickly stretched out his hand and begged.

"Hmph." Arold tightened his grip on the long dagger and struck Mars hard with the protruding handle of the dagger. The bridge of the nose of Titus, Mars. Titus quickly let out a terrible howl and rolled on the ground with his face in his hands.

"Oh, my nose is bleeding." Mars. Titus cried out.

"Damn bastards, slaughter them." Seeing that his lover was injured, Francis angrily drew his sword and ordered the soldiers.

"Drink~~." The soldiers who heard the order immediately bent down slightly, stretched out their halberds forward, and approached step by step without the battle formation.

"Arrod?" Harvey clenched the weapon in his hand and nervously said to Arrod that even if they could fight again, it would be impossible to deal with six heavily armed halberd soldiers at once.

"Come here, Lord Francis, let your men stand down, or I'll kill him alive first." Arold took Mars. Titus lifted up, held him in front of him, and held the dagger to Mars. Titus around his neck.

"If you dare, if you hurt him, you will definitely regret it." Francis stared into Arrod's eyes, he didn't believe that a commoner would dare to hold a nobleman hostage.

"Oh, then you can try." Arold smiled slightly, and reached out with a dagger at Mars. Titus got a cut in the thigh.

"Oh, oh, God, for God's sake, Francis did as he said, save me." Mars. Titus cried out miserably, his face covered in blood, and he was stabbed in the thigh, miserable.

"No, I see, the soldiers stand back, stand back." Francis's face turned pale, and he hurriedly reached out to get the soldiers to retreat, and Arold took the opportunity to close the door.

"Arold, what are we going to do now?" Harvey gasped and asked Arold.

"Fuck off the idiot." Arold will Mars. Titus pushed into the corner, he didn't expect the other party to come so quickly.

"Who the hell are you? I bet you're definitely not a wandering doctor. "Mars. Titus said inaccurately, after all, his nose had been broken, and it was not easy to express it clearly.

"I'm still worried about your life." Harvey glared at Mars. Titus said.

"The only way to do this is to exchange hostages." Arold crossed his arms and said uncertainly.

"Squeak~~." At this moment, there was a creaking sound outside the door, and Arold and Harvey glanced at each other, and immediately threw themselves under the bed at the same time.

"Aggressive~~." After the creaking sound, there was the sound of wood being stabbed, followed by the smell of burning.

"It's a bow and arrow, damn it." Harvey said in surprise.

"It's the rockets, Mars. Professor Titus, it seems that you are not worth much. Arold looked at Mars with a blank expression. Titus said. (To be continued.) )