A group of thieves, to put it bluntly, is also organized thieves. A thief is not a samurai, not a knight, at most a ruthless ordinary person. It is certainly enough to deal with ordinary people who are also ruthless enough to leave room in their hearts, but when they need to face the Templars and Templars, professions that exist specifically for combat, they can only be described in four words, that is, they are chickens and dogs, and they are vulnerable.

"Three-fingered daddy, fight with them!", a thief took out the dagger hidden in his arms, the dagger was very slender, more like a "sword" in Eastern civilization, half narrower than a normal dagger, and not long. Most of these people have similar things on their bodies, some are claw knives, some are daggers, and these things are more often used not to show force and deterrence, but to cut.

The boss who is known as the three-fingered dad has a blue face, gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Fight!"

He can see that even if he gives 100,000 gold coins, maybe this cunning and vicious young man will have a back hand against them, rather than retreating step by step and being forced into a corner to struggle, it is better to let go at this time. If you can get a small life back from the hands of the god of the underworld, you will wash your hands for the rest of your life, honestly find a remote countryside, and die in a foreign land in peace. Any ambition and ambition are fake, only a small life is real.

Hanno was the first to rush forward, he hadn't trained as a samurai for even a day, he hadn't memorized the rules of knighthood, but he knew that shame could only be washed away with blood. He wants to wash away his shame and the stain on himself with the lives and blood of these people.

Everyone had a desperate reason, so from the very beginning, the engagement went into a white heat.

It's just that these thieves are just thieves after all, and it can be said that it takes only three Templars to bloodied a dozen or twenty of them, not to mention that there are more than three Templars here.

In just three minutes, the smell of blood filled the entire restaurant, and my nose choked uncomfortably. The battle ended in an inexplicable dignette humming by Rossi, and the three-fingered father was supported by two wounded young men, whose eyes were full of despair and regret.

They shouldn't have stolen Hano's money, and after getting the burden full of gold coins, Daddy Three-Fingered had an inexplicable premonition that there would be such a day. But he was too greedy, and all these years of peaceful life made him lose his vigilance and forget what a thief should do when he gets something he shouldn't have - run.

He also thought about waiting until after Victory Day before leaving, because the money he could earn in those few days was enough to cover half a year's income.

But this little bit of greed, a little bit of numbness, made him bury his own life and that of his children in his own hands.

Rosie patted his leg and stood up, Hano came over with a face full of blood, kicked the corpse on the ground a few times, stood beside him, and bent down deeply, "Master Rosie, kill it clean." ”

Rosie glanced at him and nodded, "You're doing a good job, men have proven their worth with bravery." Saying that, the wind stepped lightly on the bloody floor, and every time he stepped on it, there would be a snapping sound of hitting the water. He walked not far in front of Daddy Three-Fingered and took out a handkerchief to hide under his nose. The smell of blood after volatilization is very heavy, and even heavier is the dirty smell of the internal organs themselves, which is particularly unpleasant. Some people who work in slaughterhouses may know that they are very unaccustomed to this industry when they first come into contact with it, and it takes a lot of time to gradually get used to it.

The diners suddenly opened, and a Templar dragged the bloody man through the door with a man's leg, leaving a deep trail of blood, "This man jumped down the stairs and was caught. ”

Rosie glanced back and didn't care, in fact, he had already seen a few people running out the back door, needless to say they knew what they were going to do. There are people watching the back door, and they can't run out.

He looked at the three-fingered father calmly and asked with a smile, "Where are my things?" ”

It is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence, the tone is soft and calm, but it is also full of unquestionable and resisting power.

The three-fingered father smiled miserably and looked at Rosie who was less than three meters away in front of him, and the dagger in his hand had long since fallen to where it had fallen. The dagger may be good for assassination, but face-to-face combat often can't stop a single slash from a long sword.

He glanced at the cracked left hand of the tiger, and the left hand that he had secretly practiced for more than ten years was also useless, and he looked around, and the corpses of children were all over the ground. He burst into tears and cried loudly. He pushed away the two young men who were supporting him, and knelt on the ground with a pop, "Let them go, and the money will be given to you." ”

Rosie pursed her lips, touched her right hand behind her, and with a sudden wave, a puddle of blood sizzled out like a fountain. Three-fingered Daddy's eyes widened, staring at Rosie, who slowly inserted the sword into the scabbard behind him, "Bargain with me when you are dying?", and then kicked the upper body of Three-Fingered Daddy, and he fell to the ground, twitching without a sound.

The two young men were pale, their lips were chapped and pale, and their eyes were flustered and full of fear.

Rosie asked again, "Where's the money?"

One of the young men rolled his throat twice, opened his lips tremblingly, Rossi raised his head slightly, and Hano, who was standing behind him, smiled and raised his long sword to split the other young man in two, "One person is enough to live, and the others are superfluous!"

The young man's whole body trembled violently, where had he ever seen such a scene? To them, a fight of thirty or fifty men with sticks was already a big scene, and if one or two people could die, they would be blown by them for months or even two or three years. But at this moment, looking around, those brothers who sit together on weekdays to brag and fart, discuss whose daughter-in-law is good-looking, discuss which fan is alive, and are like relatives are lying on the ground and dying, and the courage he originally thought he had suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only endless fear.

Hano spat a mouthful of saliva, rolled up his sleeves and half-knelt on the ground, carefully wiped Rosie's calfskin boots stained with a few drops of blood, "What a damn, I actually soiled Lord Rossi's boots! I should have chopped you all up and fed the dogs!", he suddenly looked up at the young man, and roared: "Answer Lord Rosie's words, where is the money?"

The man shook violently, sat down on the ground, and pointed backwards to the small door beside him, "In the cellar, there is money for this period in the cellar, and the rest of the money is buried in the warehouse by the river. ”

Hano stood up and rolled up his sleeves, "If you lie to Master Rosie, I'll kill your whole family!", and he kicked open the small door and walked in.

Rosie pulled over a stool and sat down, "You'd better pray that what you say is true, my servant is not very good-tempered, very impulsive, especially in the last few days, he is about to get angry at every turn, I can't talk about him." ”

The young man didn't even dare to look into Rossi's eyes, his head bowed, and he didn't dare to move.

After about two minutes, Hano walked out of the cellar, his eyes shining with gold, "Master Rosie, there is money in the two big wine barrels, at least forty or fifty thousand gold coins!"

At this time, Rossi had a smile on his face and nodded, "Very good, bring all the money, let's go to the warehouse to have a look, I hope I can have a little surprise." ”

As early as when Rossi and his party surrounded the small restaurant, the sheriff and the army captain brought people to maintain law and order in the neighborhood. Rosie is a nobleman and has privileges, and there are some thieves in it, not to mention that they didn't do anything to ordinary travelers, so they didn't interfere with Rosie's behavior.

The most terrible thing is that it also involves a big man in the imperial capital - Prince Fabio.

Who knows what kind of money Hano was carrying on his body for Prince Fabio? The matter was involved in this great god, and no one was in charge, for fear of accidentally implicating himself.

Even when a few people accompanying Rossi killed a person who jumped from the second floor on the street, they just looked at it without speaking, and dispersed the crowd of onlookers around them with cold faces.

People love to see lively animals, and the more you don't let people look at them, the more they want to know what's going on. The locals who have gathered here for several years are talking about it, and it is nothing more than that the three-fingered father has provoked people who should not be provoked and has been retaliated against. They were very familiar with this place, and naturally knew what kind of place this small restaurant was, and they all gloated and watched and discussed.

After a while, Rosie was the first to walk out, without much change in expression, holding a handkerchief in his palm, and the few people behind him were all wearing heavy burdens. As soon as the door opened, a strong bloody smell mixed with the smell of internal organs and the smell of feces and urine after death rushed out, making the lively onlookers suddenly close their mouths and cautiously retreat a distance.

The captain squeezed out a smile, and through the gap between the crowds, he could already see the corpses and blood all over the room, "My lord, is the matter done?"

"Excuse me, it's already done. Rossi's words were like a spring breeze Buddha face, without a trace of fireworks, "I still have something to do, go first." ”

The captain hurriedly moved out of the way, and the onlookers were silent, dividing the crowd into two halves.

As Hanno passed by the captain and sheriff, he slapped two money bags on their chests. The blood in his body had not yet cooled and dried up, his face was also dripping with blood, and there was a cut on his shoulder, a demon who had come out of hell alive. "Master Rosie said, it's troublesome for the two, this is a little heart. After speaking, he hurried a few steps and followed closely behind Rossi.

The whole street was silent, everyone's heart was beating violently, and the rows of bloody footprints on the ground made them dare not make a sound!