The morning sun dispelled the darkness of the night, shrouding the Viscount Castle in light again, and the corpses lying in front of the gates recounted the fierceness and cruelty of the previous night's battle. Due to the decisive charge of the knights, the demon caster troops were hit hard, and the moment the morning light appeared in the east, the demon troops retreated again, and the people in the castle finally breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did they have time to grieve for their dead companions.

Viscount Lane stood at the head of the city, not moving for a long time, and several servants stood beside him, hanging their hands, waiting for the lord's orders.

"Really...... It's a pity. Viscount Lane gritted his teeth and spat out a few words, then turned back to his personal servant and said, "Tell Treon Steward to send someone to clean up the battlefield, burn the dead in battle as before, and collect the ashes and send them to the priest." ”

"What about the wounded? The priest's room was full of wounded. The personal servant asked in a low voice.

Viscount Lane thought for a moment, and said slowly: "If a few knights are still alive, send them to the priest, and ask him to do his best to treat them, and if the lightly injured are to rest and bandage, if they are seriously injured......" When the Viscount said this, he paused slightly, and seemed to have some difficulty saying the following words.

“...... Bandage them, and then let them fend for themselves in the wounded barracks. ”

When the figure of Viscount Lane disappeared from the city, a group of servants pushing wheelbarrows appeared in front of the open gate, and then, led by several richly dressed noble women, many women and children poured out, searching for their relatives who had not returned on the battlefield.

Wails rang out everywhere, occasionally mixed with cries of surprise. A large number of bodies and a small number of wounded were constantly identified, and the wounded were quickly carried back to the castle in wheelbarrows for treatment, while the dead were gathered in an open field, where piles of dried branches and leaves were piled up next to them, ready to be incinerated after the identity of the deceased had been recorded.

The cavalry team in the castle suffered heavy casualties due to the deepest attack distance, and was blocked by the regular demon troops, except for the dozen cavalry who escaped back to the city by luck, none of the six knights and their 18 attendants were able to return to the castle, and the other 40 elite cavalry also lay together on this bloody battlefield. The demon forces took the corpses of the demons killed in battle before evacuating, leaving only the corpses of humans and horses to tell the story of what happened last night.

An old man in a red robe with an ornate metal necklace around his neck walked out of the castle and leaned down in front of the knights' corpses, carefully scerting the horrific fatal wounds. The armor on each knight's body was destroyed to the point that it could not be used, and the old man's brow quickly furrowed, and he stretched out two fingers, gently flicking the fatal wound on the chest of one of the knights, and even put his fingers in to feel it.

After a long scrutiny, the old man straightened up and gestured to one of the servants.

The servant immediately took out the pen and notebook from his side, ran behind the old man in small steps, and bowed slightly to listen attentively.

"It was the Great Demon who did it, and there was more than one. The old man whispered, "The fireball attacking the cavalry is also their masterpiece, and I found traces of blasphemy injuries on the corpses." The power of the divine magic has become weaker and weaker, and now the few priests in the castle are simply unable to fight against such a powerful demon, have the gods given up on us?"

"Master, this ......" The face of the servant who recorded the old man's words suddenly became bitter, of course, this old man with the identity of a wise man and a magician could say such blasphemous words, but if he recorded these words, he would not end well.

"You don't have to remember this, just think of it as an old fool. The old man waved his hand self-deprecatingly, signaling that the servant could leave.

"There's another one alive here!" said a voice from the crowd that was moving away the carcasses of the cavalry and horses, and immediately a servant with a wheelbarrow rushed over.

"Looks like a squire of the Stonn Knights......"

"God, he's so badly injured and he's having a fever!"

There was a lot of talk. A man dressed in the costume of a senior servant walked up and waved his hand and shouted, "All disperse, disperse, keep working." You guys, transport this wounded person back first, and see if there is any help. ”

When the sun was gradually setting in the west, a fire was burning in the open field where the corpses were piled up, and the mournful cry echoed around the open field with the crackling sound of the fire burning, and the branches sprinkled with fire oil burned vigorously, and Viscount Lane, who stood at the head of the city and looked down, had a heavy expression on his face as he watched the corpses gradually disappear into the flames.

At the cost of the death of six knights and half of the cavalry in the castle, the demon invasion was finally repelled again, but when the next demon invasion came, what else could be used as a price?

The viscount closed his eyes and prayed softly, the fur cloak behind his back fluttering in the morning breeze as if he had life.

"Lord Lane, dinner is ready, and Madame and several young ladies are waiting for you. A sweet voice sounded from behind Viscount Lane, who opened his eyes and whispered to the old man standing respectfully behind him, "Steward Tree, have the families of the dead and seriously injured been compensated?"

"According to your orders, all the silver coins and food have been distributed, but ......" the old man's voice suddenly hesitated.

"Terryn, you've been my butler for thirty years, so if you have anything to say directly, you don't need to make such a hypocritical gesture. Viscount Ryan frowned, he knew that Terryn's words would definitely be something he didn't want to hear.

"That's right, Lord Lane, this bereavement cost a little more silver than the last two battles combined. There is still a lot of food in the castle's storehouse, but there is not much money left. Treion's words made Viscount Ryan frown.

"How many gold and silver coins are left?"

"There are 1,500 gold coins and less than 10,000 silver coins, and if there is another battle like this, I'm afraid it will be ......," Tryon said in a low voice.

"Hell, these damn demons!" the viscount slammed his angry fist into the city, a pain in his hand that made him barely suppress the irritability in his heart.

"Master Ryan, I have a way to get some money, but I don't know if the master wants to hear it. Terry walked over to Viscount Lane and wiped his already bruised fist with a handkerchief.

"Terryn, what the hell did you old fox come up with? Viscount Lane scolded a little playfully, the experience of the past thirty years had taught him that whenever Terry spoke, he could always bring a solution to the problem, although many of these methods solved the problem at the same time, and made Terryne's pocket more and more bulging.

"Lord Lane, several knights have died in the castle this time, and they all have a lot of property......"

"Confused, do you want me to deprive those sacrificial knights of their property? If the knights will always find out, have you thought about the consequences?" Viscount Lane immediately changed his face when he heard this idea.

"No, no, no, Lord Ryan, I wouldn't dare let you do such a thing, but Lord Ston has no offspring, and his family property is not ......," Terry immediately whispered with a smile.

"That's not okay, according to the rules of the Knights' Association, knight squires can inherit knights' family property without descendants, and Knight Ston can have a trainee squire named Levi. "Viscount Ryan still doesn't agree with Terryn's approach.

"That kid is very seriously injured this time, it's hard to say whether he can survive or not, not to mention that the death of the knight of Ston may have something to do with him, otherwise why didn't the much stronger knight of Ston survive? Lord Ryan, I have a son named Pami, a good young man with the strength of a level 2 warrior, if he can inherit the knight's armor and weapons as a squire of the knight, the knight of Ston himself can be dedicated to the lord, and I can also take out 10,000 silver coins from my own property to supplement the military expenses. Terry shook his tongue, his voice like honey-stained venom, dripping into Viscount Lane's heart.

Treion's words made Viscount Lane visibly shaken, and he thought about taking two steps up the wall, then waved his hand and said, "You go down first, Terryn, let me think again, think again." ”

Terry smiled sweetly and walked backwards to the bottom of the wall, knowing full well that the scales in his heart had actually tipped in the direction he wanted when Viscount Lane said this.

"The property of the knight of Ston, ten thousand silver coins, that child is very badly injured......" Viscount Ryan muttered a few words, his eyes showing a mixture of coldness and a hint of guilt, looking at a noble girl who was busy with several wounded soldiers at the foot of the city wall.

"Lisa, my niece, will it break your heart if I do this?"

Viscount Lane's last murmur drifted through the air, and no one heard his question, let alone thought about what the Viscount's decision would cost him dearly.

The midshipman Levi was indeed seriously injured, when the horse jumped, his left foot was hit by the startled horse, and there was already a bone crack, and then he was cut on the arm by the little devil's steel fork, although the wound was very shallow, but the demons' unique toxins and blasphemous injuries caused the young man to suffer severely. If none of this is fatal, the high fever that accompanies the injury is a terrible outcome.

With the medical technology of this era, a high fever was enough to determine the symptoms of a person kissing the cheek of death, and unless the only high-ranking priest in the castle could condescend to come and treat Levi with divine healing, the chances of the young man surviving his physical fitness were close to zero.

Of course, the magic of the High Priest is not something that such a trainee squire can enjoy, and if the knight he is loyal to is still there, he may exchange it for a magic healing at a considerable price. It's a pity that the brave and fearless Stonknight has died on the battlefield against the demons, and the apprentice squire who has lost his allegiance has no mercy at all.

When the bright moon climbed into the sky, the moaning sound from Levi gradually weakened, and the moonlight shone on the young man's cheeks, which were unusually ruddy due to fever, revealing a weakness that belongs to the dying person, Levi's lips were slightly open, and his eyes looked blankly at the skylight on the roof, and no one knew what attracted the attention of the dying young man.

The maids who cared for the wounded barracks had already slept, and no one heard the young man's muffled voice.

"Get out, get out, this body is mine...... Roll ......"

Levi had a dream in which he seemed to be in another world, where there were no demons, no fog, only all kinds of strange alchemy products, and even a huge steel beetle. Of course, the price of this beetle is also prohibitively high, and he has wanted to buy one since he was a child, but he has never achieved it.

In the dream, he couldn't remember who his parents were, only that his body was very weak, and he could only live on a life-support device, and he could not leave the white and deserted house in his daily life, and there were few people to accompany him, and those people were busy and had their own things. The only friend I value is an old alchemy device, and I remember calling it a computer in my dreams. There are a lot of interesting things in this computer, but the one that interests Levi the most is a game called Hero, in which he can build towering castles and assemble well-equipped legions to eradicate countless demons from the world.

If only the things in this computer could come true, it would be great if my father and mother would not have died from the butcher's knife of the demons, and the knights to whom I had been loyal would not have been besieged...... Levi thought vaguely, and then his body gradually tilted to the side, and many alchemists in white clothes were busy around him...... These must be alchemists, remember to call them doctors.

There was a cold touch on his head, and Levi opened his eyes suddenly!

"Ah, wake up!" a middle-aged maid was placing a strip of cloth soaked in cold water on Levi's head, and when she saw the boy open his eyes, she let out a small cheer, then straightened up and shouted loudly.

"Levi woke up, he got through it!"

There was a muffled cheer from the wounded barracks, and every maid and wounded man was happy for Levi's sobriety, at least for this moment, they were genuinely cheering for Levi.

The quick-talking maid even spread the news to Viscount Lane's personal servant, and then Viscount Lane also got the news. Viscount Lane, who got the news, did not look happy, he was silent for a long time, and slammed the quill in his hand into the inkwell.

"Why wasn't Ston the one who survived?"

The Viscount didn't say this loudly, but his words spread quickly, and the news of the Viscount's dissatisfaction with Levi spread to every corner of the castle, and many people looked at Levi with strange eyes. Some felt sorry for the innocent boy, while others speculated maliciously about what Levi had done to displease the Viscount. No matter what kind of person it is, they show the same behavior, and they try to stay away from Levi for fear of being implicated by Levi. Even the maid who delivered the meal came in a hurry, put down the simple meal and left in a hurry, not even wanting to say a word.

And this is exactly what Levi was happy to see, waking up from that unusually real dream, Levi was horrified to find that he had some very strange memories in his mind, these strange memories made him think that he was worthy of being burned at the stake of the church. The metal beetles were always crawling around in his head, screaming, unimaginable knowledge and crazy thoughts were racing in his head, and the game called Heroes seemed to be transcribed from the computer to his mind, and every now and then a forest of steel with spears and flashing swords appeared in front of him.

"Who am I? the nameless boy haunting the sickbed? or Levi, the trainee squire of Viscount Lane? Yes, yes, I'm Levi, and I've absorbed a memory. Crossing over, yes, that's the word, I absorbed the memories of a traveler!"

Levi's eyes cleared, and he repeated his name firmly.

"I'm Levi!"