The flames burned more and more, and only the crackling sound of dry wood remained on the execution ground, and the heat flowed like a rolling wave. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Alan stood by the torture rack, staring at the men in the crowd dressed as businessmen, and Winnie's exclamations and screams kept coming from behind him.

As the minutes ticked by, the heat grew stronger as the flames rose, and the scorching pain began to hit Alice's feet, then her arms, and finally her cheeks.

She finally let go of her closed lips and, like Winnie, let out a terrible scream.

The group remained unmoved, and the situation was beyond Allen's estimates, and he began to curse the guard who poured the oil and kept looking back at the two women behind him.

They were tied tightly to the pillars, the burning pain undisguised on their faces, Winnie's long hair was bent, and from their screams, Alan knew that if they didn't stop, the fire would really burn them to char.

But he couldn't stop now, at least not until the group did it, it would disturb Wilson, who might be disguised in the crowd, and if he did, the two women would be of no use.

Fortunately, he had a back hand, and before the fire burned their faces, he would signal the Guards, who were already in ambush in the crowd, to cause chaos among his comrades disguised as witches, and then he would be able to stop the execution in a grand manner.

Unbeknownst to Kenny, Kenny begins to regret agreeing with the idea because the woman named Winnie is tied up on the torture rack. From Selsey's eyes, he could see how much the honest man cared about her, and even did not hesitate to hide everything for her. He didn't know what had happened between them, but what he could guess was that if Winnie had died in the fire, Cersi would have wringed Allen's head off, and even .....

He didn't dare to think about it any longer, and then turned his gaze to Allen.

"You know me and you know what we're doing. Alan stared at the crowd in the distance before opening his mouth, "Put away the shameful woman's kindness in your eyes, you are the master of Nippur, the future king of the First Continent, and the inheritor of the Dalton family." He turned his head and lowered his voice, "Don't let me sprout the idea of replacing you, not at all, wolf pattern testify!"

Kenny sighed and swallowed back into his stomach what he had meant to say.

"Lord!" Aiden walked from behind the rack and handed over a narrow roll of parchment, "just sent by a guard." ”

"Guard?" Kenny asked, opening the scroll, "Who gave it to him?"

He asked the guard who gave him parchment, and he said that he was a young servant who did not look like a man from Morwinburg, and then he did not ask again. Aiden replied with a bow.

Kenny paused, then handed the roll to Alan.

Alan took the scroll and saw that the yellowed parchment had the words written in tiny letters, 'Beware of Sersi'.

"Who gave it?" asked Allen, holding the roll of paper in his palm and turning his head.

"There are too many people who handle it, but it shouldn't be from Mowinburg. Kenny replied with a frown.

Alan Moz's hand was scrolling with a scroll of paper, and his heart sank. With the constant screams behind him, he felt as if he was in the middle of an intensifying storm, and what made him even more worried was that the group of guys disguised in the crowd hadn't done it yet.

He looked back at the women in the fire, the flames almost touching their ankles.

Before that, he had ordered the wood to be piled up to a strange width, precisely to slow down the spread of the fire, but he ignored the usefulness of the oil, and even more so that the man who poured the oil could be so dedicated, and he cursed in his heart again in his heart, and the mercenary knights in the crowd who had not yet moved.

He began to comfort himself and tried to put the panic behind him. Wait, before the flames scorch their delicate skin, he will ambush the Guards, and while they cause chaos, he will save Kenny's reputation and ensure that Winnie does not die in the fire.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hooves behind him.

Alan and Kenny turned around, and a spear flew towards the torture rack, followed by Sercy's roar and the cracking of the stout column.

Mixed with the panicked screams of the two women, the crowd clearly did not know what was happening, and after a brief thought, Alan signaled the action to the guards who were ambushed in the crowd.

In the next second, he pulled out the black steel sword at his waist, and then there was a flash of iron, and the target of the blade was not the flesh, but the rope that bound Winnie.

She fell from the rack, landing on her belly and side face, and landed on the edge of a pair of silver boots. Before the pain came, she felt a sharp sword stabbing at her, but fortunately, the next second it was not blood, she felt her hands relax, and then, a pair of hands reached out.

When Eren spun on his horse, Aiden's black feather arrow had already flown out, and the arrow shot through a man's calf impartially, and the crowd was in a commotion as promised.

The guards in ambush rushed to the execution ground, as if they had been rehearsed a long time ago, and the two groups of guards collided wildly.

The bumps did not make Allen lose his instinct to think, and within seconds of arriving on the battlefield, he confirmed his previous thoughts, and one of the people in the group drew his sword, they were indeed mercenary knights in disguise.

The horse leaped over the man who had fallen to the ground, a sharp saber stabbed at him, and Eren dodged the blow sideways in the saddle, then felt something cross his right arm, and then he heard a crisp clash of iron, and Kenny galloped past him, and the sword was aimed at his heart a split second.

Kenny pierced an enemy in the chest and reached for the spear in his hand, when suddenly an enemy rushed at him with the spear in hand, and the black feather arrow pierced the man's head before the tip of the spear reached the warhorse under his crotch.

He turned his horse's head and let the gravel drink the unfortunate man's blood, as if he didn't want to stay alive or had forgotten Alan's idea. Before the next enemy arrived, he slung his spear over his shoulder and, like Mike's cavalry soldiers, rode his horse toward another enemy.

Alan jerked his horse's head around and charged at another target with a sword in one hand. The panicked crowd surged through the streets, and in the confusion, he noticed that the swords of the enemy in front of him were somewhat familiar, and the exchange of blood did not allow him to think about it, and he needed to capture at least two or three mercenary knights alive before the group of fellows could fully react.

As he thought, he pierced the heart of an enemy, and his breathing became slow and calm. Then, after a few more encounters, he confirmed that the enemy had less than twenty men, which made him somewhat glad, and wondered if Wilson had gone so quickly that he didn't even have time to take the commission for hiring knights.

But another question arose in his mind, and he looked at the enemy lying in a pool of blood, and the creature's sword, his clothes, his silhouette, and his unshaven beard always seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere. (To be continued.) )