In the dark of night, Gray crept into a small alley, bent down and picked up a stone and threw it against the window on the second floor.

A child pushes open the window in a daze.

"Ahh

"Yes, it's me! I need you!" Gray held out his hands.

"However, my mother said that someone was pretending to be you, and she wouldn't let me play with you. ”

Gray withdrew his hand in disappointment.

The boy said, "But if you promise to take me to battle!" I believe you are real!"

"I promise you!"

The child cheered with joy, then turned around and quickly put on his armor and jumped from the window on the second floor.

Gray grabbed him.

The black cat asked in a low voice, "What kind of helper did you say...... Is that them?"

"Yes. ”

"Oh my God...... In fact, if you need a helper, the guards may be more suitable than them. ”

"No, I want them, they're members of the Knights of the Silver Moon. Mutual trust between partners is the most important thing!"

Like a child abductor, Gray went from alley to alley, bringing out one child after another.

Soon, a large group of children in knight's armor had gathered around him.

"One, two, three, four...... Fifteen! Exactly!"

"Are we really not going to stop it?" asked their chief guard in the distance, even more sneaky guards.

"With what, with your fists, or do you kneel down and beg him not to do this?" said the chief of the guard, expressionless. Apparently numb.

"Okay, have you brought all your stuff?"

"Bring them all!" said the children, waving their fists.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the direction of the castle.

Someone shouted, "Baron Grey is running again!"

"What do you mean by 'again'?" the chief guard was confused.

A man dressed in the same armor as Gray, with a large group of mercenaries on horseback, whistled past them.

Gray saw little Jimmy sitting behind the man holding him tightly...... Oh no, should I say Jones.

Gray instantly understood what was happening, and of course, maybe not quite quite so.

"You wait for me here!, I'll be right back!" said him, and he got on his horse and chased him out at great speed. Before the guards could react, they had disappeared around the corner.

"What now?" asked the guard.

The chief of the guard was panicked, and could only say, "Now...... Keep an eye on these kids, he said he'd be back. ”

"Oh. ”

......

The sturdy horses galloped all the way.

In the blink of an eye, the mercenary group that "kidnapped" Jones had rushed out of the White City, ran through the fields, and rushed into the woods.

"Someone is chasing us!"

"I know!"

"Not the castle guards!"

Turning back, they saw Gray alone, chasing them on horseback.

"Is that idiot?" Jones blurted out, "Kill him!"

The mercenaries looked at the pursuers, then at the leader's armor, and instantly understood who it was.

After running for a while, the mercenaries dismounted. The man in the knight's armor picked Jones off his horse, took off his helmet and tossed it aside, revealing long brown hair and a fierce face.

"This is an extra task, and you have to add money. ”

"Come on, His Majesty will pay you. ”

"Hey, hey. It's good, Baron Grey, who can single-handedly take on forty-eight knights, is not cheap. ”

Jones stood expressionless, staring in the direction Gray had come from.

Soon, Gray was already ahead of them. The bone horse stood still, looking around.

The moment his eyes met Gray, the corners of Jones's mouth slowly rose, "Are you here to save me?" ”

"Be careful, there's something wrong with this kid!" the black cat cried out from Gray's armor.

The brown-haired man took a battle axe from someone else's hand, took a step forward and said, "Baron Gray, who can single-handedly take on forty-eight knights, hehehehe, guess why we chose to wait for you here?"

As soon as the words fell, a large number of people suddenly appeared in the surrounding grass, all of them were fierce mercenaries, all covered in muscles and holding all kinds of heavy weapons.

The brown-haired man slowly raised his head, smiled and said, "You can beat forty-eight knights, but what about two hundred mercenaries?"

The mercenaries quickly took out the harnesses, spears, and flying claws that were specially used against the cavalry!

"Take him!"

Countless talons beckoned to Gray!

All of a sudden, the claws snapped into the armor, and the Grelian men and horses were entangled in chains.

"Well, I heard that your horse is very good, is there anything else you can do now?"

Gray watched him silently and began to chant the incantation.

Yes, Triple Force, Triple Shield.

Under the gaze of the mercenaries, the bone horse moved, and dragged a dozen mercenaries who pulled him, step by step. Take it one step at a time, as if you don't have anything on you. The anxious mercenary tied the chain to the tree, and the chain was directly broken.

Everyone present, including Jones, was instantly stunned.

"What the hell is this?" the brown-haired man took a sharp step back, and a large number of mercenaries quickly built a wall with spears in front of him.

However, nothing worked.

The pikes can deal with cavalry, they can deal with a lot of things, but obviously, they can't deal with the lich.

The bone horse accelerated wildly and crashed into it without hesitation. The spears snapped at its armor.

In the screams, the spear array, which was still neat a moment ago, was trampled to pieces, and the mercenaries were kicked out one by one, or fell to the ground, wailing again and again, or slammed into the trunk of the tree, and lost consciousness directly.

The brown-haired man had already rushed forward with his tomahawk in his hand, but the situation was still one-sided.

A bone horse blessed with the triple power technique and the triple shield technique is definitely a nightmare on the battlefield of human cold weapons, if this bone horse can still perform the magical movement of Thomas whirling, it will be a nightmare within a nightmare.

Jones gritted his teeth and watched, the corners of his eyes twitching and jerking.

The bone horse rushed left and right in the middle of the crowd, sweeping everything. Everywhere it went, no one could hold out for more than a round under its iron hooves.

"Monsters——!"

In the blink of an eye, most of the mercenary group of two hundred people had been defeated by Gray, and the remaining half turned around and ran, running away without a trace.

The battle is over, as it has been done countless times before, and it is a quick one.

There was a large circle of mercenaries lying around, and some were even hung from trees. The wandering, abandoned horses walked around, but they were in the middle, clean. Only Gray was left riding a bony horse, still standing.

Oh no, and brown-haired men.

The brown-haired man also wanted to run, but he was targeted by Gray, and his legs were shaking desperately. Slowly looking up at Gray who was close at hand, his hand loosened, and the tomahawk fell to the ground.

Sitting on his horse, Gray gently picked his chin with the tip of his sword and asked softly, "You pretended to be me and kidnapped Irene, right?"

"Yes...... Yes. But I was forced, and it was the king who forced me!"

I don't know if it's spineless, or if it's really weak, the brown-haired man "plopped" and fell to the ground, crying loudly: "Please, don't kill me! Don't kill me...... We are the largest mercenary group in the Kingdom of Isaac, and we will ...... We'll all be at your disposal from now on! As long as you don't kill me!"

"I don't kill anyone, but you have to apologize to Irene. Gray rode past him and walked toward Jones.

"I apologize! I apologize! Hahahaha! I want to apologize!" the brown-haired man began to kowtow with joy, crying with joy.

"It's all rubbish. Jones reached out and snapped his fingers lightly.

In an instant, the brown-haired man who was desperately kowtowing froze, and the whole thing was planted, and he was silent.

Gray slowly looked back at the corpse lying behind him.

Not only the brown-haired man, but also the abandoned war horses around him fell one by one, and even the mercenaries who were originally just unconscious were all silent.

"Don't you kill people every time you fight? Anyway, I've had enough. You have to die here today. ”

As if not having heard, Gray dismounted, knelt down on his knees in front of the brown-haired man's body with his back to Jones, made a cross on his chest, and then, as Irene had done at the beginning, clasped his hands together and silently began to pray for the dead.

Wisps of black qi overflowed from the deceased's body, converging in the sky, and then injecting little by little into Jones's body.

"You don't seem to understand what's going on, and you still have the heart to pray for your enemies? Jones laughed slowly, bared his fangs, and said, "Why haven't you thought about what Jones, the so-called duke's illegitimate son, looks like? Is it because he is too young and inconspicuous? Don't you think that my silver hair is very similar to Irene? Do you really think that it is the king's fool who wants to annex the Duchy of Beshir? You are wrong, you are all wrong. Hahahaha. I am the key to the battle, and I am close to you! As a result, you actually let me wear armor to bask in the sun! You actually made me wear women's clothes to do laundry!"

All the black qi had been poured into Jones's body, and the magic was surging.

The green tendons on his forehead burst out one by one, the cloak fluttered in the wind, and the air swirled out in a whirlpool.

"It's me who really wants the Duchy of Beshir! There's no other reason than that I think a blood clan should have its own territory! And the characteristics of the Beshir family happen to be the same silver hair as me! You're strong, really strong, stronger than any human I've ever seen. It's a pity, I'm a Bloodline, a noble Bloodline!"

Jones roared hysterically, slowly reaching out a hand that ignited a thumb-sized, red flame.

"Hahahaha! I've killed everyone, no one will know what happened here today! No matter what, you're just a human after all, and it's impossible for a tiny human to win the Noble Bloodline! You should be honored that you can force a Bloodline to do it yourself!" Gritting his teeth, Jones said word by word, "Now, do you still want to be my father?"

"Do you mean that no one will ever know what happened here today?" asked Gray softly.

"Huh?" Jones was stunned for a moment.

Letting go of his hands, Gray slowly stood up, turned around, took off his helmet, and gently tossed it aside.

Jones's expression froze, his eyes widened, and he began to tremble unconsciously.

The clouds moved slowly, and blood-colored moonlight fell from the sky. Illuminated Gray's torso, illuminated the bone horse, and illuminated the bare skull. In the hollow eye sockets, two dark red soul fires were blazing.

The wind blew past him, instantly stained with wisps of darkness.

The moment he saw everything in front of him, Jones's expression was distorted.

Gray slowly stretched out a hand, and a cyan flame ignited on his palm. Yes, a cyan flame that covers the entire palm!

Behind him, the dead mercenaries and war horses struggled to tear the flesh and stood up, the picture was bloody and terrifying, not suitable for children.

An army of the undead has been quietly formed!

"Witch ...... The lich ——!" moments later, Jones screamed.

"I'm sorry, your dad is your dad after all!" the black cat smirked.