Five days later, Ronald and the Master arrived at Yorktown, at the foot of Mount Ecles. Seeing the shadow of the town in the distance, Ronald and the others grabbed the reins and slowed their horses.

Ronald tilted his head to his side, his face a little worried: "You say, if we go in like this, we shouldn't be recognized, right? After all, the lord here is loyal to Helrington." ”

The mage asked him rhetorically, "Is your Adventurer's Medal still there?"

Ronald was a little curious, he didn't understand why the mage asked this in a good manner: "Stay in my space ring, what's wrong?"

"Of course, it is used when the security team is interrogated. ”

"Understood. Ronald nodded and gently pinched the horse's belly: "Then let's go find a place to put the horse in foster care first." ”

Entering the town, Ronald found it much more chaotic than the last time he came, and no one paid any attention to them.

The surrounding townsfolk all looked sad and thought about it, and Ronald gave up his intention to ask passers-by. He thought that the reason for this situation was probably because the lord had just died and there was no one to manage the town, and he couldn't help if he didn't ask or not.

He looked at the mage beside him, and Kerry nodded knowingly. The two of them led the horses and strode to the tavern, where they were to be fostered and to have something to eat.

After paying the storage fee for ten gold coins, the two fostered the horse for a month. Putting the certificate of foster care from the stables into the ring, Ronald and the mage pushed open the thick oak door.

Upon entering the door, Ronald was stunned for a moment.

Why are there so many knights? Definitely under Helrington......

A flash of doubt flashed at Ronald, and Ronald immediately returned to his calm appearance, and he lowered his head and walked quickly to the corner of the tavern.

After taking his seat, he saw that the mage's face was also a calm expression, Ronald breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned his head close to the mage, and lowered his voice very low: "It seems that there are only a dozen or so, shall we?"

He made a downward slashing gesture.

The mage shook his head slightly to signal Ronald not to worry, and then he raised his hand and called the maid: "Bring us two roast pork chops and two glasses of ale." ”

While waiting for the food to be served, Ronald took the opportunity to go outside to relieve himself and secretly counted the number of knights in the tavern. Back in his seat, he drew a number of thirteen for the mage.

The mage nodded slightly, then picked up his knife and fork to deal with the roasted pork chops on his plate.

Seeing that the mage still had no intention of making a move, Ronald also grabbed his knife and fork and cut the fragrant pork chops.

Neither of them spoke, just chewing and swallowing slowly, observing their surroundings and listening for any useful news in the tavern.

However, Ronald noticed that several of the drinkers in the tavern were all sad. The place that should have been bustling became a little quieter at the moment, and there was a dreary atmosphere in the air. Even the thirteen knights, who sat quietly at the three wooden tables, occasionally whispered a few words. But Ronald, who listened with his ears pricked up, found it very boring, because they were talking innocuous nonsense.

After checking out, Ronald made eye contact with the mage again and walked out quietly.

After quietly looking at the surrounding environment, Ronald asked the reason softly: "Why don't you get rid of them by the way?" This is different from those private soldiers, and there is still some threat to Her Royal Highness the princess taking over here. ”

"Don't worry, let's stay for the time being today and see how many troops there are. Seeing that Ronald was a little dissatisfied, the mage said his thoughts: "When we find Herington and them, we will do it." ”

Ronald patted his head and suddenly realized: "That's right, yes, I'm in too much of a hurry." The next moment, realizing that his voice was too loud just now, he quickly closed his mouth and smiled embarrassedly: "Then how many days will we stay here?"

A few helpless begging voices in the distance drew the attention of the two of them.

Ronald saw that two knights were dragging a well-dressed merchant towards the gallows outside the town. The merchant's body writhed as hard as he could, trying to break free, but there was nothing he could do under the restraints of the two thick arms, one on the left and one on the right.

The merchant cried with tears in his eyes: "Master, knight, please spare me, I really don't have it!"

Seeing a man in his thirties with snot and tears all over his face, crying like that ghostly virtue, Ronald was a little unbearable. But after thinking about it, he still gave up his intention to make a move.

The merchant was crying and crying, and suddenly he shouted: "You black-hearted ghosts who deserve to be cut by vultures! It's not enough to rob my house, you want my life! This is how the old lord was killed by you!"

In the distance, there were many townspeople standing in the distance, standing silently in place, their eyes full of helplessness and bitterness.

"Hmm!"

The three people who still wanted to speak were tightly covered by a knight. The merchant writhed desperately, and several buttons on the front of his clothes were broken. He snapped into the palm of a knight's hand, and ran towards Ronald as they lost their minds.

"Damn! dare bite me!"

The bitten knight was so angry that he rushed at him with a lunge and struck the merchant in the back.

Burst!

The merchant vomited a mouthful of blood from the pain, staggered several times, and fell motionless at Ronald's feet.

The knight drew his sword and cried out viciously, "Pig, give me death!"

Ronald finally couldn't take it anymore, and he turned nimbly, reaching out and twisting the knight's wrist.

The knight didn't expect that his full stab action would be easily pinched by a young man in his early twenties!

The knight, whose forehead was covered with cold sweat, let go of his palm because of the pain. With a thud, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Another knight hurriedly ran to support, but Ronald was against the knight who was covered in cold sweat, and one of them collided, knocking the two people more than three meters away.

"Ahh

The knight who was the first to be pinched pressed his wrist hard, and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. The knights in the tavern were alarmed by the shouts of their companions, and they immediately rushed out, drew their weapons and formed a formation to surround Ronald and the mage.

Ronald's face showed a burning battle intent, and he also drew his weapon, shouting to rush to these knights first.

The mage shook his head helplessly, and blessed himself with the second-order protective magic, the Body Protector Aegis, which had been prepared a long time ago. After a faint gas shield flashed, a magic arrow burst out from the mage's short wooden staff, and Ronald killed a knight in one fell swoop.

The knight, who had just managed to block Ronald's oblique slash, was hit head-on by a magic arrow, and blood foamed all over the ground. The headless body struggled to take a few steps before falling heavily to the ground.

Syllable!

On the stone brick floor, a stream of blood splattered out, staining the ground in a strange fan shape.

"Ahh

The townsfolk not far away were terrified to death, and they ran in the direction of their homes with their feet in motion.

Da-da-da-da.

The sound of footsteps sounded chaotically, and in just a few moments, only Ronald and the knights were left on the avenue in the middle of the town.

Seeing this situation, even the knights who had been trained for a long time were inevitably a little moved, and one of the knights in the lead shouted nervously: "There is a mage! Oh no, it's their people, go and inform Mistress Mittler!"

As soon as the words came out, Ronald's long sword had already attacked.

Bite!

This knight subconsciously blocked it, and finally blocked Ronald's slash. Without waiting for Ronald to withdraw his sword, the knight quickly rolled on the ground, widening the distance between them.

Ronald snorted coldly and gripped his weapon with both hands as he stepped forward to give the knight one more time.

The mage's reminder sounded, "Be careful!"

Ronald's movements didn't change, still thinking about the knight who was still half-kneeling on the ground and speeding up. But more than a dozen thin and sharp ice blades had already swirled out of his body, forcing the reinforcements who were trying to besiege to jump out of the rotation range of the magic blades.

Looking at the sword that was getting closer and closer, a fear of death appeared in the eyes of the knight who was the leader.

Burst!

His sword was only halfway up when Ronald pierced through the chest as he sprinted at him. This knight with golden curly hair was easily dealt with by Ronald with two swords.

Together with the impulsive habitual surname, Ronald rushed out of the enemy's encirclement with this dead knight. And the ice demon blade on his body also dissipated the moment he rushed out of the enemy group.

The mage secretly admired Ronald's accurate calculation of the duration of magic. But with this thought in his heart, his staff was not idle, and he reached out and pointed and released the whip of thorns in the place where Ronald had just been.

Boom.

In the enemy's encirclement, a cluster of blood-colored thorns with teeth and claws suddenly appeared.

Seeing the uneasiness in the enemy's eyes, Ronald couldn't help but raise his eyebrows proudly. He spun around and charged towards one of the outermost knights. But halfway through the run, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart, and Ronald immediately made a decision, immediately stopped rushing forward, and rolled to the side.

Bang!

On the landing spot in front of him, a sharp arrow of powerful crossbow appeared. The body of the sharp arrow sank straight into the ground, and only a piece of the tail feather trembled slightly.

Seeing the power of the arrow, Ronald felt a palpitation and sighed that he was quick to perceive it.

Ronald judged from the power of the arrow that it was fired from a crossbow. It was when he was recuperating from his injuries, and he had read some information on this from books--- crossbow was extremely penetrating, and could easily penetrate ordinary chain mail, and even plate armor! Without the protection of magic armor, it was regarded as a knight killer on the battlefield, but it required a high level of strength for the user, at least to the level of cutting wood.

After looking up, Ronald looked at the gray-haired knight with a gloomy face, he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, and shouted angrily at the man: "You actually use a crossbow!? Are you still a knight!?"