The remaining two soldiers watched as their fallen comrades spurted blood from their necks and struggled to die, then their eyes widened and they fell to their knees, begging for Robert's forgiveness.

Robert flicked his broadsword, and the blood on the blade of the sword immediately slid down the smooth blade without stopping.

The cold and murderous sword light shone on the faces of the two innocent soldiers, and he walked to the bedroom door, closed the door, locked it, and continued to ask, "What do you see?" ”

The second soldier put down his round shield and infantry sword, hugged his head and cried, "Forgive me, I didn't see anything. I have a wife and two children, and my eldest son is going to join the Earl's army this year, and he says that his greatest dream is to fight for the Earl. But my daughter is still young, only 6 years old! I'm going to raise her well and grow up! ”

Robert sighed and asked, "Tell me the names of your wife, son, and daughter." ”

The soldier seemed to realize something, bowed his head in despair, and told Robert the names of his wife, son, and daughter.

Robert nodded, and with a sword, he slashed the soldier's throat.

Looking at the bloody corpses of the two comrades, the third soldier cried bitterly and hugged Robert's legs, wailing: "My lord, I... I'm illiterate, I'm really illiterate, I don't know what's written on the wall! ”

Robert kicked the other party away and said lightly: "But you should have heard it, the first soldier read the words on the wall before he died." ”

The man was stunned.

"I hate people who take me for a fool and take me for a fool, and I want to make him a fool forever and ever."

Robert sneered, grabbing the man's hair as he spoke, lifting him into the air with one hand.

As the man struggled and howled, the power of the shadow spread along Robert's palm, turning into a black mist that enveloped the top of the other's head, and then along the scalp and skin, penetrating into the inside of the skull.

In a few seconds, Robert let go of his hand, and the man fell to the ground, rolling his eyes, snotting and saliva, convulsing, rolling on the floor, first crying, then laughing.

As Robert said, he has been eroded by the shadow power, and his brain structure has been fundamentally damaged, and he has lost the ability to think, and has become a complete fool.

Robert kicked the other man away and walked up to the old earl. Relying on his keen sense of smell, he smelled a hint of the girl's body fragrance.

"She's been here."

Moreover, in the old earl's bed, a hole was artificially chiseled, and the inside was empty, and it was impossible to hide people.

Robert looked around, at all the furniture that might be hidden, such as wardrobes, and cupboards, and began a careful search, but found nothing.

Where did she hide?

And at this moment, in the damp and dark underground passage, Belia covered her mouth, controlled her body, and tried her best not to make a sound.

The roof of the tunnel echoes with a faint sound of footsteps, and since the sound of footsteps on the ground can be transmitted underground, it is possible that the sound from the ground can also be transmitted to the ground, right?

Such a possibility also exists, after all, Robert... He's not your average warrior, he's Matthew's most effective thug, the most ferocious minions, and... A handful of guys that make Don Quixote feel jealous.

He has a keen sense of smell, and if he is not careful, then it is very likely that he will see the flaw, and finally be found and caught by him.

Belia clutched a scroll, the object she had found under the bed, there were many words in it, but the content could be summed up in a few words:

Make Caesar prince.

In addition, there is also an echo array drawn inside, of course, Belia does not have any knowledge about the magic array, and because there is no magic power, the array cannot be activated, so naturally she does not know that the array has the function of recording and broadcasting, but she knows that just the literal content in it is enough to bring a huge blow to Matthew.

Caesar is the only legitimate earl, and Matthew, not.

In any case, she had to live, even to get this edict into Caesar's hands. Only by living can we bring down Matthew, a mad careerist.

…

Just when Robert was trying his best to find Belea, he suddenly heard a hoarse wail outside the door! The wail was so terrible that it was as if a demon was destroying their bodies and tormenting their souls!

Robert's gaze was awe-inspiring, and then he took the big sword and walked out of the mansion and returned to the garden full of golden wind and rain flowers.

The wails continued, each one as if desperate and terrified to the extreme, accompanied by the sound of swords slicing through armor, slicing swords, slicing flesh, severing bones, and Robert even saw several heads tossed into the air with a blood-colored trajectory.

And immediately after, there was red blood flowing in through the crack in the door of the courtyard gate, like a tide, pouring into the flower bed planted with golden wind and rain flowers. Under the watering of blood, the beautiful wind and rain flowers became round and full, re-erected, held their heads high in the wind, and bloomed proudly.

Through the tall courtyard wall, Robert saw a banner with a painting of a bloody knight slowly rising, and on the banner was a gorgeous and heavy cross-spear head... That's the Savoy Banner Gun!

Gaudus... Did he also wade into this troubled water?

Just as Robert stared at the flag with fear, the courtyard door opened.

The door opened, and a thick blood mist filled all corners of the mansion garden, and a bloodied knight stepped on the blood tide and slowly walked in. His whole body was covered in blood-colored heavy armor, the Savoy spear hung from his back, and under the knight's strange warhorse, one mangled corpse after another, propelled by the tide of blood, floated at Robert's feet.

Those corpses were soldiers sent by Robert to blockade the Earl's Court, and now, they were all killed.

The knight tilted his head, because of the cover of the masked helmet, no one could see what kind of face or expression, only through the gap, he could see through the gap, the pure white soul fire as brilliant as the star was constantly beating, as if the knight was looking at Robert with an incomprehensible gaze.

Facing the terrifying knight, Robert couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

Don Quixote couldn't help but laugh, and the nightmare he rode down couldn't help but let out two blood-colored snorts, and kept hissing as if he were laughing.

With the echo of laughter, the continuous spreading blood tide also rippled blood-colored ripples, stirring up crimson waves, and the golden wind and rain flowers in the garden began to sway more violently, countless petals withered and fell, and then flew into the air under the blowing of the wind!

Who am I? Who am I?

Don Quixote takes off his helmet, revealing a terrifying skeletal face.

His upper and lower jawbones continued to open and close, and he said lightly:

"By your gift, I am Don Quixote."