"I came here to find Abt and Kath...... But I came too late, they were already dead......" At this, Kersmund was saddened and burst into tears.

"So you're a friend of the old couple...... Alas, they died in a fire, in an accident, and what a tragedy!" said Viramboye, too, sadly.

"No, they didn't die by accident, they died from murder, and I will avenge them and kill all those devils!" said Kersmund through gritted teeth, his eyes showing unconcealable grief, hatred, and a hint of madness.

Seeing the change in Ksmode's expression, Vilamboye frowned and said, "Young man, do you have any evidence of who killed the couple?"

"I don't have proof! But I can tell who did it! The murderers of Abt and Keth were with this group of assassins who did not see the light. Ksmerd said hatefully.

"There are many speculations about unknown truths, but there is only one truth of the matter, and if you don't have evidence, you can't be too sure of your speculations, especially preconceived assumptions, because you are often misled by yourself," said Veranboye. These assassins are evildoers, and I know that they belong to a being called the Eternal Night Union, and although I know very little about this being, I can be sure that it is evil. And the many sinful things that those who belong to it, in the past or in the future, or even in the here and now, are often made to be aware of them or unaware of them. ”

Viramboye paused before continuing: "If it weren't for the special circumstances of this time, perhaps by the time I found out that it was not appropriate to rush to this village, these cunning assassins would have killed all the people here, burned down the village, and walked away. However, even though this being, called the Eternal Night Union, is already full of evil, you should not impose some evil on it without empirical evidence. The night is dark enough, but you can't add a dull touch to it for no reason, even if it's not even a little bit of an effect. You have to hold on to a kind of justice in your heart, even for evil people or things, to measure it truthfully. If you lose this justice in your heart, maybe that's the beginning of your reversal of black and white. ”

Hearing his words, Kersmund couldn't help but be stunned, and then suddenly remembered a more urgent question, so he hurriedly asked, "By the way, why did you show up here in time with your soldiers to stop the brutal slaughter of these guys?"

"I received a letter this afternoon describing the Assassins' attack on the hamlet, specifying when they began and how many of them were many, and in which the informant told me the purpose of their attack on the hamlet: they planned to blame the Nords for this massacre, thus sowing discord between the Kingdom of Vegia and the Kingdom of the Nord and provoking war. Now, the Nord Kingdom is at war with the Svadian Kingdom, and if they succeed in provoking, it could easily lead the Virginia Kingdom to declare war on the Nord Kingdom. ”

"Who's this messenger to you?" asked Kersmurd.

"I don't know this, this man sent the letter in such a rude way that he shot the envelope at the gate of my castle with an arrow, and then disappeared without a trace, and my soldiers had no idea who had shot the arrow. However, my guess is that this guy has something to do with the group of assassins, and may even be someone inside them. Vilamboye replied.

"Thank you very much, sir, and your capable subordinates, for your timely assistance in saving these innocent people and saving me, and not letting me collapse in deep guilt. Eyemer said gratefully.

"Well, in fact, what you should be most grateful for is the person who told the news, without this guy to tell the truth, this village has been burned down, the villagers have almost been killed, and you will also bear the guilt, and become the object of their blame, and there is a great possibility of causing a war between the two countries." ”

Germund nodded, but did not speak, wondering who the messenger might be.

Next, the wounded soldiers and villagers, with the help of others, bandaged their wounds, while the wounds on Ksmerd's left hand and head were also treated and bandaged.

After the wound was briefly treated, Korsmoud followed Viramboye, clearing the battlefield with the soldiers and villagers, and burying the fallen soldiers and the Shadow Assassins who had been killed or killed by suicide. Sixteen soldiers were killed in the battle, and the corpses of the Shadow Assassins, including the Phantom Silver Assassin who was killed by Sensed, were thirty-five in total, and the only villager who was unfortunately killed was the poor male villager.

"Tonight, and beyond, I will be stepping up patrols and guards around this small village. In addition, I will write to inform the other lords to strengthen their precautions in their own territory and in the nearby villages, so that these men's plots will not succeed easily!" After Veranboye had said this to the villagers, he left more than twenty soldiers here to keep vigil, while he set off back to Fort Bruga with nearly twenty men, including the wounded.

Before leaving, Wiramboye called Ksmoud to him and asked, "Where are you going next? ”

"Thank you for the invitation, but I'm in a hurry and can't stay here. Kersmund replied.

"Well, okay then. Even though it was the first time we met, I was very impressed by you. I don't know when I see you next time, but I hope the next time we meet will not be a battlefield. Wiramboye reached out and patted Kosmerd on the shoulder, and said with a smile, but the smile quickly retracted, and his tone became serious, "Calm down, young man, and always remember that bravery must be commensurate with kindness, and courage must be used where it is good. Also, don't let hatred blind you. ”

"Okay, I'll remember your words. Ekmerd replied, nodding thoughtfully.

After Viramboye had gone, Ksmoud stayed in the village for a while, watching the villagers return to their rooms, watching the soldiers patrolling or standing guard at night, and watching the little village gradually regain its peace, before he took his horse and walked out of the village with a glimpse of it, then turned on his horse and galloped away to Kulau for the night...... On the afternoon of the fifth day since Kersmer left Kulau, Kersmed reappeared outside Kulau.

Upon entering the town, Minded quickly learns of something big about Kulau, as almost everyone on the street is talking about it - tomorrow, Lord of Kulau, Rodra, will hold a tournament in Kulau, and now the participants are almost all decided.

And many people's remarks about this athletic conference were listened to by Ksmoed.

"It's a pity! Enqi is sure that he will not participate in this athletic conference because his leg injury has not healed! It is really a big pity, we are destined not to be able to see his heroic appearance in this athletic conference!"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the protagonist of this tournament is Mr. Oslo. I heard that it was he who had asked his uncle, Mr. Rodra, to hold the tournament tomorrow, which also happened to be Ms. Jamila's seventeenth birthday, the day of her coming-of-age ceremony. Mr. Oslo was so confident that he threatened to give it to Ms. Jamila as a birthday present after winning the championship!"

"Good fellow, he's definitely got a crush on Lady Jamila. If he did win the tournament and then give it to Lady Jamila as a birthday present, he would definitely have to compare it to the Nord royal squire named Soraton. ”

"yes! Compared to a competitive champion, that Nord royal guard must be overshadowed! It's a pity that he is dead, and he can't prevent this from happening. ”

Shocked when he heard this, Kersmod reined in his horse and asked the man to his left, "Who do you say is dead?"

The man turned his head and looked Minder up and down, and replied, "It's the Nord royal guard named Soraton who was rumored to be engaged to Lady Jamila, and he has died in battle." About two days ago, this news was spread and confirmed, and it caused quite a stir, don't you know? You just came to us, right?"

Episcopic Kersmed was stunned, momentarily incredulous at the fact that Soraton's death had become known to everyone in Kurau.

He then didn't go into finding out who had spread the news of Soraton's death, as it was pointless and couldn't change the outcome. In addition, paper can't hold the fire, and sooner or later Soraton's death will be known to everyone.

Eyemer snorted coldly in his heart, how could he let someone like Oslo succeed, so he turned his heart on it and decided to go to this athletic conference to prevent him from winning the championship of the athletic tournament and defeat this Oslo.

So, he rode his horse to the arena in Kulau, intending to sign up for the athletic meeting to be held tomorrow in Kulau.

The owner of the arena in Kurau, a middle-aged man with short brown hair, a haggard face, and a wooden expression, cleared his throat when he heard Ksmerd's request to attend tomorrow's athletic convention, and then said in an arrogant tone: "The athletic tournament held here tomorrow, like the previous athletic conventions held in Kulau, was organized at the expense of Mr. Rodra, and his authority ensured that this athletic convention was carried out normally. ”

The arena owner paused, raised his voice and continued: "And I, as always, am responsible for providing such a venue and screening participants for the athletic conference, of course, what I can choose is only some small characters who can't control the overall situation, just to join in the fun, those big people, without going through my screening, can directly participate in the athletic tournament, such as a famous nobleman like Mr. Oslo, and a super-talented favorite like Serena, I just want to prevent them from participating, and I can't do it." So, now, tell me who you are and what your name is. ”

"My name is Kosmerd, and I am a commoner from the Nord Kingdom. Korsmer replied calmly.

"Oh, civilians from Nord, well, I really haven't heard of your name. There is always no shortage of young people like you attending such an athletic event, and of course I would welcome you to inject fresh energy into the athletic event. Young man, you look like a good fighter, and I'm sure you're not bad at it, but unfortunately, our quota for this tournament is full, and I can't let you participate. You'd better wait for next time, at least you can heal your wounds. ”

"No, this tournament is very important to me, I have to attend! As he spoke, Kersmund reached out his right hand and grabbed the arena owner's shoulder with lightning speed.

Caught by Ekmerd like this, the arena owner hurriedly said, "Oh, young man, don't get excited! I'm shocked by your determination, well, I'll give you a chance to fight for it, just do your best, don't be too forced, because the test you're going to take next may be more difficult for you." ”

"What test?" asked Kersmode, releasing his grip on the Arena Owner's shoulder.

"You'll find out later, this kind of test is also for people like you who come late, but are not willing to miss the competition. After experiencing such a test, many young men are completely dead to the athletic conference, and even many of them dare not even approach my arena again. The arena owner said with a slight hint as he rubbed his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm going to have to see such a test!" said Kersmod undauntedly, his eyes showing a sense of excitement.

The Arena Owner Jean Kersmod took the elite scimitar at his waist in a locker and took him to the arena where the duel was taking place.

After stopping in the center of the arena, the arena owner turned around and shouted to the sidelines, "Bring Achill!"

Soon after, accompanied by a crisp "jingle bell", a group of men slowly walked into the arena, and Kersmer's attention was immediately completely attracted by an unusually striking man in the crowd.

The man was very tall, a cut taller than all the men around him, and a circle of strength. The men around him were about the same size as Cosmoderm, and were already very tall among the average person. But as soon as these men were compared to this man, they suddenly became shorter. The man stood in the crowd as if he stood out from the crowd.

In addition, he was wrapped in several chains, and several men beside him grabbed the other ends of the chains in their hands, and the "jingle bells" that accompanied the actions of the group of people were constantly ringing.