Pedestrians on both sides of the street stopped to watch, and marveled at the knight on the white horse. The girls are even more ear-to-ear, and the look in their eyes is the kind that men most want women to reveal when they look at themselves, that is, worship and intoxication, and longing.

A horse is a good horse in a thousand miles, and a person on a horse is even more unique. The silver knight's armor didn't seem to be a foreign object to be worn, but a natural manifestation of his own temperament, so majestic, just because he wore it. A blonde hair that gives people the illusion of dazzling, as if the light of the sun is on his body, and willingly becomes a part of him. Sword eyebrows, straight nose bridge, handsome but not at all lose the contours of a man's mighty face. The sunlight shone on the armor and blonde hair, and the light that turned back made onlookers mistake it for his own brilliance.

Of course, such a person must also have an identity that matches him. A few people who knew it were whispered among the passers-by, and this was the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Elny, the captain of the Royal Paladin, and the son-in-law of the Duke of Mrak, Knight Ernie Crowvis. One of the young girls in the audience immediately fantasized that her mother had had an affair with Sir Mrak.

Crowis paid no attention to the crowd of onlookers around him. In his eyes, these stupid civilians were no different from ants, and he was surprised that his tallness and majesty were justified, and he didn't need to take it to heart.

And he's annoyed now, or he's been annoyed for more than a month, and now he's having to waste time here slowly. If he could, he would immediately draw his sword and kill all the untouchables on the side of the street who had forced the convoy to move slowly.

That soldier was able to escape from the royal capital, and it is even possible that he was lurking somewhere in the royal capital all the time. He hadn't slept well for a month. As soon as he remembered that the lowly bastard might be hiding in a dark hole and snickering, rejoicing that he had escaped from a knight's grasp, rejoicing at the knight's worries, he would fall into a rage of extremes. He swore that when he caught the soldier, he would slowly and carefully remove every most sensitive part of his body like a manicure, and let him howl like a dog in a pool of blood for three days and three nights, licking the soles of his shoes with his tongue, wailing and begging himself to kill him.

The only good news is that the soldier hasn't gotten the word out, at least for now. It is possible that he himself does not know the true meaning of that news, and buries this matter in the shadows forever with himself. The progress of the orcs in the west is also surprisingly good, and it will probably be no problem in just another half a year. But the soldier is still like a bomb of unknown circumstances, it is possible that it has been damp and ineffective, or it is possible that he does not know which day he will suddenly reveal his presence from somewhere, and the subtle layout of the whole thing is out of control.

Today, his wounded fiancée was finally returned, and he had to put down what he was doing to go out of the city and then escort him back to the Duke's Palace. He was very reluctant to waste his time on this kind of thing.

He hated wasting time to the extreme. Time is precious, every minute should be efficient, should be rewarded, and should be helpful for oneself to gain greater power and higher status. It was his creed that one should be motivated and motivated again and again, and he was proud of his creed, despising the untouchables who lived like insects and ants day by day. Therefore, he has a great hatred for everything that violates his proud creed.

And he knew that she was equally reluctant to see him. She didn't have a very outward hatred for him, but a disgusted indifference. This attitude made Clauis very annoying, even angry. He is accustomed to others worshiping him, admiring him, fearing him, and even allowing others to hate and hate him, which at least shows that he is an existence that cannot be ignored in the eyes of others, which is a very powerful proof. But he will never allow others to ignore him, and he will not allow others to look at him like a cockroach sliding in the corner.

There is only one person in this world who sees him like that. If it were someone else, he would have to do whatever it took to tell that person who dared to despise him that he could tear anyone who looked down on him to pieces. But this person is his fiancée, a person who is about to accompany him with that kind of gaze for the rest of his life. And now he had a lot of time to waste protecting her.

It's undoubtedly a very annoying thing to do, and if he could, he would definitely not do it. 

But it can't be helped, sometimes the impression of the bystander is the key, the meaning of this matter. Duke Mrak's daughter was wounded, and with the relationship between the Duke and the Elni family, and the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Elni was the fiancé of the Duke's Miss, he would definitely rush out of the city, and then his fiancée, carefully escorted all the way back to the Duke's Palace. Since people think so, this is the only way things can be demonstrated.

The person has already received it, and the two of them have a tacit understanding, and they haven't looked at each other or said a word. On the contrary, as soon as they met, she asked her sister in a weak voice impatiently where the young man who had come to report to the Duke's Palace a month ago was. In her mind, that soldier was a hundred times more important than her fiancé. This made Clauis even angrier, but he was not jealous, he saw his fiancée or any woman as a mere prop, but her attitude showed that he was inferior to the soldier in some ways.

He didn't want to care about which angle, he just didn't allow a lowly redneck to surpass him in any way. I am the strongest, the most perfect, the most powerful, the best. This concept has long been ingrained in his mind, and it is also his pride. He is really a very proud person, so he is also easily annoyed and angry.

Maybe the damn soldier will take this opportunity to approach her. Then you can cut off that guy's hands and feet one by one in front of her, so that she can take a good look at who it is, and she can't ignore it. Crowis thought so, trying to give meaning to the boring action that was making him feel bad. But he also knew that it was just a self-consoling thought, and in any case, the soldier was not stupid enough to be that stupid.

"Brother-in-law, did you notice the way those girls looked at you?" Chrissy was looking at Crowvis with the look she had described, excitedly reporting her peers.

"Yes. Crowis was absorbed in his own thoughts.

"Don't always be so cool. Chriss's eyes went deeper. The girl is the sister of his fiancée. Seventeen years old, with a similar appearance to her sister, and even more beautiful, she is one of the few beauties in the royal capital, and her personality is the frivolity and ignorance characteristic of a typical aristocratic girl.

Like the youngest daughters in all families, she was very much favored by her father. And when she was born, the duke didn't have much time to spend educating her children. The growth environment is no different from that of other noble children, and it has achieved a character that is no different. Some time ago, she actually asked to go to the magic academy to study and study ancient books, but it seems that it is just to add some noble aura to herself, and it has no practical meaning.

Clauvis sometimes wondered why the Duke didn't marry this daughter to him. Such a naïve and superficial girl is easy to grasp, he is familiar with dealing with it, and it is much more convenient for both the Duke and himself.

There was a sudden commotion in the convoy behind. "There was a guy who tried to climb the lady's carriage and was caught by us. "A guard came to report.

This report reminded Clauis of what had only been a conjecture a moment ago, and a premonition of great luck came to him, and he rode over.

Several soldiers were pulling at a man who was covered in a cloak. It was a hunchback, as if he was still lame, wearing a cloak that looked like it hadn't been washed in hundreds of years, and it was easy to think of a man doing strange work in a gloomy basement.

Crowis looked closely, and he suddenly realized that the cloak was actually very well dressed, just enough to hide all the body parts of the person underneath, even if you stood opposite, it was difficult for you to see the face inside, and even the body shape was blurred under the effect of the cloak.

Clauvis dismounted, his eyes fixed on the face that was submerged in the shadow of his cloak, as if he wanted to stab every detail of it with his eyes.

Step by step, he walked in front of the man. Each step was slow and steady, as if a ghost had finally emerged from a gap in time, and the slightest carelessness would disappear into the air.

He slowly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist in his hand, and commanded word by word: "Pull the things off his head." At this distance, he was sure that he would never let anyone escape again.

The cloak was pulled open, and the first to react was the soldier who pulled the cloak, who was immediately frightened and jumped back.

This is a very unsuitable face in broad daylight. The facial features are like being melted by a pot of boiling water and then pinched and re-condensed with his hands, and it is like a clumsy clay sculptor who is not satisfied with his work, and casually presses it on his already ugly face. There are also patches of purple-red sarcoma that can be seen to be shiny, and it seems that it will burst open immediately, and hot pus and blood will fly out. "It's the hunchbacked assistant of old man Sandru. Someone in the guard immediately recognized him.

Clauvis carefully scanned the face twice from top to bottom, and could not find a single element that coincided with the expected face, only feeling a wave of nausea. Turning to the guard who had just spoken, the anger and disgust in his eyes could be felt even by the stupidest cow, he asked, "Do you know?"

The guard trembled and clarified for himself: "It's not that I know, but many people know that this guy is the assistant of the old man Sandru who specializes in corpses in the west of the city." Many passers-by next to him echoed. One of them shouted: "Camel, do you think it's a carriage pulling corpses? ”

Is it really just someone else? It's just a coincidence? But even if it's a mistake, it doesn't seem to matter, and you can't let go of any of the slightest possibility. Several green tendons floated on the back of Crowvis' sword-holding hand.

But he glanced at the face, which he couldn't look at any more closely, and finally let go of the hilt of his sword. The blood of such an ugly and filthy man is as dirty and smelly as water at the bottom of the gutter, and what if it gets on his clothes and body? What if it splashes on his face? This assumption makes him feel like throwing up. He turned and mounted his horse and ordered: "Drive him away." ”

"Get out. The guards were afraid of dirty shoes, and did not dare to kick them in earnest, but only raised their feet and shook them for a while, letting out a boo to chase the dogs. The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter.

"That person looked so scary. Watching the man put his cloak back on and limp away into the crowd, Chris took Clauvis's arm in a frightened motion.

"Who was that?" a weak female voice came from the carriage. Chrissy replied, "Nothing, just a madman." ”

At dusk, in the big house, Sandru was taking out the livers of the two corpses and comparing them with each other, and then cutting them into small pieces and soaking them in liquid, while Asa was beside him to help hand various tools.

A wild cat jumped in through the window, staring at Sandru and barking. Sandru casually cut off a piece of his hand and threw it to the wildcat.

"What if the bones in the cervical vertebrae crack?" Asa asked.

"Throw it away. Sandru didn't lift his head.

Asa struggled to adjust the wording: "It's not a dead person, I mean what if a living person's cervical vertebrae are injured and cracked?"

Sandru raised the small hammer on the table, and with a muffled sound, knocked a section of the cervical vertebrae of a corpse, and said, "Try to put it back together." Then, as if suddenly remembered, he stared at Asa and said, "You still owe me three years and two months of work." ”

"I know. Asa replied.

"Then please think about my work for three years and two months. Sandru emphasised the word 'my' in a particular accent. "Don't go to death. I heard that today you are heroic. But do you know that your cripple really doesn't pretend to be. ”

"Then how can you pretend to be?" asked Asa humbly. He'll have to talk to her next time.

Sandru picked up the little hammer he had just had. "Feet up. ”

At the same time, in the Duke's Palace, Duke Mrak was sitting by his daughter's bedside, telling her a made-up story. He hasn't done this kind of thing for more than ten years, and now he is back in his old business and is still familiar with the road.

"He just left?" Xiao Yi's eyes were full of disappointment.

Duke Mrak's eyes were also full of disappointment, and he said, "Yes." Such an excellent young man, I would also like to keep him. But he insisted on leaving, and I couldn't help it. ”

Chriss, who was next to her, imagined her sister's story just now, and sighed: "A man walked alone in the most dangerous swamp in the whole continent, and fought with an orc to save a girl..... It's really the same story as the bard's mouth. He must have been very handsome, with long hair that covered half of his eyes...... By the way, maybe it's the prince of a small country. "I seem to be a little inexplicably excited.

"Did he say anything?" Xiao Yi asked, his eyes full of disappointment and anticipation.

Duke Mrak's eyes were full of gentleness, tolerance and understanding as a loving father should have, and he replied: "He told you to take good care of your injuries, and it is better not to go to such a dangerous place in the future." He'll come back to see you when he gets the chance. ”

"The situation reported by this young man is very useful. But this is a military secret, and it cannot be revealed to anyone else, otherwise his hard work will be in vain. So you must not divulge everything he says to you to anyone else, and don't tell anyone what you have encountered in the swamp. The Duke accentuated his tone and slowed his voice, more serious than serious. "You have to remember that you can't let his hard work go to waste, you know?"