Cold, shaky...... Well, in fact, all Horn felt was the cold touch of the floor, and by the time he regained consciousness, there were already two more mysterious men in front of him, each with their faces covered.

Without thinking, Horn came to the conclusion that he and his companions must have been attacked by these two men and left them unconscious.

After struggling, Horn was now tied up in a piece of twine, and the part that opened his mouth was unable to speak because something was stuffed into his mouth.

Rolling his gaze, Horn noticed that the Night Watchman who had been traveling with him was lying on the wall, but he was not tied with hemp rope like himself, as if he had been questioned by mysterious people before.

It is not known if he is still alive.

Horn couldn't help but have this thought in his heart, if the mysterious person would only knock himself unconscious after asking for information, then it didn't mean that he couldn't cooperate with the other party as much as possible during the questioning, although Horn was satisfied with the salary paid by the current lord, but this money was not enough for him to die for the lord.

To put it mildly, Horn still has elderly parents and a wife who has just passed through the door, so he naturally has to take care of his life even more.

Looking up at the two mysterious people's dresses, but Horn quickly looked away, knowing that the more people who are more likely to be killed, Horn still knows the little thing, so after realizing the mistake he made, he immediately corrected his own behavior.

However, in the first glance, Horn seemed to see that one of the mysterious men was wearing a mask not that of a normal thief or assassin, but a pair of black stockings for women was put over his head. If Horn hadn't been tied up with twine, he wouldn't have hesitated to distance himself from it.

We don't intend to hurt your life, if you're willing to cooperate, you'll be fine, I'll take the object from your mouth later, can you promise me not to scream later? The mysterious man with black stockings on his head walked up to Horn and squatted down, and when Horn always didn't let his eyes meet his eyes, the mysterious man in black stockings was stunned for a moment, and then nodded suddenly and said: It seems that you are a smart person, don't worry, generally speaking, smart people have a longer life. Even though I don't really like them.

Listen to the mystery man. Horn nodded, and on the other hand, he also secretly reminded himself to try to be as stupid as possible when answering questions.

The stuff in his mouth was removed, and Horn gasped hard. Then he asked, "What help do you need?"

Oh. Not bad. He didn't shout loudly. The mysterious man with the stockings on his head took out a silver coin from his pocket and flicked it to his companion with his thumb, and said with a little displeasure: I guessed it again.

Horn froze. Soon they realized that the two mysterious people opened a bet on whether they would shout after the object in their mouth was removed, which shows that the two didn't care whether they would choose to speak out in the end.

Don't think about it, I've put a soundproof barrier in this room, and even if you really shout at the top of your voice just now, no one outside will hear the slightest sound. Noticing Horn's doubts, the mysterious man with stockings on his head kindly solved Horn's doubts, and then shrugged his shoulders again: "I'm done answering your question, now it's time for you to answer mine, I won't have anything to do with you, you just need to tell me where the lord's bedroom of this castle is, and how to get there."

Lord's bedroom? Horn's expression froze again, and he asked in a trembling voice, "You can't be here to assassinate the lord, are you?"

Judging by their dress, the two mysterious men are either thieves or assassins, and recalling that not long ago, the night patrol companion mentioned that thieves will not go to the remote countryside to steal, and it is very likely that these two people were the killers who received a reward and came to assassinate the lord.

Since he planned to cooperate, Horn did not feel the slightest guilt about betraying the lord, but considering that the other party was a murderous assassin, Horn couldn't help but worry about whether he would be killed after being used.

I know what you're thinking, don't be so nervous, we won't assassinate the lord today, let alone kill him, after all, the death of someone in the castle will always cause the lord to be tightened. The man in stockings clasped his hands around his chest and tilted his head sideways to think for a while: But you shouldn't run to tell the lord afterwards, right?

Horn shook his head from side to side without hesitation, what are you kidding, my life is still in someone's hands at this moment.

Then it's settled, you show us the way, and then pat your ass and go home to sleep.

Hey, don't say yes to people like that. The mysterious man wearing the black mask was probably dissatisfied with the referee of the man in the stockings, and interjected from the side: It is safer to knock him unconscious first after asking the way, and let him go on the spot, what if this guy turns back and calls someone over?

No, I wouldn't do such a thing. Horn hung in the bottom of his heart, and hurriedly said after a sentence of defense: "But I think it's good to wait for the idea of knocking me unconscious after asking for directions, my only luxury is to be able to live, I don't want to know who you are, I don't know what you plan to do next, I just carried out the night patrol with my companions tonight, and we didn't show anything during the patrol."

Fabricating false memories? The mysterious man in the stockings scratched his head, and then pinched two suspicious sharp protrusions on the top of his head: "We don't care about the aftermath, you just need to tell us how to leave the lord's bedroom."

Horn was silent for a short time, and then spoke: Go up two floors, move along the left hand side of the stairs, and wait until you reach the fourth room at the end of the corridor and turn left, but don't blame me for not reminding you, the people in charge of the upper floors are not us night watch soldiers who will move around, but the personal guards of the direct lord, and their combat effectiveness is not the same level as us ordinary soldiers.

You don't have to worry about these superfluous things, now we're probably going to trouble you to get some more sleep, and if we check that you're pointing in the wrong direction, then it won't be long before you wake up.

But if it's wrong, you're probably going to have to wake up. The mysterious man in the black mask complemented the words of the man in the hood and stockings.

Horn nodded in understanding, then led his neck to kill.

After waiting for a moment, Horn's expected shock never appeared, so he looked up again in doubt.

Hit the back of the neck? No, no, no, I wouldn't use such a crude approach. The man in stockings shook his index finger and removed a dark gray object from a small bag that had been placed aside.

The dark gray object gradually approached, and Horn suddenly had a strong sense of crisis, and before the dark gray object leaned in front of him, a foul smell that almost destroyed Horn's sense of smell hit first.

I picked it up when I was passing by the laundry, and its source is supposed to be from some soldier who hasn't changed his socks in days, and now we're going to shove it into your mouth to make you unconscious.

Horn swallowed his saliva and forced himself to calm down: Give me a Jianyi, can you use a rough way to make me faint?

Of course not, I went to get this pair of stinky socks to play this stalk, since your companion has already eaten the left sock, in order to let you advance and retreat together, you can obediently eat this right sock! The man in stockings forced himself open Horn's mouth with his left hand, and said softly like a demon's whisper: "Remember my name, I am Batman, the guardian of Gordon City."

Before the sock was in his mouth, Horn felt that he was on the verge of collapse, and at the last moment of consciousness, Horn asked with a strong spirit: What about your companion?

He's Robin, but you can call him Wonder Boy.

Feed! The mysterious man in the black mask couldn't hold back and shouted: Why does my nickname sound so like a follower?

Oh, because I'm Batman.

At this point, Horn finally passed out completely.

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Throwing the two patrol soldiers who had fallen into a coma together, I took off the blindfold and wiped the smell on my hands with the law, not that I wanted to complain, but the owner of this pair of socks must have not changed his socks for at least half a month, not only did the mold clumps on it, but even the hole in his thumb was not repaired.

The two of them are pointing at the same location, so we can preliminarily rule out the suspicion that they are pointing to a room at random. Lucario leaned against the wall, the silence seemed to be due to the fact that he was busy simulating a route map in his head.

So are we going to go straight through? I pinched the blindfold in the palm of my hand, fortunately the divine fire would not burn the objects that exist in reality, otherwise there would be no need for me to continue wearing the Batman hood.

You said you fought with the lord's guards, and then fought all the way to the room to cut off the lord's head lying on the bed and then drifted away? It was a bit of a sarcasm to listen to the literal meaning, but Lucario was in an excited tone at the moment, and if I had nodded, maybe Lucario had really drawn his sword and pushed it flat like a bulldozer.

I don't think it's difficult to put it into practice, but I just got a new piece of information this morning. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to share the message I got from Beatrice with Lucario: Fino and Sharptooth Lori, their lord daddy, didn't seem to hang up, but cheated to death.

Fraudulent death?

Yes, maybe the family didn't fall out from the beginning, and Fino's outflow was just part of the plan. I said this and spread my hands at Lucario: the details are yet to be verified, but it probably won't take much time, after all, we are only two stories away from the current lord who holds the secret.

Then I had to give up the plan to fight for the time being. Lucario said with some regret: "Untie the hemp rope that binds the two soldiers, and let's go back and climb up the wall." (To be continued!)

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