The smoke and dust drifted away, and soon left a thick gray line at the end of the main road. Aubrey, who was sitting on horseback, straightened his waist with some difficulty, and his body was really unbearable for a long time, but he did not dare to have the slightest perfunctory etiquette when parting.

Of course, it's not because Aubrey is well-behaved or extremely cultured. It was because of the contact for nearly a month that he had an extremely clear understanding of the eldest son of the regent who had just left, or rather, even gave him a trace of the most real awe and fear in his heart. Such an emotion has never been felt in the heart of Aubrey, who is accustomed to seeing a large number of noble heirs.

Is it just that the other party shows ruthlessness and spicy methods? No, of course not, as aristocrats, the word ruthlessness has long become their commonality, and there is really nothing surprising about it. It's shrewdness, it's the shrewdness that seems to always know everything, and every time it makes Aubrey, who is looking at him, feel a kind of illusion of chilling all over his body, as if he has been seen through in an instant, and no mind can escape the grasp of the other party.

From now on, the House of Dviculle was going to be branded as regent, and Aubrey knew that, but he and his father had no choice, not even the other counties in the Western Province. The people who can be the earls are not idiots, they are very clear about the meaning of the imperial decree, and the reason why the Duke of the Westland is vacant, and the reason why the Count Fenris is to act on behalf of the provincial government shows the attitude of the regent Donis.

Duke Eudora of the Westside is not childless, and for Donis, as long as Teresa bows her head and expresses her support, she can immediately inherit the title and become the new Duke of the West. But is Teresa likely to bow her head? It's like an unsolvable problem, in the face of great interests and absolute strength, either accept or oppose, no one interferes with your choice, but you have to bear the consequences of your choice.

A vassal of a vassal is not your vassal...... But what if the Dwikule family became vassals of the king?...... The thought that popped into Aubrey's mind was like a burning flame, burning his body to the core, and the burst of heat seemed to replace the blood, rushing through the veins and burning every inch of skin on his body.

Yes, all enemies in his way must be destroyed! The longing in his heart has never been clearer and so strong, and the two figures who fled to the county of the Red Keep must be completely strangled! Only in this way can he have the name of the Dvikule family engraved on the Western Province, only in this way can he reap the maximum benefit after the death of Murich, and only in this way can he take off the hat of the bastard!

"Whew......" Aubrey, who had been standing at the gate for a long time, took a deep breath, "It seems that I need to pay some attention to my father...... The Lord God is above, and it would not be good if in the days to come, this father, who is addicted to alcohol, will add a few younger brothers and sisters to himself. Thinking to himself, he turned his horse's head, beckoned his retinue, and re-entered Nightingale City. But before that, there was one more important thing for him to complete - His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was imprisoned in the dungeon, had to be disposed of immediately. Although there is no respect in words, the other party's real status as the crown prince also makes Aubrey jealous, even if the other party is a crown prince who has lost everything.

As Aubrey's figure faded into the crowd, the battle at the city gates, full of intrigue and profit, finally came to an end. Among the small group of civilians onlookers, no one would notice a slightly thin figure, slightly pressing the felt hat that covered his head.

The figure in the jacket looked no different from the farmer who lived outside the city, and his washed trousers and mud-stained palms made it impossible for him to attract anyone's attention.

Picking up the sack of sackcloth at his feet, the farmer muttered a few words, and walked along the main road at the end of the drawbridge in the direction of the outside of the city. Farther and farther away, when he had spent a great deal of time, even a long way away from Nightingale City, he looked around cautiously, and after making sure that there was no tail behind him, he plunged headlong into the bushes beside him.

To the northeast of Nightingale City, this figure walked for a long time on the wasteland covered with gravel and weeds, and even made a large arc before it was close to noon, and walked out of this land and into the more inaccessible dense forests and mountains.

Above his head, the "farmer" took the felt hat off his head and stuffed it into a burlap bag. Beneath his short dark brown hair, those bright eyes were looking for something on the trunk of the tree in front of him, he was Kuhl, who had disappeared from Paislin's eyes for nearly a month, the only difference was that he was much more tanned and thinner than before.

It didn't take long for a not-so-obvious mark on the trunk of the tree caught his eyes, the mark he had left before, and the pockets on his shoulders were tightened, and the young guard made a slight discernment and stepped into the thick foliage.

The midday hours solidified an indescribable peace and silence in the forest, and some yellow-billed blackbirds, who seemed to be taking a nap, were awakened by outsiders, screamed overhead, and flew into the depths of the forest. Peeling open the rattan and branches hanging on the ground, a thin bead of sweat hung on Kull's forehead, but the arduous trek did not last long, the thick trees in front of him seemed to gradually thin, and the faint sound of conversation and the smell of flesh wafting made him smile unconsciously. "Praise the Lord God, it seems that the time has come back!"

The noise in the forest apparently attracted the attention of the interlocutor, and almost instantly, several eyes shot at them, and when they saw the identity of the comer, they let their guard down. Sitting in the clearing of the forest were, of course, Tandra and the others, around a few golden pheasants roasted on the fire, Tandra was sharpening his greatsword, and old Sean was writing something on the ground, and as for Thomas, he was holding a sharpened branch, testing the color of lunch.

Seeing the returning Kull, Thomas immediately stood up. "Why did you come back so late?" he said, grabbing a handful of red berries piled on the ground and handing them over. "Lunch isn't good yet, let's take one first, trust me, they're delicious!"

Placing his pocket on the ground, Kull found a stake and sat on it. "It wouldn't have been so late, but I saw that Paislin guy at the gate......" he took the berries, picked up a few and threw them into his mouth, the sweet juice filling his mouth. "Alright, Thomas, you've got a new title!

Kuhl's words instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the meaning of the traitor's name was far beyond the limits of anger. "Peslin, what's wrong with him?" Tandra's movements stopped suddenly, his voice hoarse, the blade of the greatsword swaying in the sunlight with a cold streamer.

Kuhl hurriedly swallowed the berries in his mouth. "Yes, Peslin had just left Nightingale City, and just as I was out of town, I saw Aubrey seeing him off, and Daruch in charge of the escort. ”

"Daruch is gone, too?" said Old Sean, looking up, "It seems that the Imperial Council and the Western Province have reached an agreement, and Donis can finally sit in the position of regent with peace of mind......"

"I'm afraid...... That's true......" Kuhl whispered.

The atmosphere in the clearing sank, except for the occasional explosion in the fire. Strictly speaking, they did not have a good time this month, and everything that happened at the city gate was like a sharp blade, leaving a wound in everyone's heart that could not be healed.

Even more sad is that the bad news from Nightingale does not end there, Duke Eudora has died, Kereni and Teresa have disappeared, some say they have been placed under house arrest, others say they have fled back to the Red Keep. The barrage of blows frustrated everyone, especially Tandra, Kuhl, and Thomas can't remember how many times they've heard their old boss exclaim in a nightmare. The only thing to be thankful for is that thanks to the presence of old Sean, the whole situation did not develop in an unpredictable direction.

Kuhl suddenly slapped him on the head. "Hey, look at my memory!" he said, picking up the sackcloth and taking his harvest out of it like a treasure, "Well...... Ropes, iron hooks, charcoal strips for makeup, and by the way, a voluminous robe and a cape with a hood!" he handed Thomas one by one, "These should be enough for us to infiltrate Nightingale City!"

Tandra walked over and looked at what Kuhl had bought, and smiled for the first time in a long time. "Well done! That's enough. He rubbed Kuhl's hair as he spoke.

"Alright, then let's have a big deal!" said Old Sean with a smile, "Kull, come and see, is there anything wrong with this sketch of the garrison camp according to your description?" he pointed to a corner of the sketch and continued, "This is the dungeon, right?" and drew a cross on the square building icon.

Tandra and the others surrounded them together. "That's right, this is it, it was once seen that after the riots stopped, His Highness was immediately imprisoned in a dungeon. Kuhl nodded affirmatively.

"Then let's plan it......" Old Sean drew a circle on the city plan outside the barracks, and said to Thomas: "Thomas is in charge of the outside of the barracks, make a big mess, the bigger the better, and attract as many garrisons as possible, which will save us a lot of trouble." ”

Thomas immediately patted his chest. "No problem, wrap it around me! I'll find a way to tear down Nightingale City!"

Kuhl was stunned, as if he remembered something, and pulled out a large stack of oilcloth in the back of his pocket, as well as a full bottle of fire oil. "I almost forgot about this! I prepared it for you!" he said, "There are only a lot of things that civilians can buy, otherwise I'd like to get you some black powder from the alchemist's hand!"

"That's enough! you're so sweet, Kuhl!" said Thomas, excitedly, knowing very well what old Sean was putting in charge of the periphery. The death battle that took place in the bleak mountains made him completely lose the ability to wield the long sword, and the fact that his entire arm was not scrapped was already the grace of the main god, and as for going to the battlefield to fight, he didn't even think about it.

Moreover, causing a riot on the periphery is tantamount to everyone keeping the hope of living to themselves, and thinking of this, Thomas's smile is twisted with a heartache to the extreme. "It's going to be fine, Thomas, everything is going to be fine!" Coul comforted Thomas with two smacks on the shoulder.

"After success on Thomas's side, we will wait for the opportunity to enter the garrison camp and rescue Solweran from the dungeon. Old Sean drew a curve on the map and pointed to the location of the dungeon, "Although we don't know the layout of the dungeon, I believe that the guards should give us an accurate answer." ”

Old Sean said, looking up and looking around. "According to the information available so far, the prison guards are stationed in the exposed ground buildings of the dungeon," he further speculated, "and we may encounter resistance from dozens of guards, and if it drags on too long, we may even run into the garrison on the way back - at least in the hundreds." ”

"That's right......" Kull nodded with difficulty, in fact, the number of garrisons and dungeon guards is not difficult to inquire, as long as you pay a little attention in the tavern, you can get everything you want from the mouth of the drunken soldier. But the more this happens, the more it becomes clear to Kuhl how powerful the forces they will face will be.

"Well, this rescue operation has only one request, and at the same time only one purpose. Old Sean's voice was deep and exuded a resolute force, "Don't look back at your fallen friends, we must move as quickly as possible! Guys, do you understand?"

"Understood!" replied in unison to the three people gathered around.

"As for the time, Tandra, you decide. Old Sean stood up and said.

Tandra looked at the three slightly haggard, but extremely resolute faces in front of him, and stabbed the giant sword behind his back to the ground under his feet, and with a "choking" sound, the rough tip of the sword pierced deeply. He was well aware of the danger of this operation, and it was almost impossible to rescue people from the dungeons of Nightingale City with the strength of only four people, and even the chances of surviving were slim. However, there are some things that someone must do, and some beliefs must be upheld, even if it comes at the cost of their lives.

Tandra and Old Sean have actually agreed that if the operation fails, then Thomas and Kuhl must survive, these two simple young people, not to bear the price of broken loyalty. It is enough to have yourself.

"Tonight, tonight......" Tandra clenched the greatsword beside him, "May the light of the Lord God always protect our path......

At this moment, a group of birds suddenly scattered in the forest, which made everyone's hearts startled. "Brush brush brush ......" accompanied by the sound of several long swords unsheathed, Tandra and the others instantly aimed their weapons in the direction from which the sound came. There, a group of gray figures slowly walked out from among the verdant foliage, and at the same time, an old voice reached everyone's ears. "Please forgive me for being blunt...... This plan doesn't look very good......"