The commander of the cavalry division drew a line with lime between the "West Prison Building" and the "Tunnel Entrance", and he counted and found that the cavalry who happened to be standing on the line were dead. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Some were crushed to death by a war horse that was smashed in half, and some broke their necks when they were knocked into the sky and landed in a parabola. The most tragic case was a head-on collision with an indescribable body.

This is a human tragedy.

And the initiator of this human tragedy was in the small jungle in the foothills of the Alps, lighting a warm campfire, throwing a pile of scrubbed Teutonic armor aside to dry, and then picking the meat on the roasted hare with a knife, and asked Oppenheimer with a pleasant face: "Who is behind the Mendelssohn murder 14 years ago?"

"Huh?" Oppenheimer was wearing his pants and was wringing his bloody clothes clean, and he was caught off guard when he heard the question, and he was dumbfounded and froze in his movements. He was covered with dense white scars all over his body, and it was conservatively estimated that he had been shot at least a hundred times, but the muscles were healing too soon to take out the bullets, leaving only fresh pink bullet hole scars, dense and shocking.

"You know, I'm tired of hunting. The hare is much smarter than humans, and it won't be brought to you to roast and eat. I have no money, no status, I have failed to assassinate the Empress, I have failed to destroy the marriage, not only have I had to pay for my salary, but I also have to endure malnutrition caused by insufficient protein intake--grass ****** dry food!" St. Peter looked at Oppenheimer pitifully, and handed him a slice of roast rabbit meat: "Come on, although it is tight, astringent, and rough, but you are not tired of eating it, you may find it flavorful." ”

"Ahh Oppenheimer saw that St. Peter was pleasant, so he continued to twist his clothes, and came over and picked up the roast rabbit meat from the knife and stuffed it into his mouth. As soon as he chewed two bites, he spat out: "What a thing!

"That's it. The Grand Master sighed, turned the roasted hare over, and continued to ask: "Let me ask you, who are the masterminds behind the Mendelssohn murder 14 years ago, the murder of my Teutonic Knights? ”

"Huh?" Oppenheimer was stunned, "Peter, weren't you sent by Ferdinand?"

"So, Ferdinand, the Teutonic Knights, has Sirisha's share in the extermination of the Order?" asked the Grand Master curiously.

"No!" Oppenheimer realized something was wrong, and he began to deny it.

"Don't move. The Grand Master walked over, gently pushed Oppenheimer down, pressed him on the soft grass and held him down, the two looked at each other, and breathed suddenly, Oppenheimer smelled the Grand Master's snort full of manly sweat, and suddenly felt that the Grand Master's blonde hair and hooked nose were particularly attractive, and couldn't help blushing and asking, "What are you going to do?"

"I ask you, did Ferdinand have a part in the Teutonic Knights' extermination?" the Grand Master stabbed Oppenheimer in the thigh with a skinning knife, twisted it vigorously, and spun it in a calm circle, ripping off a piece of flesh alive.

Oppenheimer's blood sprayed the Grand Master, but the Grand Master was indifferent, waiting for his answer with a serious expression. Oppenheimer was so frightened that he screamed like a nine-year-old girl peeing her pants, and shouted hoarsely, "It hurts, why do you do this to me!"

"Haven't you heard of St. Peter?" the Grand Master stood up from him, picked up the conical thigh meat with a skinning knife, and looked curiously at the prisoner rolling on the donkey: "Fourteen years ago, the Teutonic Knights, the number one mercenary order, were wiped out, but I happened to be absent, and I live alone to this day, lonely to death. Haven't you heard of St. Peter, the last remaining Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights?"

"I heard it!" Oppenheimer hugged his injured leg in horror and rubbed it back, opened his round eyes and shouted: "So you look like this, so you are here to take revenge! Didn't you promise me to take me out of prison alive!"

"yes. Grand Master bowed gracefully, like a nobleman proposing marriage: "Aren't you alive? Have you forgotten? You survived by eating the most valuable immortal capsule on my body. Don't eat it and wipe it clean and don't admit it. ”

Oppenheimer took his hand away in horror and saw a pink and delicate scar on the bloody thigh, and the wound that had been stripped of flesh had healed preliminarily.

He suddenly felt that this "immortal capsule" was extremely terrifying.

Although the Grand Master in front of him was extremely gentle and said heart-pounding words, Oppenheimer was awakened by the stabbing of the flesh. He realizes that no matter how charismatic the Grand Master may be, his motives are unwavering: he has come for revenge.

"You...... Who are you going to hand me over? Don't forget your oath! You promised to get me out of prison alive so that they would never hunt me down......" Oppenheimer shuddered and tried to coerce the Grand Master.

Grand Master looked at the terrified prisoner: "Don't worry, if you follow me, no one will want to hunt you down." ”

Oppenheimer saw that Grand Master actually attached so much importance to the oath, and could not help but rise up with a faint hope, and screamed in desperation: "And you promised me to start a new life!"

The Grand Master tilted his head and announced: "You will be responsible for one thing in the second half of your life: to identify the black hands involved in Mendelssohn's murder case one by one, and not to miss any of them, and I will chop them into thin flesh." ”

Oppenheimer's throat suddenly clawed, he couldn't speak, and his eyes widened.

The Grand Master squinted his eyes and walked towards the prisoner with a skinning knife: "If you refuse to recruit, I don't care, one day I will scrape a piece of flesh from you and relieve the hatred in my heart." ”

Oppenheimer shouted, "Mother!" and he got up in fright, limped and fled into the mountains, even if he stumbled and fell, he climbed farther and farther with his hands and feet, and his snow-white and slightly fat body fled in the brown and yellow dense forest, and while rolling and crawling, he muttered blankly: "Liars, they are all liars! Anything that saves me, that I lose the meaning of life without me, that I can't live without it, is a lie!" )