In Gilberg's castle, a special celebration is taking place in an orderly manner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis celebration is for the upcoming big shot, Reriol.

The road leading to the hill was already filled with greeting processions, and Fast led the people to stand at the gate of the city west of Gilberg, quietly waiting for the guests.

A rhythmic shaking sound sounded on the ground, and outside the city, a team of several hundred people walked unhurriedly towards Gilberg. At the head of the list is none other than Rériol.

"Your Excellency, I welcome you. Fast honestly put his right hand flat on his chest and half-bent over to say hello. Poo, Jorleton, and Eluman, who stood aside, followed suit and gave etiquette. It was the first time they had seen a serious father like this.

"Fast, let's go in first, it's a bit windy outside. Leriopi looked at the gray Skyskin and rode on his horse without smiling. He was followed by a lord named Gebor Morven, who also had a cold look.

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Damn, I can't just stay here for the rest of my life!

Marcas had had enough of the job of a "sparring partner", and walked quickly on the second floor of the castle, he knew that today was the best time to sneak out of the city gate, but if he wanted to fool the patrols guarding the city, unless he had Fast's special token, he might not even be able to step half a foot through the city gate.

The windows of the castle let in the light, and Fast had already led the guests into the main banquet hall.

Marcus quickened his pace, stopping in front of a room at the end of the hallway. This is Fast's room, there is no guard at the door, and the door is not locked.

The god of luck is watching over me!, Marcus crept in. He rummaged through the drawer a few times and found the coveted token.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside the door, and more than two people could hear it.

Damn, what to do!! There is a gap in the sliding door of the wardrobe, so that you can see the movement in the room.

Marcas' palms were sweaty, and he cursed the god of luck as he prayed to it. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and it was roughly judged that there were three or four people.

"You please. Fast gave way, and Leliol and Gebor entered, and then Fast's personal knight in silver armor entered, and he lit the lamp, closed the door, and stood quietly in the doorway, like a statue.

"Old friend, it's been years since we last met... I'm here to discuss something with you. Reriol said with a smile.

Damn, I hope they don't spend the whole night talking here. Marcus knew that it would be time to lock down the city in a while, and even if he had a token, it would be difficult to get out of the city again.

"What a thriving city. Reriol lingered at the window for a few moments, then stopped, his expression intriguing, "Fast, now I want you to break your vow... And then be loyal to me..."

"Your Excellency... This—" Fast's brow furrowed, his face grim, "why break your oath... When I was enthroned, I had already made a vow to live in it for the rest of my life. ”

"The frontier cities of Nozer have all been loyal to me!This Gilberg, the largest, most prosperous, and most strategic frontier city of Nozer is no exception!" Rayriol's vicious nature was revealed, and he lifted Fast's neck and pinned him against the wall.

"Please, please stay calm!" Fast's face was sweating, "I'm the head of the Tirros family, this is too risky, I can't do this for the sake of the family's future!"

As he spoke, he looked at the silver-armored knight at the door, but was seen through by Rellior: "The future of the family, you greedy for life and afraid of death, even the king's silver-armored knight was given to you at my command, just to spy on you!"

"What do you want to do! I am lord of Gilberg, and I am enthroned by King Nozer himself!" Fast tried to break free of his hand, but Reriol grabbed him by the neck like pincers.

"This is your last chance!" Reriol looked at Fast with red eyes, frantically suppressing his anger, "For the sake of this city, and for the sake of Noze's future, I'll give you one last chance!"

Jebor, on the side, looked at Fast with a blank expression, and it was obvious that he was already on Relliol's side.

"You have reneged on your oath to the king, do you still have the dignity of a knight!" Fast grabbed the goblet on his right and smashed it at Rerio's head.

"It's your choice. Reriol stuck to it, stabbing Fast's heart with the dagger in his hand. A warm current gushed out and dripped to the ground along the dagger.

Downstairs, the main dining room continued to play beautiful music. Reriol gracefully wiped his blood-stained right hand, coldly kicked Fast on the ground, and looked at Jebor. Geborr nodded in agreement and left with the Silver Knight.

"You're not a smart person. Reriol blew out the lights, opened the windows again, and left the place as if nothing had ever happened.

The closet door was gently opened, and Marcus held his breath and cautiously walked out. Accustomed to seeing dead scenes, he was not frightened by the scene just now. He even felt sorry for Fast, who, as the man with the dagger had said, wasn't a smart enough person, and felt that he was sure he would survive if he swapped roles with him.

Descending the stairs, passing through the flower garden and the path, Marcus successfully exited the city according to his plan, and at the agreed place in the city, he saw the bald head who had been waiting for a long time.

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Following.

The people in the castle, except for the soldiers, all wore white clothes, and the six-pattern flag was also replaced with a white family crest.

News of the lord's assassination soon spread throughout Gilberg. For a time, the city was full of wind and rain, and people were panicked. Just last night, Lord Fast's wife went upstairs to look for him, only to find his body lying on the ground in his room. The Assassin is rumored to have slipped through his window and stole his exit token. Lord Jebor stayed, attending Fast's funeral, while Relliol returned to the main city at dawn after receiving a carrier pigeon from Cortland.

The elders of the family held a grand funeral for Fast on the shores of Swan Lake, behind Gilbergberg.

On the shore, the mourners, dressed in funeral clothes, began to mourn:

Today will be an unfortunate day for Gilberg.

The name of Fast Tilros will be written down in history.

He is the embodiment of glory!

He's a star!

He is also a hero of Gilberg.

His death was a misfortune for Gilberg.

Even more the misfortune of the great Noze!

He will always be remembered.

Our Heroes -

Our great lord of a city -

Fast Tilros!

The funeral offering was impassionedly read out in front of the wooden boat containing Fast's remains. The river was full of widows, sobbing as they watched Fast who was pushed into the water. The boat was filled with garlands, and he was dressed in neat armor and held a long sword in his hand, and he drifted away from the water.

A fiery arrow shot out and landed precisely on the boat. The flames rose, and the cry by the river was a little louder.

Eluman left the place the moment the arrow was fired. He walked swiftly towards the gates, nay, angrily.

The man who rescued him is gone, and the man who bandaged him with his own hands is gone!

At the soldiers at the gates, Eluman got the answer he wanted.