The short sword in his right hand slammed into the knight's saber engraved with a line pattern on Fred Wolfe's gauntlet, making a crisp "ding" sound—

The sound of the two swords intersecting was accompanied by the griffon's howl almost simultaneously.

From the deep darkness of the night, the full moon clearly reflected the shadows of the two griffin knights.

Or rather, a hazy silhouette.

At this point, Congreve has determined that their assassination attempt has been a complete failure-

Although at this point in the battle, only one of their "Pablo Bloodstab" bounty hunters had fallen, and more than half of the guards on the princess's side had suffered casualties, it seemed that they had a fairly obvious advantage, however, the only target of this trip, Princess Samantha, did not seem to be able to be taken in a short period of time.

But they are running out of time.

The appearance of the two griffon knights, Congreve and Garfield, as well as the other six bounty hunters around them, all knew very well that they were by no means the opponents of the top classes in this kingdom-

The advantage of flying can even chase them down, if you can't choose to retreat immediately, perhaps, if you delay for a while, even escape will become a delusion.

"Mr. Congreve—"

A bounty hunter spoke, his dagger swinging slowed down—

Before, it could be said that the offensive was like a tide, but now, he is just subconsciously blocking and dodging the attacks around him.

"Retreat?"

His tone was flat, and by the time he said this, the other bounty hunters had already looked at Congreve in unison.

In fact, it is their common idea and suggestion.

That staggering amount of commission seems to be in vain, but although the silver Rael is good, it is not as important as his own life-

The bounty hunters of Pablo's Blood have an extraordinary thirst for riches, but that doesn't mean they're all profit-hungry creatures.

With a swing of his short sword, Congreve leaped backwards like an agile tanuki, and when he stopped again, he was seven or eight meters away from Fred and Her Royal Highness the Princess—

This distance is not a battle for their level, but at least, the previous stormy battle between the two sides can be relieved a little.

Garfield, the mustachioed vendor, quickly jumped out of the fight.

"Retreat."

His face was so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping water, and after looking around, the "old mercenary" Congreve finally nodded-

Her Royal Highness the princess was close at hand, but she had to be forced to give up. It was a very uncomfortable taste, and he almost clenched his leaky teeth as he spoke.

He slowly turned around as he retreated, but he stepped on a guard who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and almost stumbled—

Next to his boots, a moan of pain was coming from the young man's throat in fits and starts, as if he was a little absent-minded, but the exasperation caused him to kick hard.

Like a fluttering cloth pocket, the wounded guard was kicked high into the air by Congreve, and with a crisp sound, several ribs that seemed to be in the chest area were broken in an instant—

The young guard's mouth kept spitting blood that had congealed into crumbling foam, and his dark gray eyes were rapidly becoming dull and stagnant.

He's dead.

On his back, where his skin armor was torn open and flesh was blurred, there was a deep wound visible to the bone, and the rolled skin revealed pink muscles and fascia.

"Do you really think you can escape like this?"

A cold, crisp throat rang in Congreve's ears.

The escort followed Princess Samantha all the way from the royal capital of Elva to Karthas in Norgo, and although the two were very different in status, after spending the past two months together, Her Royal Highness still had a lot of impressions of this young man.

He was a boy from a small town near the royal capital of Elva, who had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday before this departure for the Northlands—

Princess Samantha remembers it deeply because this cheerful boy has an extraordinary fishing skill -

It often doesn't take too long, and with a simple homemade bait, he can catch a lot of fresh and tender white fish in some of the streams near where he rests along the way.

Not only his companions, but also Her Royal Highness the princess herself, all shared a lot of blessings under his fishing skills-

The white fish, which is abundant in the local area of Nogo, has a slender shuttle-like appearance, and is not only praised by farmers in the countryside and commoners in towns, but also by nobles.

But now this young man who likes to fish and talk is dead -

He died a painful death. At the last glance, under those dark gray eyes that were wide open, Princess Samantha saw that his mouth was slightly open and closed, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

Looking at his mouth, he should have called "Mom".

Samantha felt a deep sting in a softness somewhere deep inside her—

Her turquoise eyes were filled with moisture, her nose was sour, her eyes instantly turned red, and almost without hesitation, she left Fred's side, raised her long sword diagonally, and walked straight to the "old mercenary" Congreve.

Beside her, the bloodstained and scarred guards followed—

As long as the person who can stand up, they all follow closely behind the princess, maybe her appearance is not overwhelming, but at this time, the long hair and the tall back in the gray hunting suit are so fascinating.

It was as if the formidable enemies before us were no longer intimidating, no longer frightening—something was hidden in people's hearts, and it had nothing to do with courage, but a firm belief that seemed like a rock.

Such a princess, they are willing to die for it!

"Samantha."

Fred shouted behind her, the man feeling his fiancée's mood change - to be honest, if Princess Samantha were a man, she might have made a very good general.

The mere contagion of adversity was enough to win the heartfelt love of the soldiers and officers under his command, and to sacrifice their lives to fight because of it.

Gaze to gaze intertwine in the air.

Garfield saw the cold, but faintly sad turquoise pupils, and Congreve saw them, and the other six bounty hunters, and they all saw—

These are a pair of calm eyes without too many mood swings, but the persistence in them shocked them for a while.

They were surrounded by thirty or forty guards, including the lancers of the Northland Legion, the rangers from Talen, the guards of Her Royal Highness, and the cavalry of the city guard in gray uniforms in Karsas.

Different appearances, different costumes, but they have only one purpose.