The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the howling wind swept up the sky and filled the whole world with snowflakes, hiding everything under the white silver, and in the rapid blizzard, nothing could be seen clearly.

And in the midst of the wind and snow, the fortress of the Twin Towers seemed to have merged with the entire mountain, lonely and majestic, like a knight standing in a blizzard, standing motionless and fully armed, guarding the gate for the kingdom behind him.

Yes, this is the gate of the Kingdom, and we are the Saviors of the Kingdom, and only we can restore the glory of the past to the people of Turine, and the whole Kingdom to be reborn from the ashes...... Standing at the top of the watchtower, the Knight of Kolbo was full of excitement in the face of the howling wind, and the cloak on his body was constantly swaying, even if his body was already covered with snow, he could not hide his eyes full of strength.

He knew very well what he had to do, and he knew what would happen to him if something happened, but when this mission came to him, he still couldn't contain the ecstasy in his heart - the future of the entire kingdom was in his own hands, and his every move would be related to whether the proud kingdom of Turin could continue to be glorious for a hundred years!

And those deaths are but sacrifices that must be offered for the sake of great glory, whether three hundred years ago or three hundred years later, all glory and nobility must be stained with blood, and so it will be today and in the future......

"Master Kolbo, there's cavalry coming towards the fortress!" the voice of the squire behind him interrupted his reverie, and he looked in the direction the squire was pointing, and indeed a troop of cavalry was galloping in the snowstorm. The fluttering flaming goshawk flag is the best proof of this.

"Blow the trumpet. Let the soldiers open the gates. Welcome to our guests!" Kolbo's face added a cruel smile: "Let's treat this Chief Flag Bearer!"

With that, he turned and left the watchtower and walked towards the hall of the castle. The loud sound of trumpets echoed across the mountain, and several soldiers struggled to turn the mechanism on the city gate, opening the heavy fortress gate.

"Is this the City of the Two Towers?" Under the towering gates, Angela, the little maid on a war horse on Edward's back, stretched out her little head from the thick and warm cloak, and blinked at the majestic city wall: "It looks so tall - bigger than the castle of Fort Hague!"

"Well...... Alan would have been upset to hear that. Edward smiled wryly and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Of course." Angela was right - the castle was truly magnificent, and it was home to a lot of people. ”

"Is it a bad guy?"

"Maybe, maybe not—but they're certainly not very friendly. The corners of the black-haired knight's mouth curled slightly: "Are you afraid, dear Angela, maybe this castle is full of bad guys, trying to hurt our lovely little maid!"

Angela is not afraid, they are the ones who should be afraid. The little maid shook her head, and said as a matter of course, "If they dare to hurt Edward......

“...... Let Gratoni eat them all!"

Glancing at the little maid's natural expression, Ludwig, who had always stood behind Edward, couldn't help but shudder - this Brotherhood assassin was definitely more impressed by the hungry devil Gratoni than anyone else in this world.

The gates opened. Edward walked into the ancient fortress surrounded by the Knights of the Sacred Tree, his dark eyes looking around - the entire fortress was far outnumbered by more troops than he had predicted. There are definitely nearly a thousand people, if not more.

Moreover, almost all the soldiers and knights were heavily armed, guarding the walls, watchtowers, battlements, and every checkpoint in the fortress, completely as if they were facing a great enemy, and there was not much to see from them the fatigue after a bloody battle, or the demoralized expression of the rout.

It's getting weirder...... The corners of Edward's mouth also raised a somewhat unnatural smile, and Angela, the little maid who was clinging to his back, seemed to feel the murderous aura of the black-haired knight, and her petite body couldn't help but tremble.

"What's wrong?" Edward, who noticed something strange behind him, turned his head slightly: "Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing. The little maid replied softly, "Leave Angela alone, Angela is fine." ”

Stepping on the stairs one by one, Edward with the Knights of the Holy Tree walked towards the castle hall, and the armored Kolbo was already waiting outside the door, with a little nervousness on his face: "His Royal Highness Anson is waiting for you in the hall, please hurry up and go in." ”

Edward, who nodded immediately, walked towards the gate, and before he could take two steps, the Knights of the Sacred Tree who were clustered behind him were stopped, and the nervous Kolbor stood in front of him, holding back his uneasiness to calm himself: "I'm very sorry, Knights of the Sacred Tree, but His Highness wants to summon only Lord Edward Wittwood, can you please wait outside?"

The Knights of the Sacred Tree turned their gaze to Edward, and the black-haired knight with a frown looked at the nervous expression of Kolbo and said, "Can my squire go in?"

"This ...... I think it should be possible. In order not to provoke Edward too much, Kolbo still chose to agree—he was just a servant anyway: "If you want to come, Your Highness will probably agree." ”

"Thank you for your understanding. Edward replied with a smile, then nodded to the Sacred Tree Knights behind him, patting the little maid on the head, "Angela has to be obedient, you know, obediently stay with everyone and don't run around." ”

The little maid glanced at him, obediently took the hand of a knight of the sacred tree, and left with them. It was only then that Edward followed Kolbo with Ludwig behind him into the castle hall of the Twin Towers.

The large hall, with its roaring fireplace, flanked by a long central table was a pair of eyes full of disdain, disdain, disgust, and hatred, looking viciously at Edward Witwood as he walked in behind Colbo. Just as he entered, the door closed again, and the whole hall was completely dark, except for the violently shaking fire in the fireplace.

As soon as he walked in, the nervous expression on Kolbo's face immediately turned to arrogance, and he swaggered to the end of the long table, and sat down with a sneer, full of playful smiles like everyone else, staring at Edward Witwood, who was still standing alone, and his inconspicuous squire.

"Excuse me, where is His Highness Anson Marcherus?"

Almost as soon as Edward said this, the whole hall resounded with a burst of ironic laughter, and the nobles in rich robes, sitting on either side of the long table, leaned back and laughed, and looked at the black-haired knight who was still standing there with disdain like a fool, and the sound of mockery echoed between the ceiling and the wall.

"Don't you understand, dear Chief Flag Officer, there is no Royal Highness the Prince here!" Kolbo, who was also laughing wildly, explained "kindly", the smile on his face still undiminished: "You probably don't understand what happened, do you?!"

"That's true. Edward replied "earnestly," replied "I would like you to explain to me what is going on - why you are calling me here, why the 30,000 army has suffered such a crushing defeat, and ......."

Edward's eyes narrowed: "Please also explain to me how the chief lieutenant Glynn Turn" died. ”

"What if we don't explain?" the corners of Kolbo's mouth curled up in an incredibly mocking arc, "What are you going to do, kill us?"

"It depends on the situation, and the last question. Edward raised his eyebrows: "Where is His Highness Anson?"

"In Hantu City, this question can answer you. Kolbo suddenly stood up and stared at Edward fiercely, "Because you're dying!"

Almost instantly, the pitch-black castle hall was instantly illuminated by firelight, and the sound of messy footsteps and sword drawing sounded one after another like falling raindrops, blocking the entire hall.

"Ladies and ......gentlemen," Colbo smiled, pointing at Edward who was standing there, his expression full of mockery.

"Kill him. (To be continued.) )