"Damn!"

Frank simply roared at the word - he was sure he had never felt such a thunderous rage. But looking at the dried corpses in the watchtower www.biquge.info and thinking of the possible encounters of his teammates who were still in danger, his heart was like being burned on a blazing fire, and the pain was incomparable, and the thunder and anger were naturally revealed.

He stared viciously at the initiator:

"You have done a good job! You have succeeded in pushing me into the abyss of cowardice, shame, ugliness, ridiculousness, and dishonor! From then on, everyone who knows me will laugh at me behind their backs and even in their faces, 'Look! that deserter who loves the House of Helon! That courageous bandit!' This ridicule will be with me for the rest of my life! Not only me, but my family, my father, will be disgraced by it...... You, you're trying to force me to cut myself!"

"Your Highness! You must not have such thoughts!" said the white bear McCarty, helplessly and anxiously, to persuade again. Obviously, this is not the first time that this situation has happened, and I don't know how many similar scoldings he has heard on the way here, reincarnation, without repetition, which makes him admire this second young master of the Ai Xilun family a little, but it is the first time he has heard such a fierce attitude.

Do you want to be so ......stupid to defend your honor? Ah, no, willful? What is honor? Can you eat it? How much is a pound? Is it okay to sell mine to you? How precious life is? Do you know the taste of power? Do you understand the power of money? Have you ever tasted the allure of women? Isn't it good to live well?

McCarty said he couldn't understand it, so he felt aggrieved. In normal times, he must not hesitate to give this kind of stupid a knife, white in red and out, so that he understands the preciousness of life, but now the object is Frank, this lord's status is respectful, and he can't be guilty or damaged, he doesn't dare to do this.

Therefore, only try to persuade as much as possible.

After thinking about it, McCarty really figured out something. He pointed to the dried corpse on the ground and said, "Actually, the death of this unlucky guy is not necessarily a bad thing. ”

"Bastard!"

"What did you say?!"

Two angry rebukes erupted, not from Frank, but from two other low-ranking priests. They were also attacked by vampires and then tied up in a watchtower, and after being found by the three who had withdrawn, they were naturally saved one after another. And this is the reason why Frank and his party rushed to this tower, originally they wanted to save the third priest, but they didn't expect to find a dried corpse in the end.

Even ignoring the origins of their peers, the sadness of the rabbit's death alone was enough to make the two of them furious at McCarty's blasphemous. Of course, they only dare to move their mouths, and they will never do it if they roll up their sleeves and go into battle to seek justice, because the black bear Dirkku, who has been silent, suddenly turned his head and stared at them, and with just one look, they didn't dare to make a mistake.

Naturally, McCarty will not care about these two pastors, and he may have to draw a knife against each other again on weekdays, but he still knows that he can't make the atmosphere too stiff now, so he took the initiative to lower his posture: "No offense, I'm just stating the facts." ”

He pointed to the dried corpse and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, think about why this priest alone was killed, and the other two were not?"

There was silence, all thinking.

"The most plausible explanation is that they had no intention of killing people, but then changed their minds on the spur of the moment due to some special circumstances. Probably...... Because it was in a hurry, and it was necessary, I had to do it. So we can make some reasonable assumptions......"

"It is very likely that they were defeated, escaped in a hurry, and were seriously wounded, and as they passed by this tower, they could not help but have a bad intention, and brutally killed the priest to ...... Supplies. ”

"The signs on the corpse give strong proof. The tooth marks on the neck tell us that a vampire did it...... Oh, that's nonsense! Look at the body, and leave no water or blood at all! This is too much! Experience has taught me that even the most despicable vampire would not do such a murderous act! It only shows that the murderous vampire is so weak, hungry, and desperate that he can no longer pay attention to those unwritten rules! It must be extremely badly wounded! It can't even escape!"

"The traces inside the tower are also important clues! Lo and behold, the surrounding area is full of traces of their activity! It tells us that the vampires have just escaped! They were taken away by our arrival! Why, then, were they scared away by us, because they were so badly wounded that they could not beat us now!"

“...... The conclusion is that we can look forward to the triumphant return of our companions who are still inside, though we must extend our deep condolences to this unfortunate pastor. ”

"I can't believe that I can still pull out a lot of seemingly reliable reasoning!"

McCarty was immensely moved, trembling and tearful, and seemed to be very much in line with his optimistic reasoning, but he was only moved by his own rhetoric, which he felt so powerful that he almost convinced himself!

In fact, in his mind, there was another speculation - the vampire won, but he paid a very high price for the victory, and when he retreated, he couldn't bear it, so he took the priest with his hand......

In contrast, he prefers to believe the unspoken.

The rest of the people looked at each other, unbelievable but yet believing.

Frank was in place, not saying a word, he was pondering, pondering, pondering, both to determine the truth and falsity of McCarty's inference, and to plan what to do next. In fact, in his heart, he was inclined to believe that McCarty's inference was true, of course, there were a lot of personal emotional factors involved, and he would always prefer to see his friends return victorious than anything else. So he would love to enter Fort Forward again, probe the situation, and confirm the results, but he knew that with the black and white bears present, the idea was not destined to come true.

Is it really just a silent wait? so powerless.......

Is there any way to help the returning companions? even with a simple instruction......

Pregnant!

Frank immediately ran outside, not to do anything difficult for the black and white bears who were chasing after him, but to stand in front of the tower and recite the incantation with a solemn face. Soon, a thick cloud of arcane energy was condensed, it was sent to the top of the tower by Frank, and then transformed into a bright arcane rune, and the condensed rich blue glow immediately spread, and the watchtower began to shine, looking from a distance, it looked like a proud lighthouse standing on the top of the cliff all year round.

In this way, you can probably see a little light in the thick fog, right?

All that can be done is wait.

Oh, no, and pray! No, the two ministers, who were feeling helpless, had begun to whisper prayers with pious expressions. After thinking about it, Frank didn't choose to follow along and pray. When things are not working, not only are he helpless and sad, but he only knows how to hold his hands and mutter, which inevitably seems too incompetent and weak, neither his identity nor his will is allowed to do so.

So Frank continued to stand in front of the tower, pursed his lips, and stared at the gray place motionlessly.

Time passed minute by minute, and the torment continued to increase little by little.

The people who were looking forward to seeing them hadn't yet appeared, but many unrelated people were attracted to them. They were all mercenaries, ronins, and travelers operating in several nearby market towns, and the glorious watchtower caught their attention, and their curiosity was overflowing, so they came to check it out.

There are more and more of these people, and their appearance makes Frank's eyes shine.

"I am Archduke Josephine, the second son of Thurman Ashlon, and John Frank..... Josephine Ashlon!"

Frank introduced himself loudly, and after a long speech, he finally said all his full name, and his training since childhood had made his performance impeccable, arrogant and measured, and the perfect aristocratic demeanor shocked these old hats.

“....... I need warriors to go deep into that ruined military fort inside and take up the ranks of my Duke's Palace!"

Frank, of course, wasn't prepared to have a polite exchange with these people, and in a few words, he made his request clear - yes, a request, not a request, and most of the time in his own territory, he didn't need to put down his body.

You look at me, I look at you, and no one agrees for a while. Did they all understand the difficulty of the task? In fact, many of them had gone deep into the unclean land not far away, and some had entered the ruined military fort, and they all knew that it was not the most dangerous place, and it was reasonable to say that it would not be too difficult to go deep into this place to respond. However, the clearer they became, the more inappropriate these people felt, and the more they did not dare to accept it.

The second prince of the dignified Duke's Mansion actually needs me to perform a task that is not difficult to carry out with a lowly person like a wild dog? Could there be some fatal secret hidden in this that is not enough for outsiders?

Experienced wanderers, they can't help but think too much.

Fortunately, there was always a particularly courageous and adventurous presence among these people, and it was not long before a lion-nosed leather-armored warrior came out with his companion.

"'Wild Lion' Kapanik, I am willing to share the worries of His Highness!"

"Very well! The brave will be rewarded handsomely! Listen! If you and your companions can find out the news and pick up the warriors of the Duke's Palace, you will be rewarded with two units of sugar!"

The wild lion Kapanic suddenly became breathing heavily, and the rest of the people were even red-eyed. One unit refers to the amount of cargo that can fill a standard horse-drawn truck, so two units of sugar, of course, refers to the amount of sugar that can fill two trucks. As for what white sugar is, how much it is worth, as long as you have recently been to Crescent City, there is nothing you don't know.

This is to make a fortune!

"Your Highness, we are willing to go too!"

"Your Highness, we will be able to share your worries!"

"Your Highness, please be sure to leave the task to me!

"Fart! You Crow Squad is a scrap team you can't rely on!"

"Hmph, kind of why don't you say it again?"

"Try it, try it, afraid of you, ....... you?"

......

Some of the people who were still hesitating to wait and see a few seconds ago have become particularly resolute and courageous at this time, clamoring and asking each other to fight, and even arguing at the expense of arguing. As for Kapanik and his companions, they have long since rushed into the Unholy Lands without saying a word.

"Stop!" Frank raised his hands in the air, "a unit." Each team that successfully completes the mission will be rewarded with one unit of sugar!"

"Huh, why only one unit?"

"It's not fair!"

"That's not fair!"

......

The men were clamoring again, and Frank just smiled and looked at them with a slight sneer, until they were quiet again.

"That's a reward for the courage of the 'wild lions' to take on the task first! As for why they received this reward, you have to ask yourselves! I won't explain more! In short, a unit of sugar! Those who can complete the task will receive this kind of reward!"

The wanderers began to whisper to each other, and soon, a decision was made, with some teams rushing into the unclean land, while others chose to stay put.

Turning around, Frank looked at McCarty and said solemnly, "Look! With so many adventurers as company, I think we should go in too." ”

"No way!"

"You!"

"You can't take any risks. McCarty just shook his head, and Dirkku silently stood on the other side of Frank, the two of them firmly blocking his space.

"Hmph!" Frank was angry, but he could only continue to stand in front of the tower, silently waiting.

The number of arrivals continued to grow, and one after another heard from the mouths of the first comers that Frank had decreed the mission, and like the first comers, some chose to go and some chose to stay, and those who remained were stationed around the watchtower, waiting silently with Frank, and did not know why.

The atmosphere was extremely dull and stagnant, as if the space was filled with glue instead of air. This atmosphere was not finally broken until the appearance of a team of knights who rolled up puffs of smoke and dust.

The knights were dressed in thick and tight armor and wore uniformly styled burqas embroidered with conspicuous crescent emblems. The war horse under the crotch is shrouded in horse armor, and the face door is covered with hideous bridles, tall and strong, and there are many axes, hammers and halberds hanging on the body, which looks like a fierce monster.

In fact, they do have the blood of monsters, and ordinary horses can't do the perverted work of carrying elite knights in full armor, no matter how far and near they are traveling. Fortunately, there are not many of them, so they will not steal the jobs of all their peers.

This is a majestic team, but they should have shown a bright and mighty appearance, but at this moment they are wrapped in a heavy wind and frost and killing color, indicating that this is in the way back, but I don't know if they are returning with victory.

Because the logo was so obvious, everyone around the watchtower immediately knew what this group of knights who shouldn't have been here was, they were the Crescent Knights, the most powerful force in the territory of Crescent City, in the hands of the Grand Duke of Ashlon. What was even more surprising was that the head of the Crescent Knights, Eddon, rode his horse and led the team himself.

No one knows why the Knights of the Crescent Moon are here, only that they did go out more than half a month ago, and many have witnessed the pomp and circumstance when they left the city. Thinking about it this way, at this moment, if it's either in the middle of the mission, or after the mission is completed, well, it sounds like nonsense.

The cavalry soon approached the watchtower, and the leader Olden left the queue and hurried his horse swaying towards Frank, but the knights behind him suddenly accelerated, forming a tighter formation in a few breaths, and then, in a suspicious and then horrified gaze, he unreasonably rushed into the crowd, knocking away a number of dull-minded rammers, and then stabbed out from the other side, and the dust settled, and the crowd and the watchtower were separated.

"Hey, Frank!" said Edendon Lisso, dismounting, greeting affectionately as he walked, still smiling and graceful, but it was hardly a knightly demeanor that was outstanding enough, and Guy was greatly deprived of points for his beer belly and lap legs.

Compared with Urden's casualness, Frank was much more restrained, he bowed respectfully, and replied respectfully, "Hello! Uncle Olden...... Oh, how did you get here?"