After learning about Boenigs' current situation from Arno, Arroyo said goodbye to each other after leaving a contact address with each other, and then found a nearby inn with Raymond, Tina, and Locke to rest for the night.

Bunigs' night was as peaceful as Arno's message to Arroyo, as the caravans had fled the city in fear, and the killers who had repeatedly targeted the merchants seemed to have temporarily put away their weapons and retreated into the shadows—as for the assassins suspected to be members of the Nightborn, only they knew whether they were waiting for the next opportunity to do so, or whether they intended to put an end to the horrors that had caused the people to be disturbed.

After the night had passed, the young thieves and his party began to make some preparations for the feast at the castle.

Since Arroyo's claim to be Baron Torrenster is undoubtedly a false identity, even if the others are kept in the dark, Raymond and the Young Thieves themselves at least know the truth. For this reason, Raymond took advantage of Locke's absence to go to Arroyo and offered not to leave Boenigs directly to avoid the risk of confronting Baron Singer.

Raymond's idea can't be said to be unreasonable, but Arroyo doesn't have his advice.

Although the thief youth himself is not a nobleman, he knows the rules of the game between nobles better than the future sword master, and knows that since his party is involved in the conflict between the security cavalry and the commoners, it is an essential process to meet Baron Zingler.

After all, Boenigs is also the territory of the other party anyway, and the fief of the nobility symbolizes the face of a feudal lord in a sense.

Arroyo was sure that Baron Singler's attitude towards the matter would never be "just leave it at that". If he did leave as Raymond suggested, he guessed that the real lord would also send his private soldiers to forcibly "invite" his group to the castle, which from another point of view would increase the probability of his identity being exposed.

Rather than that, it is better to take the lead, at least overwhelm the opponent in momentum, so that the opponent can't see through himself for a while. By the way, it is also convenient for the next plan of his group, whether it is to evacuate here or something else. - He thought to himself.

……

Thus, the development of the story continues along the expected track.

Arroyo claimed to be a member of the House of Doorion, a young nobleman from the Golantian Plain in the north of the kingdom, and the noble badge that Finn had given him was almost seamless evidence - and as for his so-called title of "Baron Torrenster", Locke also told him one thing when he learned from him that he was actually only a "noble son of a famous family without a fiefdom", that is, there were not many people who could really memorize the names of all the realms in the kingdom. This news somewhat emboldened the young thief who had no bottom in his heart.

The streets of Boengus are like a spider's web, and the simple houses of the burghers are built all over the periphery of this large web, and the baron's castle stands in the very center of the web. If you look down from the sky like an eagle soaring in the sky. You will notice that the streets of the city are like countless intertwined lines that converge in the center, and these lines all point to a blue-gray point where the lord lives every day, and the spires on it are as straight and strong as soldiers' swords.

Towering over the earth like giants, these artificial fortresses were almost exclusively military fortresses for human armies in the time of King Atrik, the ancestor of the Violet Monarch, who relied on the castle to defend against the barbarians and later to defend against monsters, beasts, bandits, barbarians, and rebels.

And now, the function of most castles in Violet is gradually dormant, but it is more of a role only to reflect the more prominent status, status and majesty of the noble lords compared to the commoners, and I don't know if this phenomenon is a silent irony left by time to history.

It's late afternoon. On the way from the inn to the castle, there were no surprises, Arroyo led Raymond, Tina, and Locke to the inner walls in front of the castle with the coat of arms of the Durion family, and after the noble private soldiers guarding the door informed them inside, Baron Singel's official invitation was soon delivered by a servant. The young thieves were then led into the castle by a group of noble privates—and a pair of eyes looked down with condescending indifference.

"Baron Torrenster...... The people of the Dourion family, I really didn't expect that my small territory could welcome such a distinguished guest. ”

Above the castle, behind a window. One was not tall, fat and had deep-set eye sockets. But the richly dressed brown-haired middle-aged man stood in front of the window with a sneer on his face, watching with interest the scene of the three young men under the castle walking into the castle with the little girl, standing gracefully behind his back with his hands in line with his body, and casually letting out a strange sigh of yin and yang.

The middle-aged man standing in front of the window and looking down was none other than the ruler of Boenigs, the nephew of Sir Sir Vernad, Count of Andorom, and Baron Singler. In the aristocratic circles in the southern part of the kingdom, this man who is not very competitive has a fattening physique, which makes his fat and short figure look a little funny, but those who are really familiar with him have long since dared not make fun of him because of his inner twist, jealousy, cruelty and cruelty.

"But if you think about it, why do the people of the Dourion family have the leisure to come to my poor country? What attracts them to the noble? The fat baron lord raised his hand to brush the curly mustache from the corner of his mouth, withdrew his gaze from the window, turned his head to look to the side, and replaced the sneer on his face with a face-painted smile, "What do you think, Frerell?" ”

Standing beside him was a slender young man with half-pointed ears and beautiful long light blonde hair, but somewhat emaciated.

The young man named Freir has the physical characteristics of a half-elf race, and his handsome appearance is not difficult to charm a young girl in puberty, but the pair of heterochromatic eyes in his eye sockets like amber and jade seem to be hollow like forever out of focus, and always inadvertently send a message to those who notice him, that is, he cannot see.

Frell looked into the darkness and relied on the intuition of the other senses to find the location of Baron Singer.

Under the gaze of Baron Singler, the handsome-faced half-elf man was silent for half a second, and then smiled at the baron, and said in a respectful but confident voice: "Please don't worry, sir...... The future has already told me that Baron Torrenster is nothing more than a general, cowardly, fond of evading responsibility, prone to compromise and compromise, and is not worth mentioning compared to you. (To be continued.) )