Sir Sven, riding his warhorse, his armor polished, and his hand holding a knot, slowly approached the walls of Covinde, and behind him, beyond the long-range strike zone on the walls, several soldiers carried a simple gallows, and behind him was a young man who was bound. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sir Myron clenched his hands into fists, clenching them tightly, trying to control his emotions, and with his bloodshot eyes, he stared at the bound young man, who was also looking at him.

"Sir?" a middle-aged knight next to him called to Myron softly.

Myron let out a "grace" and came back to his senses, his fists slowly loosened, he stared at the emissary on horseback under the city gate, and shouted, "You despicable invaders, do you want to come and test whether my sword is sharp enough?"

Sir Sven smiled disdainfully, "Speaking of invaders, I think Sir should know better than me who the invaders are!"

"Could it be that I'm old and dazzled, and it was a group of wild monkeys that attacked us just now?"

"Sir, put away your useless provocations, your tricks won't work with me!" said Sir Sven coldly.

Myron snorted, not wanting to continue talking nonsense, "Then, knight, tell me what you mean!"

"My Viscount, I want to talk to you!" said Keith turned and dismounted, and performed an ancient etiquette that many of the minor nobles did not now master.

Sir Myron's eyes flashed, and he said, "What are you talking about?

Sir Sven shrugged his shoulders and said, "Perhaps, who knows?"

"Yes, go back and tell you Lord Viscount, see you in half an hour of magic!" Myron agreed cheerfully.

Sven was stunned, and then Shi Li left.

Myron stared at his son in the distance for a long time, then withdrew his gaze and said to a few knights beside him, "Get ready, we'll go and meet that madman lord." ”

Half a magic hour passed quickly.

Outside the range of all long-range attacks of the two camps, Keith rode his horse with the knight of Cent, quietly waiting for two knights in knight's armor in the distance to drive over.

"Sir Myron?" as the two approached, Keith swept over the two of them, finally fixing his eyes on an older middle-aged man.

"I'm who, you're Viscount Keith, aren't you?" Myron looked at Keith as well.

Myron looked at Keith and nodded, and asked, "I want to talk about something, Viscount Keith, I don't think we have anything to talk about, your family and our Marne family have been at war for decades, and it seems that we can only talk with spears and swords!"

Keith took a few steps forward, "Sir Myron, I know that you value loyalty and honor above anyone else, and you don't care if your son lives or dies......!"

"No, I care, but I care about too many things, and you won't understand that for a 'brother killer'!" Myron interrupted Keith, his tone revealing disdain for Keith.

Keith was not angry, and continued: "Sir, you should understand that with your current strength, you will not be able to hold the city of Covinde, why don't you persuade your lord to let him give up the city, and I will guarantee the safety of everyone in the Marne family!"

Myron snorted, and then said, "For a 'brother killer', is there still credibility to speak of? Even if you can capture this city, your losses will be several times that of mine, and I can guarantee it!"

"Is the fate of these soldiers irrelevant to you?" said Keith, in the same disdainful tone.

Myron's eyes flickered slightly, and he said firmly: "That's their honor, you despicable intruder, you don't know what honor is at all!"

"Then we'll see you on the battlefield, Sir Myron!" said Cent, who was next to him, coldly, and Keith didn't stop him.

"It should have been this way a long time ago!" Myron glanced at Sente, then pulled the reins of his horse and galloped towards the city gate with the knights beside him.

"What a stubborn and rigid old fellow!" said Cent, frowning.

Keith shrugged: "It's a pity, he thinks it's an honor!"

"So what are we going to do now, hang the young man?" asked Sente.

"No, he's still valuable, let's not kill him first, let's go back to camp first, it's the next wave of attacks from the group!" Keith said, turning his horse's head and driving his horse towards his camp.

Upon returning to camp, Keith immediately called for Sir Sven.

"Lord Viscount, are you looking for me?" said Sir Sven, standing at the door of the tent, which he liked because of the occasional cool breeze.

"Bring the captive Knight Doru and his two sons!" Keys was too hot to get hot, but there were some things that he couldn't do outside.

After a short time, Sir Sven, who had left, led four soldiers and three bound men into the tent.

The three of them were very similar, probably because they were too hot, sweating too much, and there was too much dust, their faces were dirty, and the sour smell of sweat made Keith frown.

"Knight Doru, do you want to go back to Covinde City, if you want, I can let you go back now!"

Keith's seductive words rang in Doru's ears, he looked stunned, and looked at the two sons beside him at the same time.

"I don't have much patience, Knight Doru!" Seeing that Doru didn't seem to be ready to answer, Keith took out a dagger he had with him and played with it in his hand, and the two young knights trembled and leaned towards their father's side.

Doru smiled bitterly: "Even if I go back, I don't have the strength to change anything, now the commander of the troops in the city must be Sir Myron, before he became the prime minister, he was the captain of the castle's guard, and most of the knights in the army supported him, as long as I did something wrong, I would be discovered immediately!"

Hearing this, Keith shook his head, "Hehe" smiled, for Doru, although he didn't know what the other party was capable of, but this person could make all of his two sons canonized as knights, which means that this person is not simple, at least he has a certain influence in Covinde City.

Keith slowly pulled out his dagger, and the sound of the iron grinding made the necks of the two young men shrink, and Keith had already seen that these two young men were obviously not as tough as Sir Myron's son.

With a dagger in his right hand, Keith pointed at one of the young men very casually, then shook his head as if dissatisfied, and then he pointed at the other young man, with a satisfied look on his face, and said to the soldier next to him, "Pull him over and hold him!"

When the two soldiers heard this, they stepped forward and lifted up the young man that Keith was pointing at.

"No, father, save me, save me!" the young man shouted to his father.

The soldier pressed the young man to the ground, and Keith crouched down slowly, and said, "Knight Doru, as the lieutenant of the captain of the guard, there are not one or two of those knights in the city who are your henchmen?"

After that, Keith changed his slow and leisurely movements, stabbed the dagger in his hand violently, only to hear a "poof", a touch of blood gushed out, and the young man's right hand was directly pierced by Keith, and he screamed "wow" in pain.

Doru clutched his knees with both hands, and the ropes that bound him crumbled as if they might break at any moment.

"Knight Doru, how is it? Have you thought about it? next time it may not be a hand, but a heart, or a throat!"

At this time, the shouting and killing sound outside the camp tent came again, thinking that a new round of siege had begun!

Keith looked outside the tent and continued: "Knight Doru, you have to understand one thing, even without your help, the city of Cowinde will be breached, and your entire family will be buried with you!"

Doru's eyes flickered, and he already had an idea in his mind.

Seeing that he was intent on moving, Keith hurriedly said, "If you promise me, you can avoid a killing!"

"Father, save me, save me!" cried the young man who was pressed to the ground.

Doru's face changed, he stared at Keith's bloodstained dagger, sighed, and said in a deep voice, "I promise you, you will release my son first!"

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