Shortly after hitting the road again, the wagon went around into the woods, and Sherlock threw the bag of food on the side of the road.

In this age of starvation, food is of course very important, not to mention the expensive meat - this bag adds up to five silver coins, enough for half a month's food for an ordinary person.

Of course, this is a shameful waste, and some churches even have a special chapter in the Holy Scriptures that condemns the sin of wasting food. Sherlock could only confess verbally first—at most, he would run to the temple and donate money after everything was settled.

Although Luo Ming's presence effectively deterred Xiaoxiao, no one came to send him to death again. But who knows if someone will do it secretly.

The time they waited in the White Dolphin Tavern was completely enough for the enemy to spot them and then poison the food.

Even if it's a 1 percent chance, you can't ignore it. If you have to bring this food to the car, you hope to paralyze the enemy and make them feel that the precautionary psychology here is not enough, even if it is a little misleading.

As for the food that could be eaten on the rest of the journey, it was the spot that Grant and the coachman sold in another shop: a large bag of bread and two large pieces of bacon.

There is still a day and a half left on the journey, and although the quality of the food is average, it is better to be safe. After this time, you will be able to eat a serious meal in Sherlock's own territory.

This time, however, Sherlock appeared on his own initiative and booby-trapped an Assassin. There is a high probability that a second wave will come to attack.

Luo Ming, Sherlock, Granty, and the spirit-like Aya behind them discussed together, and they could basically guess the routine on the other side.

Since they had bought a lot of supplies in the town, there was no doubt that the group of four would not enter the human settlement to rest in the future for the sake of safety.

Then there are only two ways to attack, one is to block the road, and the other is to wait for Sherlock to return to the territory before plotting.

Now that Sherlock is alert and has hired powerful bodyguards, the second one will not be completely sure of success.

Comparing hearts to hearts and substituting them into the enemy's perspective, Luo Ming believes that it is very possible to put a team of people on the road to wait for work, and then disguise the scene as a bandit to rob afterwards.

The first is that it is not surprising that bandits occasionally appear, and the second is that even if someone suspects, it is difficult to investigate the truth of the incident.

As the next afternoon ticked by, Sherlock, who was a little groggy and groggy, suddenly felt his body being shaken by a hand, and faintly heard some noisy noises.

It's like waking up lazily in a castle and the servants are walking around preparing lunch.

“...... Brother?" he snorted softly.

Seeing that he still seemed to be sleepy, Luo Ming tugged at his cheek slightly—it felt unexpectedly soft and smooth, but now was not the time to think about it.

"Sherlock, an enemy is coming, be prepared to defend yourself!

Of course, they'll have to survive me first!"

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Taking off his helmet and handing it to his men next to him, the knight in plate armor sat gracelessly on the trunk of a fallen tree, wiping his sweat as he drank the beer in his skin.

Although the apprehension in his heart was suppressed by the rich rewards that he might get from making meritorious contributions to his master, he still felt a little tired after staying here for a long time, wearing armor and holding weapons all the time.

Of course, he is not a real knight, although he has been trained by knights, but there are many young people like him who have never had the opportunity to become a real knight in their lives, and can only be a servant, a substitute for the knights.

Now, there is a precious opportunity in front of him, even if he risks committing a crime and killing a noble heir, he will not hesitate to fight - if he fails to kill and is escaped by the young master, he will definitely be arrested and hanged, and none of his family will be able to escape.

The plate armor on his body is actually in some disrepair, and it is likely to go wrong on the really fierce battlefield, but his master can only get such goods for the time being, and he still uses it to crush ordinary people.

Even if the baron died, the weapons were strictly guarded, and even if the master did his best, he only managed to get a very limited amount of equipment.

However, there are quite a few of them...... The knight thought to himself, although it was a group of bandits, so many people pounced on it together, it was enough to crush several people.

After another sip of beer, he couldn't help but take a sip - in order not to affect his combat effectiveness, this wine was only light enough to keep the wine from rotting, and if he wanted to get drunk, there was not enough wine in the whole skin.

As he was sighing, he suddenly heard a string of birdsong, which seemed to be a common thing on this forest road, but he had heard it several times in the past few days, and it was already very familiar.

It was actually the sound of spoons blown by the scouts sent out by this group of bandits, indicating that the target was not far away.

"The fat sheep is coming!"

"Don't eat it, wipe your hands and get the axe!"

Looking at the group of bandits who had quickly recovered order from the chaos, the knight recalled the lessons he had received back then.

With the help of his men, he turned on his horse, looked around condescendingly, and shouted at the crowd:

"When that kid is killed, the master will make me a genuine knight master if he finds a reason, and each of you can also share twenty acres of land, as long as you keep to yourself, all your previous sins will be written off!"

When I arrived, I begged my master to give me five barrels of virgin wine, and we drank it vigorously!

But if anyone dares not come forward and kill someone, I will swear to hang you from this tree by the roadside!"

The five neatly draped soldiers had serious faces, and without saying a word, they drew their bright swords and stood behind the knight, adding a bit of intimidation to his words.

Their task may be more than that of the warlords - whoever retreats will be the first to slash and kill, forcing this group of unorganized and undisciplined bandits to either kill the soldiers behind them and become rebels, or fight desperately with the enemy in front of them.

Obviously, even bandits do not want to bear the name of rebels.

Even so, it didn't quite stop the bandits—but the knight didn't care.

As long as they rush forward and are killed by one or two people from the other side, they can't help but move forward with resentment.

After killing the noble heir, he only held his master's thigh so that he would not be arrested and convicted.

After reconsidering everything, and realizing that there was no problem, and hearing the sound of horses' hooves approaching, the knight closed his mask, and after examining the sword and the spear at his waist again, he smiled a hideous and somewhat obscene smile under the mask that no one could see.

I saw it three years ago, Sherlock had a beautiful sister, and now she must be even more beautiful - when he killed Sherlock, he begged his master to marry her to him when he asked for credit, which just cut off the possibility of someone avenging Sherlock's boy!