"I'm sorry, but my father has been unwell recently, so this time I came forward to receive you, and the banquet in the City Lord's Mansion has been prepared......

After the ceremonial pleasantries, Andrew said to Fred, who was riding along. He bowed slightly on horseback and apologized, but it was difficult to say how much sincerity and sincerity there was.

However, seeing the appearance of these people around him, he paused, as if he was preparing a sentence, "Maybe, you need to take a break first?" ”

Andrew didn't expect the arrival of Princess Samantha and her party to be so disgraced, and in his curiosity, he had already guessed some possible facts, but he resisted the urge to ask.

If something is not in the interests of the Collins family, then it should never be mixed in.

This is one of Andrew's always rules.

Without exception, he adheres to this rule perfectly every time.

……

From the south gate of Kartsas, cross the Wild Chrysanthemum Street, walk through a wide street, and then go around the northeast direction for a while, and you will arrive at the local castle lord's palace.

The moonlight is like water, the street scene is quiet, and the scattered red maple leaves fall lightly in the field of vision.

Except for the arrival of Princess Samantha, tonight was not a special day, as the cavalry of the City Guard walked in front of them to open the way for martial law, and the long streets looked unusually deserted.

Occasionally, the few pedestrians were shunned by the cavalry of the City Guard in gray uniforms. However, some of the pedestrians did not choose to take an honest detour, and they hid in the corners, occasionally raising their heads to look at the slowly advancing cavalry.

The "gray uniforms" are the city guards of Karthas, and they are all well aware. And some of the other cavalrymen, they noticed that calm and turbulent temperament, and also gave birth to some speculation-

Almost all of these rangers from Tarun had the strength of the first order, and they couldn't help but feel surprised.

"The elite of the army?"

In the dark alleyway on one side of the street, several suspicious figures poked their heads back and back, and one of them suddenly asked.

"It should be."

The other replied. If you look at it in the light, he is dressed very fancy, a loose cotton robe with colorful tassel decorations, a strong typical Malvei style-

In a country known for its commerce, such attire is usually seen on street entertainers.

However, the nights in Karthus were cold and lonely, and a wandering entertainer roamed the streets, which did not look like a normal situation in any way-

If he wants to earn some copper plate or Rael, he should go into the lively and warm tavern to perform some funny clown show or spread bizarre and funny stories from afar.

And the person who was talking to him also looked like a wandering merchant and peddler. He was a small, withered man, with a black moustache above his lips, and a basket in his arms—

The basket was covered with a cloth, and the contents could not be seen.

There were a number of such sneaky signs gathered together, they looked like characters with various professions, and in the middle, the one who caught the eye of these people was an old mercenary with gray temples.

A fine tan bearskin soft armor, with a long sword hanging from the left side of his belt—

The style of the longsword is very ordinary, not unlike the Elantra military-standard longsword that mercenaries are accustomed to. As one of his eyes suddenly opened, it shone brightly.

Beneath the raised cheekbones, a blood-red scar suddenly became distorted, making this otherwise ordinary face extremely hideous.

"Roses bloom in the night, beautiful but no one knows......"

Short poems were whispered from the mouths of these people, and their faces showed a look of stoicism and determination.

A small group of City Guard cavalry cleared the way far ahead, and at the front of the line were Princess Samantha, dressed in hunting clothes, Fred in light armor, and Andrew Collins in an officer's uniform.

"Mr. Congreve, the target has been confirmed, now do so?"

His eyes flickered in the darkness, and the "wandering artist" took a step back, his figure almost blending into the darkness in the alley, and he turned his head, but said to the old mercenary beside him.

"Wait."

The old mercenary's answer was simple, not a single superfluous word at all. He stood still, his whole body motionless like a statue—

As a bounty hunter of Pablo's Blood, he has carried out many assassination missions. It's just that this time the "Gray Vulture" Hunter Heinrich was not invited to join, which made this operation much more difficult.

The target, the royal family's "White Rose", Princess Samantha. And beside this young woman, there are two knights, who have become a big obstacle to this assassination mission-

Fred Wolfe, the eldest son of Savalen Wolfe and heir to the title of Earl of Taron, has the strength to be at the pinnacle of his office;

Andrew Collins, the eldest young master of the Calthas Lord's family, the leader of the City Guard, has entered the first level of awakening in strength.

If it were to fight head-on, even if all of them swarmed up, they would not be able to cause any damage to Her Royal Highness the Princess, so it was never advisable to act blindly.

They need to lure these two powerful knights away, at least, until Andrew, a man of extraordinary strength, leaves.

Branches on the moon.

After the bell rang in the distance, it was six o'clock in the evening. In the northland of the Elantra kingdom, the dark night of winter always comes very early, and the sunset seems to be unattached to the horizon of dusk, and when the moon shows its head, it will leave mercilessly.

Eve and the bandit leader, walking down the street one after the other—

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, Vera looked out through the door of the grocery store to see that the two "gray uniforms" standing at the entrance of the alley had disappeared at some point. The so-called all-day martial law is actually no longer worthy of the name.

For the order of the young master Sidney, the knights of the city guard, including Captain Leslie, did not take it too seriously-

Of course, in form, they did not disobey the young master's wishes. Wanted portraits of the bandit leaders had been plastered on the blank walls of the streets and alleys for hours.

However, at this time, Gross, who was walking outside, could not see his original appearance at all, and with the help of Miss Vera, his face was coated with a layer of beeswax, which looked a little burnt, and his chin and lips were also made of wool dipped in ink to make a messy beard—

When these shoddy handicrafts were carefully glued to Vera's cheeks, everyone couldn't help but laugh, even Miss Vivian, who was not smiling, couldn't help but laugh when she saw the bandit leader's makeup come out from within.

Gross himself didn't care about that.