I still believe in the Marquis of Saya.

Roland finally made up his mind.

He didn't have the slightest direct evidence to prove Marquis Sayya's innocence, but conversely, Roland didn't have the slightest evidence to prove that Marquis Saya was going to be against him.

In this case, Roland chose to believe in the Marquis of Sayya. Calm down and think about it, at least when Roland met him before, Roland clearly felt that there was absolutely nothing strange about Saya, and he was not infected by the twilight.

He had been away from the Marquis of Saya for less than a few hours. If anyone could infect him in these few hours and perfectly introduce into the city the regular army that had been prepared long ago, or the large wave of regular troops that were heavily armed and identified, without alarming ordinary people at all, then this person was definitely not something that Roland could handle in a hurry.

Definitely not Edward. Edward didn't know Roland to this extent, and there must have been someone behind him, or somewhere he couldn't see it, who was manipulating everything.

But who is it? Professor? Farina? Or is it the Wind Whisperer?

Roland has offended too many people. For a moment, he couldn't pinpoint who was targeting him.

Taking a step back, if Roland was really unsure whether Marquis Saya could be trusted, then according to Roland's suspicious character, Roland's direct escape outside the city would be the best option. Because if the decision to flee outside the city is wrong, Roland has nothing to lose; On the other hand, if Roland rashly entered the Marquis of Sayya's Palace, which might be ambushed, it was very likely that he would not be able to get out.

Roland remembers that his current task is still (2/4).

Roland believes. If a person can use such a fine layout just to target himself, then he will never leave such an obvious way of life for Roland. Even if it's just in case. He will at least make some arrangements for this "what if". And this arrangement was completely foreign to Roland, who did not know where the enemy was. I don't know who the enemy is.

And now there are only two possibilities in the Marquis of Sayya's Mansion: either someone is ambushing, or Roland can escape. There was no other choice, but it would give Roland a rough estimate of the danger. There is no reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days, and it can be seen from the Tyrans Dam that Roland is the kind of character who likes to detonate hidden dangers in advance, and prefers to be sparse than to block him.

Roland knew in his heart that in terms of hardware ability, he was just a mortal. He does not have a high IQ and does not have a charisma of excellence. There is no invincible reaction speed, and even the combat instincts and political instincts are only just passing. His only excellence is that he always recognizes his own shortcomings.

What has supported him so far, in addition to the crushing of information and the golden thighs from the system, is only the ability to always choose the right path when making critical choices every time. If that's ability.

In other words, Roland was lucky. Lucky enough that Roland never regretted his choice.

- That being the case, Roland chooses to believe in his luck.

The third repetition - he believed in the Marquis of Sayya. This sentence is also what Roland himself told himself.

Since he chose to let Marquis Saya help him solve this incident, then Roland could not drag himself back on other options.

Now it's just a "long-planned misunderstanding", but if Roland really hurts them. It's not just a misunderstanding.

At that point, even the Marquis of Saya will be in trouble. If the investigative information that Roland brought back was not enough to satisfy him, then he would naturally not help him, but chose to push Roland out and pluck himself clean.

"Don't get excited. Take it easy...... Calm down......"

Looking at the menacing regular army in front of him, Roland took the hand of the red tree flower and clenched it slightly, and the whole person slowly retreated at a speed that was so slow that it would not cause misunderstanding. At the same time, it kept repeating softly.

The faces of those regular soldiers were extremely unkind, and they slowly pressed forward as Roland retreated. Roland's face became even more unkind as he approached the door. Some had already pulled out the swords of Caral from their waists. A glance at the past is quite intimidating.

Roland noticed at the same time that their lips were tense and their wrists were shaking. Shortness of breath. The whole person was in a state of extreme nervousness, but when they looked into Roland's gaze, they could see that there was not very good hidden anger - or anger that was not hidden at all.

Fear, and hatred......

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes rolled slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After his heel touched the wall, Roland jerked the wrist of his left hand hard, then immediately let go of his hand, jumped up and kicked backwards against the eaves, and flipped to the roof with the help of the reaction force.

"Arsu! Come with me! ”

Fortunately, Roland slammed his hand before, and Arsu instantly reflected it, flipped over synchronously before Roland's words fell, and then ran directly to a certain place with Roland.

It happened so fast - it wasn't even two seconds before Roland jumped to Arsu and disappeared from their view. These regular troops who besieged the City Lord's Mansion did not react at all.

After that, the people inside wanted to go out to chase them, but the people outside didn't know what was going on and wanted to come in, and the scene was chaotic.

"Alright, alright! Don't move, stop now! ”

A blonde youth shouted from the crowd.

Soon, the regular army, which had hidden their numbers, fell silent. The young man nodded with satisfaction, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the City Lord's Mansion: "Don't forget our vocation!" If the prisoner has escaped, let the city guards arrest him, let's see what happened to the count's house first, and see if the count is injured! ”

Under the command of the youth, several young men who were quite tall and strong by the standards of the Carrals came out with a pointed stake, fastened the stake to their shoulders with a special device, and then ran forward together in the sound of one, two, three, and slammed the stake against the gate.

After just three impacts, the thick wooden gate flew straight into it along with the rivets.

Suddenly, a heavy fishy smell overflowed from inside.

The shattered corpses covered almost an entire hallway. Internal organs, eyeballs, broken skin, and bone fragments were sprinkled all over the ground, but only flesh could be found, and the amount of blood was surprisingly low. The corridor of the main gate alone has at least three people's meat, and I know that there will only be more and not less inside.

Seeing such a miserable situation, some soldiers even vomited directly.

"Cheer up, everyone! If we also collapse, the inhabitants of this city will have no one to rely on! ”

The blond young man cried out as he patted a vomiting young soldier on the back, his face shining brightly.

With his comfort, the soldier quickly healed and looked grateful.

Then one by one they entered the fishy Earl's Court—to step into the consciousness of the underworld.

Behind them, Roland and Arsu stood on a hidden rooftop and looked at them coldly before retreating and rushing to the Marquis of Sayya's mansion.

And Roland spent an unusually long time staring at the blonde young man—(To be continued.) )

PS: Today's scheduled sending is inexplicably invalid, so the first chapter update is late...... Fortunately, I came up and took a look at it (~ ̄▽ ̄)~