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Chapter 023: (Sneaking into the City)

After three days of traveling, Alleyne arrived at the city of Harengoth, along with Victor, Momocha, and Jamila.

The guards who defended the city took the money bag from Victor and gave up the inspection, and he and the other three mercenaries rode into the city, then sold the horses in batches and disappeared into the crowd.

The Eastern Long Knife was buried in the dirt outside the woods by Alleyne, and now all that can be used is spears and daggers, and for the next half a month, all that is needed is to wait.

The crowd in Harlan Gosburg was large and mixed, and this situation seemed to paralyze the nerves of Haarlan Gosburg for many years, and the fifty mercenaries of the Spear Mercenary Regiment lurking into the city were not stopped by anyone.

Alleyne turned into an alley, a dilapidated house, a dusty door, which seemed to be the exclusive preserve of the robbers, and he sat at the base of the wall, waiting for the unlucky to come to his door.

Three men in nomadic armor walked towards Aren's corner, then pulled out the butcher knife at his waist.

In the middle of the night, one of the last robbers was stabbed in the neck with his three-edged dagger. He rummaged through their bodies, and there were three silver coins and twenty copper coins in all, and there were not a few people who died at the hands of this group of robbers.

Alleyne walked to a nearby tavern and took the robber's money in a robber's way, there shouldn't be anything wrong with that.

There are a lot of people coming and going in the tavern. Alleyne went up to the room on the second floor and rented a room for a dirham, a total of four people lived in the room, and just as he was about to leave, the wooden wall next door was suddenly hit by something.

Aren's hand pressed against the handle of the triangular dagger, and kicked open the door next door.

The scene before him surprised him.

Another mercenary on the team of spear mercenaries pressed his "baby" against the wall and was about to kiss when Ellene's sudden intrusion seemed to interrupt them.

Under the blank gaze, Alleyne slowly exited the room.

There seemed to be a hint of fun in the mission, and Ellen loaded his dagger and spear and walked out of the tavern.

People were lazy, children were running around the streets, and they didn't seem to know that the war was coming.

Mixed in with the crowd, they finally came to the door of the lord's hall, and two guards stood guard on either side of the door.

Alleyne looked up and saw that around the front door of the lord's hall, there was a mill that was higher than it.

"From there to the guard's position, about forty-five meters. He estimated the distance, shifting his gaze between the two. "It looks like one or two crossbowmen will need to be deployed to deal with these two guards. 」

Around the lord's hall, there is a large space for the openings of the stone windows, and the gaps in the patterns are also dense. "Entering through the window, you should be able to secure the rope. 」

As he looked around the hall of the lord, a beggar walked past him, his eyes also looking around.

Alleyn hid sideways behind a fruit stall and thought to himself, "That beggar is the leader of the famous Assassin Order in Swadia. Disguised as a beggar, he still wanders around the city. Our task seems to be a bit strange, and the Swadians seem to know something. 」

"It can't be too easy. Alleyne slowly followed the beggar in front of him, grasping the handle of the triangular dagger in his left hand. "That man's fist didn't blow out. 」

Mercenaries fight for money, but survival is the truth until they get it. The appearance of the Swadia Assassin Regiment meant the danger of the mission, in order not to be pierced in the throat. Alleyne needed to understand their purpose.

After years of fighting, Alleyne knew exactly what to do when following the enemy, and he casually wrapped his traveling cloth robe, slowly following behind the leader of the mercenary group disguised as a beggar, and his left hand had already cut the holster of the triangular dagger.

Gradually, the beggars marched into the residential areas where there were few people, and most of the people who were working were not at home, but the beggars around them increased. Ellen knew that he was being targeted by the enemy.

Eradicating people who threaten their lives is a rule of survival that mercenaries must abide by, and it is also a rule of survival that they must abide by. He turned and stabbed the dagger into the beggar behind him with his hand on the hilt of the dagger.

A throwing knife flew past his robe, cutting through the sleeve of the robe, and the other three beggars rushed up.

It is the habit of mercenaries to always maintain a state that is beneficial to themselves. Alleyne turned and ran out of the serpentine form, just to dodge the stabbing flying knife, and touched the spear behind his back with his right hand.

Turn around, bow your head, stab!

Alleyne ducked his head and flickered the throwing knife, and the spear stabbed into the beggar's chest. Then he flew out and kicked a beggar in the nose. One enemy is never what a real mercenary should do, and the key is to break them one by one.

At this moment, another beggar suddenly emerged from the corner of the wall in front of him, and his arms were tightened around his neck.

Aryn let go of his spear and kicked his feet on the beggar who rushed at him with his sword, and the man behind him fell to the ground with him, and he let go of his hand in pain as he was crushed under him.

Alleyne scrambled to his feet, turned around and kicked the beggar who was about to get up, rolled on the ground, and touched his spear.

It was still too close, and the leader of the Assassin Regiment slammed his fist into his head, only to wipe his robes.

Irene hurriedly turned around and dodged the second blow, and the Assassin Leader drew the short knife from his waist on one side, and Alleyn blocked the slash with his hoe, only to feel that his wrist seemed to be numb.

Another beggar rushed from the far corner of the street, and Ellen turned around and fled to a private house, kicked on the bucket in the corner, climbed over the wall several meters high, and threw the pursuing beggar into the courtyard next door. Slip away.

The situation seems to be clear, this operation must have leaked the word, and Swadia will send an Assassin group to lurk in the city.

Aren was going to find any of the mercenary groupmates he knew of in the Channel, and it seemed that the only one who was kissing the prostitute/woman was the one who was kissing.

He was stunned when Alleyne burst into their room again, and his teammate was leaning quietly against the corner, a short knife stuck in his chest, and the corner of his mouth was stained with coagulated blood, and he stopped breathing. His treasure is long gone.

"We're being targeted, who is the opponent? I don't know! Who is the guide behind the scenes? I don't know what to do!" Alleyne steadied his breath and listened quietly, as if there was a voice in the room.

Alleyne opened the cabinet in the corner. A woman gagged in tears by a strip of cloth looked horrified at Alleyne, who was her teammate's baby.

When Alleyne let go of the rope that was tied to her, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing beside her. The window was open, and then I looked back at the woman who had been loosened, her pupils losing their due brilliance. On his left chest, he has a crossbow bolt.

Running to the window, upstairs in the distance, a man in a leather coat hurried down the stairs.

This mission is far from simple.

Alleyne walked out of the tavern, and the blue sky seemed to be covered with a blood-colored shadow, enveloping Harlan Gosburg over the vast land.

"I'm a mercenary, my name is Ellenn, and I don't have a surname. Breathing down, Alleyne took a step.

He needs to quickly integrate into the city, find his mercenary teammates, and capture the group that assassinated them and make them pay for their blood. There are still forty-nine people left in the team of the pikemen mercenary group. Enemy, do you have forty-nine crossbow arrows that must hit in one hit?

In the city of Haaron Gosburg, from time to time, knights rode war horses and lined up in plate armor to cross the center of the road.

Alleyne has always resented this kind of useless showmanship, and the plate armor is like a turtle shell, imprisoning people firmly. In battle, it is extremely difficult to perform actions such as twisting the waist and leaning over, what is the use of such armor, can they guarantee that the horse under their feet will not suddenly fall?

Alleyne went around the alley, where there was always a surprise. A man in a beggar's suit turned his back to him, and he carefully picked open the leather clasp of the dagger.

Just as he was about to rush forward, the beggar in front of him suddenly turned around, and Ellen was hit hard in the chest, and the dagger almost fell to the ground. He preliminarily determined that this man was not the leader of the Assassin Order, and that Calradia did not pay attention to leg work like the Orientals.

The beggar's second kick followed, and Alleyne dodged the kick sideways, quickly turning around and kicking the beggar in the head. The beggar leaned down and swept his right leg to the ground, causing a pain in Aren's ankle for a moment. Immediately after, Alleyne had fallen to the ground.

The beggar picked up the other's dagger and pulled the other into the corner. Aren pulled up his cloak and looked at the beggar in front of him with a grin.

With a burnt beard, a straight nose, and black hair, the beggar is Victor.

"Alleyne, you're crazy!" asked Victor in a low voice as he plunged his dagger into the other's scabbard. "Assault on beggars?"

"We're being targeted, and a brother has just died. Alleyne tightened the leather button and looked up at Victor with a look of surprise on his face. "Someone knew in advance about this mission, and the Swadia Assassins were also in Harendgosburg. We need to familiarize ourselves with their networks beforehand and take them out. If you don't want to be wiped on your neck in your dreams!"

"How many of them are there?" asked Victor, in the same resolute tone as he had fought against the Svadian knights.

"I don't know!" said Alleyne shook his head helplessly. Inexplicably, I feel that they are extremely humorous at this time, as if a miserly traveler has been disarmed by a beggar!

There are so many sayings circulating in the mercenary industry that you can make up a book that you can't finish reading, and one of them describes it like this: "When you live silently, when you go into battle, you are humorous!" There is not much literary brilliance to speak of, but it is completely similar to the mercenaries. The real is often in the plain.

Alleyne and Captain Victor walked into the downtown area together, his torn cloak torn in many places during the fight with many Assassin Assassins, and now he is no different from a beggar. Even a fruit merchant took a bite of an apple and spit on him in disdain.

The citizens walked slowly, and the banner of the black eagle on a white background of the Harungus family fluttered in the wind, and a knight stood under the banner and blew the huge horn, the sound reflected in the city, thick and piercing.

A flag with a golden lion on a red background climbed another flagpole in front of everyone's eyes - the emblem of the Craggs family. This flag is the same as the red-backed lion of the House of Hera, except that the lion is not standing and does not have a crown on its head.

The city gate was opened, and countless knights with gold rings tattooed on their shoulder armor galloped into the city gate on horses with gold armor, followed by knights on ordinary war horses, black and silver vests crashing against each other, making a dull sound. Spears are pointed at the sky, as if ready to fall at any moment.

"I wouldn't deploy like this!" Alleyne muttered to himself.

This was followed by the infantry, the Svadia Guards, dressed in spiked leather jackets, with short swords at their waists and shields on their backs, their boots crashing neatly against the ground. The spiked leather coat is made to resemble a black lion flag on a red background.

From a distance, the infantry looked like a river of blood. The crossbowman guards followed, and the Swadia sniper crossbow from Dehrem had a piece of silver embedded beneath the arrow slot. The arrows in the quivers collided with each other, and the helmets of the soldiers reflected the sunlight.

At the back of the line, a sturdy black horse without armor slowly walked in, escorted by four knights of the royal guard. The man on the horse was dressed in full-body forging armor, and the surface of the forging armor was shiny with the sunlight. A long sword rests diagonally behind the horse's back.

The four knights of the royal guard, dressed in gold armor and with jewels on their chests, drew their swords in their hands, and the four leaders let out a loud shout from under the masks of the armor: "Prince Craggs has arrived!"

Duke Harungus did not go out of the city to greet this distinguished guest from afar, and even King Harlaus, the ruler of the Swadia Kingdom, could not enjoy the groveling, flattering side of the 'arrogant Black Eagle'.

The knights rode their horses to open the way, their golden cloaks slightly raised, and the infantry lined up on either side of the road, resting their left hand on the hilt of their swords at their waists. The column of crossbowmen followed behind the knights, and Prince Craggs, escorted by the four knights of the gold-armored guard, slowly rode towards the castle.

"It's getting more and more lively. Alleyne turned and patted Victor on the shoulder, asking softly. "How much commission will we get if we kill Prince Craggs?"

Victor pulled the ragged clothes off his body and left the prince's escort with Ellene. Upon entering a dilapidated house, Victor said to him, "Mercenaries, no commission-free killings are accepted. When life is safeguarded. ”

The mercenaries live on the vastness of the dinar, and no mission can guarantee that the mercenaries will always have no food and clothing.

Keep swinging your sword and let the blood fly, so that you can survive on the continent of Calradia. It is the habit of mercenaries to observe lords, such as Prince Craggs, who has just walked by.

If one day they were hired to kill Prince Kraggs, or even King Haraus, for a handsome commission, they would not hesitate to let his head roll on the ground beneath their feet.

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