The door opened, and a burly figure stood there, like a mountain blocking all the way out.

Soveland's mouth was full of bitterness, and he felt as if he was a small fish struggling in the river of fate, trying his best to swim against the current. It seems that at a certain moment, the moment I jumped out of the water, I saw the most beautiful scenery, thinking that I had broken free from the shackles of fate, but I didn't know that the next moment I would eventually fall into the water and move towards an inevitable end.

"Maybe death is the only thing I can choose......," Sovereign thought silently, but he rushed forward, even if he died, he could not grovel.

The expected blow that would have taken his life did not materialize, and Sovereign saw a broad palm reach for him, hook his neck sharply, and throw himself out of the room.

"Let's go!" the burly figure shouted angrily, a round of dazzling golden light exploded at the doorway, the golden enchantment instantly opened on the floor, and the spinning runes floated out fine starlight, warm and soft, this is the glorious blessing of the power of order.

"Get out of here!" the Assassin, who had lost his prey all at once, roared and rushed forward, trying to continue his pursuit of Solviran, who was supposed to die.

"Die!" With a muffled voice, countless golden streamers converged from the darkness onto a pitch-black greatsword, which roared in the wind, striking a round of light comparable to the sun, and slashing out.

"Boom ......"

The manic power tore apart everything it could touch, as if to dispel the darkness that should have belonged to the night, and bring the brightest light, the sword of splendor under the majesty of order!

The entire wall was shattered, and the Assassin's stunned eyes were frozen in the lifeless pupils, accompanied by flying sawdust, raising a black rain of blood.

Sovereign looked at the burly figure, his eyes instantly moistened, as if the lost child had finally found the warmth of home. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, and his mouth opened and closed as he wanted to thank the Lord God for the best kindness he had bestowed upon him. Not to escape death, but because of the lonely road ahead, the hope of perseverance was rekindled.

Another old voice sounded behind him, interrupting his thoughts. "Don't be in a daze, my highness! Hurry up! while my old bones can hold up, haha......"

Sovereign looked back in disbelief, the voice all too familiar to him. And the owner of the voice, an ancient thin figure, was laughing, wiping his hand over the long sword flowing with dark golden runes. As if they were alive, the runes instantly gathered in his hands and pushed forward with force, and several golden streamers shot out, hitting the assassins in the aisle, blasting out a puff of golden flames that knocked them out of a long distance.

There was another loud bang, and another Assassin smashed the second-floor guardrail, slamming it onto the floor of the hotel lobby. The burly figure pushed Paislin over, and then shouted, "Get out!"

Peslin got up from the ground and yelled at Soveland, "Hell, are you all right!"

"Alive!" Sovereign said, propping himself up with his sword.

That's great news. Peslin laughed and put Sovereign's arm on his shoulder, brandished his sword, and with the old man, slew in the direction of the stairs.

The golden light flickered in the corridors of the second floor, and their formation advanced slowly, but the front and rear enemies put them under great pressure, and these Assassins were so skillful and offensive that they were even more effective than the regular soldiers of the kingdom.

What's more, death seemed to be fearless in their eyes, and no matter how hard the two knights of order tried to slash in front of them, more figures rushed up, just to keep the target's life here completely.

Sovereign and the others walked more and more slowly, thick blood and stumps and corpses everywhere, giving off a disgusting smell that filled the Goat Inn. This brutal battle has long since lost the concealment it had begun, and many of the awakened travelers are trembling and lying under their beds, trying to escape this sudden disaster. No one dares to show their heads and look at them, because curiosity is sometimes fatal.

The battle continues, the stalemate tearing at everyone's nerves, but no one chooses to give in, they are all looking for an opportunity to break the stalemate and deliver the most lethal blow to the enemy.

Just then, the wooden door in the corner of the first floor of the hotel was kicked open. Riley, the old goat, dressed in old full-body armor, rushed to the center of the hall with a large sword that seemed to be about his height. "I've said it! I've fucking said it more than once! Don't get into trouble on the old goat's turf! Don't even think about it!" he roared, his round body in his armor looking like a thick iron bucket, "those slackers in the back kitchen! don't play dead for me! Come out, give me out! Use kitchen knives, forks, shovels! Hell, anything! Get the troublemakers out of here! Immediately!

No sooner had Riley finished speaking, a group of shirtless and even shirtless men rushed out of the back kitchen screaming, brandishing various gravy and food-stained tools, and rushed towards the assassin on the stairs. In fact, Riley had already seen Sovereign and the others surrounded in the middle, for him, the matter was very simple, whoever gave the money was a guest of the inn, and whoever made trouble for the guests, he would cut whom.

With Riley and his men on board, the balance of the battle has finally been shattered. It's hard for you to imagine that this group of guys who have been begging for a living in hotels all year round have such a strong fighting power. They roared upward, advancing and retreating with evidence, only seeking to hit a blow, and there was no discipline at all.

Riley, the old goat, in particular, was so quick that he didn't look like an innkeeper who spends his days soaking in a barrel. Especially the elusive two-handed sword, which stabbed out at a tricky angle every time, harvesting one fresh life after another.

And you can clearly feel that Riley is enjoying this kind of knife-licking fight, and even developing in the direction of increasing excitement. Sovereign couldn't help but have a strange thought in his heart, this meaty "old goat" must have been a real bandit leader before he inherited the inn, he must have been.

The Assassins in the hotel retreated, and more and more casualties appeared in the ranks. A black figure that had been guarding the door rushed quickly into the alley opposite. He stopped in front of a war horse standing in the shadows, bowed down and said, "My lord, we're afraid we're in trouble......

"Trouble?" the gray-eyed man's tone turned cold, this was not the answer he wanted to hear.

"The other side seems to have helpers, and they are extremely strong," replied the black figure, "If I am not mistaken, it should be two knights of order......"

"Knight of Order, I should have thought of it, this ridiculous 'loyalty'......" The man sat on horseback and looked with interest at the loud Goat Hotel in the distance, "but it's better, it's much simpler. Withdraw it, we can't reveal our identity. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Set me a fire before you leave, the bigger the better...... the man.

"Set fire?"

"That's right, it's a big gift to the sheriff of Kugir Town...... "I hope he's not so stupid as to even touch the vine." It would be boring if it was just us, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, my lord!" replied the black figure at once, turning and rushing back to the inn.

The man tapped the horse's belly, his gray pupils glittering with a strange light in the darkness, and his voice was calm, as if the unexpected defeat had had no effect on him. "Naive guys...... Run, as far as you can run, our web can weave...... You won't find until you're running out of life, but you're just spinning in circles blankly......," the man chuckled to himself, then turned his horse's head around leisurely and disappeared into the night.

Soon, in the midst of several bursts of flames, the Assassins retreated without hesitation. Sovereign and Paislin slipped out the back door of the hotel with their savior. An assassination begins and ends in silence, leaving only the travelers who escaped from the hotel in flames, Riley, the old goat, who is standing on the main road, and his men.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and the crimson flames that spread in the dark night, like the tongue of a demon in hell, kept tasting the wooden body of the inn. The whole house was completely burning, and the rain-soaked wood emitted swirling steam under the rushing heat. No one went up to put out the fire, because even the owner of the place was happily watching this feast of fire and water.

"Have you snatched all the valuables?!" Riley asked, turning back, "Lord God, if you forget, I'll throw you into the fire at once!"

"Don't worry, boss!" replied one of the fellows with a smile, "not only did we snatch our things, but we also snatched the gold coins from those corpses!"

"Hah! my men are the smartest!" Riley nodded in satisfaction, "Think of it as compensation for burning down the hotel, damn it!"

A man dressed as a chef tossed the cloth bag in his hand to Riley. "They're gone, leaving a big bag of gold coins on the wine cabinet. ”

Riley took it in his hand and slid it down. "I like those two little ones. He said as he watched the flames rise from the hotel.

"Boss, why don't you rescue it?" someone said.

"Salvage?...... "Riley laughed and plunged his two-handed sword into the dirt, "Lord God is above, I'm only interested in the territory! As for the ruined inn on the territory, left behind by my dead father, I've long since seen it unpleasant!" he paused and muttered quietly, "Well, may his soul rest in peace." ”

"And then?" said one of the guys, picking his teeth.

"Build a bigger, prettier Goat Inn!" Riley said excitedly, waving his fist, "I said it had to be the best hotel in Cogill Town! ”

The guys laughed along with Riley, and the other travelers looked at them as if they were monsters, as if they had never seen a laughing madman standing in front of their own burning hotel.

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Digression in this chapter: Thanks to the book friend 'Pupil of Heaven', 300 recommendation votes a month, such encouragement and support is enough to make me grateful, compass thank you. And those who also voted for this book, the compass can't find your names, but please accept my sincerest and most humble thanks, thank you.