Jomuro took advantage of the moonlight to go to the entrance of the village, where the two men were unconscious and fell asleep in the haystack, and he hesitated for a moment, not because he had suddenly come to mercy and mercy to think of what kind of evil he was going to do, but because he thought that if he killed someone at the entrance of the village, he would have to face the trouble of disposing of the corpse.

He stood there with his cane and thought for a while, and when he thought of a plan, he walked confidently towards the haystack again.

The first thing he saw was the straw-haired young man sleeping soundly in the haystack, and he seemed to be sleeping so soundly that old Yomuro almost changed his mind at that moment—right here, how easy it was to swing his cane and give this guy a blow on the head! Old Yomuro knew that he was a cripple now, and that the result of walking with a cane every day was that his arms were only stronger than before, and the gods forbid, in the past, many heads wearing those iron helmets could not withstand the blow of his club!

What a beautiful scene it was to smash this hateful fellow to the point that he could not even scream at the door and go to hell! Old Yomuro gasped, he could barely resist the temptation!

Start here...... Even if he woke up, there was nowhere to run, there was a haystack behind him, and he only had a knife......

Old Yomuro licked his lips, he was going to be attracted by this bloody, wonderful illusion! However, he still painfully thought in time that if he killed people here, the corpses and blood stains afterwards would be a big problem.

Just let this guy live a little longer!

He gave up the idea of killing people on the spot, walked up to the young man, and supported his body with a cane. Reach out a hand and push the other person.

At this moment, "Old man." Is it lost if you don't sleep so late? This prosaic sentence almost disarmed old Yomuro on the spot—a young man who looked to him no different from a dead man suddenly spoke, no different from a skeleton in a church graveyard suddenly standing up and speaking—old Yomuro almost didn't

Clamp the crutch he was going to use as a murder weapon.

Baryl watched Serenically as Old Yomuro trembled. To be honest, this scene was not pretty, except for the fact that it was a little dramatic, if it weren't for the fact that he was out of the clutches of his boss (Jason: Phew!). Accepting you is the biggest mistake of my life) for two days in a row, so that I will not have the spirit to appreciate!

It's also a shame that he has been whirring for two days in a row, although this haystack is covered and covered, it is not as good as having a roof and walls, he can't sleep well after he has slept enough, Beryl is lazy enough, but he has not yet had the ability to hibernate a dormouse!

So. Old Yomrow's struggles actually fell into his eyes.

"Grandpa, are you sick?" That being said, Beryl had no intention of getting up to help him at all—it was a big deal to wake up the red-haired former nun in the haystack next to her, and as a former nun, she was certainly better than herself in caring for the sick—and Bellier did not know that Grerell was only a trainee nun and had not learned anything under the abbess who was happy to be an accomplice of the former archbishop.

"No, it's not." Old Yomuro forced himself to compose, composed, composed, he hadn't waved his crutches yet. The other party doesn't have any evidence to prove that he is not good for him, maybe he just didn't fall asleep, damn it.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have let it go. So he got down the donkey, claiming that he was lost and sick, and told the young man to send him home, but old Yomuro was as strong as steel. He still didn't give up on his plans: "Shhhh I'm here to report when Count Edward escaped. I hid the treasure in a cave in the forest, and I was collecting herbs to cure my legs in the forest, and I saw them burying the treasure, but I couldn't dig it up by myself, and I didn't want to let the villagers know about it, so I wouldn't be able to keep my treasure. ”

Digging for treasure in the woods in the middle of the night? The lazy Beryl, who is too lazy to open his mouth when others put the bribe money under his nose, will not fall for this kind of deception that requires his own efforts, "Treasure, I'll call someone to dig it up during the day." ”

"Well, you know, that's the Count's treasure."

"The same goes for the king's treasure, when I call someone to dig it during the day, don't worry, grandpa, you will be indispensable when the time comes, and I will give you a medal."

"Hey!" Old Yomrow always thought that even the archbishop could not resist the temptation of money, but he never dreamed that he would meet such a medieval Robespierre, who was angry and dehumanized! Say good about humanity! "Die, you (this inhuman)!"

With a fierce look in his eyes, he supported himself with his good legs, raised his crutches with both hands, and hit the head of the future heir to the General Staff, a series of movements like flowing water!

"Bang!"

The red-haired former nun who quietly walked behind Old Yomuro, and after hearing that sentence, she didn't have time to think about it, and raised her fists together and knocked down on Old Yomro's head!

"Huh!" If Jenny had given this blow, old Yomuro would probably have hit the street on the spot, but Glarel was just an ordinary girl, and she didn't have a weapon in her hand in a hurry, so what was it to be beaten by an ordinary girl...... Calculate......

Taking advantage of the pause when the old Yomuro was attacked in the back of the head, Beryl jumped in front and gave the old Yomuro a flying leg!

"Whew!" Old Yomuro fell to the ground after this blow, and Grage immediately confiscated his murder weapon, the cane, and now he didn't even have to tie him up, and Beryl was naturally too lazy to do this work.

"You didn't sleep?" He asked Larreel.

"Can't sleep." Grirrell replied sullenly, and then shouted at Old Yomuro, "You scoundrel! Tell me why you want to kill! Say! The rumors in the village are yours! ”

Old Yomuro stared at a pair of fierce eyes, refusing to answer.

"Why are you bothering this god, if he doesn't confess, won't you know tomorrow if you ask the villagers? Then you don't need him to open his mouth, well, it's better if he doesn't open his mouth, so that the trial will be much faster, he is so lame, I guess he can't do the work of smashing stones, the last time I had a meeting in the ministry, I heard them say that they want to erect gallows at the mouth of the river to intimidate the pirates and robbers, but there are still a few corpses of robbers......"

"Phew! You're the robbers! ”

"Old scoundrel! Why do you say that! "It's not like a former nun hasn't been scolded on her head, but it's the first time I've worn the robber hat.

"You, you have worked for the female robber who took the throne of orthodoxy, aren't you also a robber?" Old Yomuro finally let out, his eyes wide as he stared directly at the two traitors who were working for the usurper.

"Orthodox king?" Beryl sneered, "I didn't expect there to be such loyal people in this village, but it's a pity that you are loyal to the wrong person, the former king abandoned the country, and the current queen is recognized by the archbishop." ”

"Nonsense! The Grand Monastery does not recognize ...... at all" (to be continued......