People in this chapter: (Ed Hallengoth), (Glinton Craggs), (Baron Henry), (Gyloronville), (Fritt).

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Chapter 028: (Just Knight)

There was no trace of fire in the granary of Harlan Gosburg, and countless grains were consumed by the flames, and more were soaked by the water that had been spilled during the firefighting.

The streets were full of patrolling infantry and red-robed guards, golden-robed knights roamed the city in groups of five on gold-armored horses, the number of soldiers stationed at the gates of the city was fivefold, and hundreds of crossbowmen were waiting for them.

The taverns and ** in the streets of the city were cordoned off, all drinkers and prostitutes had to be examined, and drunkards who tried to resist were pierced through the heart by the guards with a sword, and their bodies were tied to a stake at the entrance of the tavern to warn everyone.

The Swadia Assassins sent more men to lurk in Harrungosburg, and all pigeons and ravens that flew into Harongosburg were to be checked, and any bird that flew out of the castle was shot by the crossbowmen on the ramparts.

The lord's residence in the city was surrounded by red-robed guards who were constantly on the move. More than thirty crossbowmen were added to the entire outer wall of the main castle to protect it. The four-man knightly guard led by Gylornville stood guard at the Duke of Harongoth, ready to draw their swords at any time.

The noon meeting unfolded as usual, and Harungus sat on a stone chair in the center of the hall in his own armor, his left hand gently caressing the hilt of his saber at his waist, and with a slightly stern gaze he examined the officers of the gate guards who knelt down on one knee in the center of the hall.

The leather-armored guard officer in the center of the hall was silent under the scrutiny of Duke Harongoth, his hand gripping the empty scabbard trembling from time to time.

"I'm amazed, it's been a long time, the gate guards have been killed, and the gates are wide open," said Duke Harongoth slowly. "And your investigation has been inconclusive. ”

"Your Excellency, the crossbow arrows from the corpse have been brought out, but they are all from Svadia. The man on one knee replied with a trembling voice.

Prince Craggs sat quietly beside Duke Harongoth, and none of the Assassins he sent out returned. The prince tried his best to hide his anger, and said in a calm tone, "These Rhodoks are here for you, Ed!"

Guards in the city often found corpses shot through the throat in remote locations, and the corpses were Assassins sent by Craggs. There seemed to be a cloud of bloodthirsty smoke mixed into the city of Harongoth, silent, but dangerous.

Duke Harongoth waved his hand slightly, and two guards led the guard officer in the center of the hall out of the hall. The man clutched his arms cried out, his legs kicking the floor of the hall, snot and tears mixed together, struggling in vain.

Prince Craggs, who was sitting on the side, frowned, picked up the golden wine glass on the table, and gently tasted the delicious liquor in the glass. "Baron, you do it, now. ”

Behind Prince Kragus, the golden-armored knight with the giant sword behind his back nodded slightly. He is the head of the Royal Order.

The two guards hurriedly held down the struggling man, trying to make him lie on the ground honestly. Ser Baron, dressed in gold armor, waved his hand and refused. "Release!" commanded Sir Baron softly in his golden helmet, which was shaped like a lion's head and lifted the visor covering his face.

The guards let go, and the struggling man hurried to the door of the hall, only to be knocked to the ground by a spear-wielding guard.

Ser Baron drew the sword of one of the guards and threw it at the feet of the chief guard of the gates. "Give you a chance," he whispered. "Just rub my armor and let you go. ”

Duke Harongoth could order a halt to such behavior, and his soldiers did not need any knights to execute him, but he noticed that the corners of Prince Craggs' drinking mouth curled up slightly.

The chief guard trembled and picked up the sword on the ground, and looked at the young knight in gold armor in front of him incredulously, the face in the helmet was young without a trace of wrinkles, and there was a deep smile hidden in the pupils that were exactly the same as those of death.

"Come on!" said Ser Balon, twitching his right hand, which wore golden fingers.

The chief guard let out a heart-rending howl and stabbed his sword into the knight's chest. He had also been a great warrior, and he had watched the proud knights walk through the streets with the ordinary infantrymen, and from time to time he despised that proud smile.

"It's just that you can ride a horse!" thought every infantryman.

Sir Baron's body moved suddenly. Stepping sideways, the sword of the chief guard of the city gate stabbed against his body. Then, Sir Baron's golden boots were raised, and at a great speed he kicked the man with the sword to the ground, and the sword then fell far to the ground.

The Golden Knight's golden boots stepped on the back of the fallen man, and the man who was being stepped on tried to get up, but the kick that had just been kicked on him seemed to nail him firmly to the ground.

"Lord Harongoth, you don't mind if this clean floor is splattered with blood!" a smile appeared on the face under the golden lion's helmet.

Duke Harongoth didn't say anything, but nodded in acquiescence. The chief guard of the city gate was negligent in his duties, resulting in the death of dozens of soldiers defending the city, and he must be held accountable for this incident, and the strict military discipline of the Harungus family has never been merciful.

Gylrenwell, who was guarding behind Duke Harongoth, thought to himself: What a speed, so fast that it was almost impossible to see, and he knocked down the chief guard with just a look.

Sir Baron reached for the golden hilt behind his back, and then pulled it out sharply, the silver-white blade dazzling with exaggeration. The man with the sword raised his left hand and closed the raised helmet.

The greatsword rises, then falls. The silver-white blade collided with the ground with a crisp sound. The man under the golden boots stopped struggling, blood gushing from under his short neck.

Sir Baron's golden cloak was splattered with a little blood, and the owner of the cloak untied the nugget from his shoulder and wiped the blood-stained blade with the bloody cloak. Then it was thrown to the ground, and the golden cloak was stained red with the blood that was gradually pouring out.

At this moment, a man dressed as a beggar entered the hall and reported loudly: "Lord Craggs, we have found out where the Rhodoks are hiding!"

"It's not a loss to be the leader of the Assassin Regiment, and I found them in such a short time. Prince Craggs smiled with relief. "Fleet, your task has been completed, and I will send someone to deliver the rest of the commission to you!"

"The Rhodok people are hiding in a dilapidated house on Lancôme Street in the south of the city, and there are about a dozen people in it. With that, Fleet turned and exited the hall. It's just that his face didn't have the slightest expression, and this mission caused his assassin group to lose a lot.

"Sir Baron," Prince Craggs spoke. "I order you to take a team of soldiers to encircle and wipe out these Rhodok mountain guys!"

"Yes, sir!" commanded Ser Balon.

After Ser Baron disappeared into the hall, Prince Craggs said quietly, "Ed, don't you mind if I help you with these troubles?"

"Since you are willing to do it for you, how can I refuse your kindness!" replied Duke Harongoth with a pleasant face.

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In a dilapidated house in Harengosburg, a man in long chain mail pulls a crossbow from a bleeding arm, then gritted his teeth and raises a battering ram to shoot down a red-robed enemy through the window.

The streets were filled with the sound of people running, and the Svadia infantry went to surround the house, and the sniper crossbow tilted the crossbow into the window of the house, and the man who was shot in the arm by the crossbow bolt was shot through the neck, struggled for a moment, and then fell to the ground heavily.

A man wearing a pot helmet crawled to pick up a crossbow that his teammate had dropped from the window, forcefully opened the crossbow string, pressed an arrow into the arrow slot, and turned his head to ask his teammate with a long-handled broadsword next to him. "The captain led people away?"

The man closest to him with a broadsword replied in a low voice, "Yesterday we withdrew disguised as a caravan, and we were left in the city. ”

The man with the siege crossbow struck his feet and shot down one of the infantrymen through the window, then immediately crouched down and filled the crossbow with a second bolt. "Are you ready, do you want to run?"

The people in the house replied in unison: "The shield of Rhodok will never retreat even if it is broken." "These are the last dozen or so of the Shield of Rhodok troops lurking in Harungus City.

The Svadian infantry kicked hard at the door of the house, but the warriors of the Shield of Rhodok had already pressed against the wooden door with a heavy grinding disc, and even the people outside the door could not kick it open with any force, but the dilapidated wooden door had already loosened a little, and it might soon collapse.

Another mercenary with a siege crossbow was shot down by a crossbow arrow. The bolts rained down through the window, and the people in the room dodged the bolts and slowly pulled out a mercenary book. "Didn't kill Harengoth!" asked the man holding the mercenary letter, placing his battering crossbow on the ground.

"The vice-captain was shot with a crossbow arrow, and then Ser Baron of the Royal Knights cut off the vice-captain's head. One of the people in the room replied softly.

The man with the mercenary in his hand gritted his teeth and pulled the flint and steel from his waist. The sword skills of their vice-captain in this operation are among the best in the Shield of Rhodok.

He cursed the damn crossbowman. The hand holding the flint and steel trembled, and he was never able to make a spark. The man beside him threw down his broadsword, untied the oil bottle from his belt, inserted the mercenary book into the mouth of the oil bottle, and lit it, and when the flames consumed half of the mercenary, the man got up and threw the burning oil bottle out of the window.

A crossbow bolt came in and pierced his chest. Outside the window, there was a scream of people engulfed in flames.

The fragile wooden door was kicked open, and a man in gold armor rushed in first, a long white sword in his left hand. That's Sir Baron.

The man in the house picked up the siege crossbow and aimed it at the knight's chest, and when his finger was already on the iron plate, a crossbow arrow spun and shot through his arm, and the crossbow fell to the ground.

The man with the broadsword in his hand slashed his sword, cutting down a Swadia infantryman. The infantrymen then slashed his arm with a single sword, and as he swung his broadsword for a second attack, Sir Baron's white sword slashed his neck, blood splattering on his golden armor.

The two remaining standing Rhodoks hurriedly drew their straight-edged military knives, and the Swadian crossbows then pierced their chests. Two Rhodok people spilled blood and fell crookedly in the house.

The Rhodok in the corner clutched his injured arm and pulled out the straight-edged military knife at his waist as best he could, the wound of the crossbow bolt connecting his heart, but he didn't give up.

Sir Baron waved his hand to stop the red-robed crossbowman holding the crossbow behind him, and he kicked away the bloodied Rhodok in front of him, and slowly walked towards the man struggling in the corner, gently removing his hand that was trying to reach for the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"I know you're a warrior, but the Duchy of Rhodok has given up on you, and your teammates who went out of the city a few days ago were killed by the crossbowmen of Fort Gruenwald. Sir Baron tried to speak as sincerely. "Graves fears that the Shield of Rhodok threatens him, and does not recognize your employment. Join us, and I'll give you a chance for revenge. ”

The man on the ground stopped moving for a moment, and the blood on his arm flowed down the crossbow. "What you said is true?" asked the man who fell to the ground, gritting his teeth.

Ser Baron nodded. "I swear by the honor of a knight!"

The man who fell to the ground let out a cry of pain and then reached out and broke the crossbow bolt on his arm, and the Swadia people in the house were shocked by the action. "Okay! I'll join, but you're going to get my revenge!"

Ser Baron, dressed in gold armor, patted the Rhodok on the shoulder. "I've always been a man of words, what's your name?"

"Magina. The Rhodok replied through gritted teeth.

"Doctor, heal his wounds, and the rest of the men will return to the castle. Ser Balon sheathed his sword.

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