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Chapter 97

Listening to the conversation between these two adventurers, Char's eyes lit up, and he immediately guessed seven or eight points in his heart, but he didn't say much on his lips, and poured a few more sips of wine at will before putting down the cup.

A band of horsemen made a fuss in the tavern until evening, before they dispersed. Todoro, Soyt, and a number of other servants also returned triumphantly, and it is said that the magician beat up all the ruffians who had robbed him in the first place, stripped them naked, and threw them on the side of the city walls.

The magician, who finally let out a bad breath, was happy, and even when he washed Char's feet at night, his movements were obviously a little faster than Pingrì.

The night was silent, and the cavalry took up residence in the garrison camp in the city. The next morning, after Char got up, he wandered around the town for a long time, until noon, when he went to the garrison to urge Bonfrett to move. But when he arrived at the gate of the garrison mansion, he asked someone to pass the word in, and Char waited for a while, and then someone inside replied, saying that Lord Sir Bonfrette had drunk a lot of wine last night, and he had not woken up from a hangover, and he had not gotten up yet, so Char waited.

Char rolled his eyes, and wanted to break in directly, but he always thought about it, anyway, this travel mission gave him an extremely ample time, and since this little white face didn't want to hurry, it would be good for the brothers to rest for one more day in Wildfire Town. It's just that after all, he has a task on his body, or he holds back his temper and asks the herald attendant at the door to go in and ask if Bonfrett means to rest today and leave tomorrow.

In fact, in the garrison mansion, Bonfrett had already gotten up, and when Char came to the garrison mansion, he was sitting in the hall drinking in the careful escort of the garrison general of Wildfire Town.

Although the hall is not too big, it can accommodate dozens of people to drink, and a brazier in the middle is full of fine white charcoal, even if the flame is vigorous, there is not a trace of smoke. On the iron frame of the brazier, on the hook hung a lamb that had been roasted to a crispy brown, and two women in thin robes, with a little dust on their faces, held scimitars, cut the mutton into the plate one by one, and offered it to Bonfrett with both hands.

Bonfrett sat in the middle of the room, with dried fruit and some dishes and a pot of wine on the table in front of him. The handsome knight had now completely reverted to his old style, and his face no longer had the frightened quail appearance of the battlefield before, but he had set up a shelf high, squinting at the garrison generals and several middle-ranking officers of the town sitting below.

Seeing the soup and wine spilled on the case in front of these warriors, and one by one holding the wine glasses and drinking loudly, Bonfrett frowned.

It's too vulgar, it's too vulgar...... This damn the countryside. These guys simply have no education and etiquette at all.

And the women around me...... Every man in the house is surrounded by a greased and powdered woman, but these women are obviously people forcibly recruited from the grease and dust street in Wildfire Town, although the garrison generals have arranged the youngest and most beautiful one by Bonfret's side in order to curry favor with Bonfret, but where can the knight, who was born in a wealthy family in the empire, look down on such a jì girl from a low-level Fengyue place?

In the past, although he had not patronized Fengyue places, they were all top-level gold caves where wealthy families gathered to spend a lot of money, and where could the girls in it be compared with the vulgar fans around him?

Bonfrett was a little depressed, but he finally settled down.

In any case, the deliberate flattery of this garrison general allowed him to regain some self-esteem, and he was able to drink and drink here, and there were girls around him to serve him carefully...... Well, it's 10,000 times better than being bullied by that bastard turtle in the Thirteenth Corps!

Thinking of this, Bonfrett took a sip of wine hatefully.

With this in mind, when someone outside came in to report the news that Char was outside the gate of the garrison, Bonfrett scolded a few words in annoyance, and then confessed fiercely, saying that he didn't get up. Where is he willing to face Char at this moment?

※※※ Char waited at the door for a while, his heart was so boring, and he gradually became anxious, thinking that Lao Tzu was ordered to protect you, if you were too slack, you would be embarrassed, so I came to ask you, you ass seller has raised his tail. Anyway, this little white face is safe in the garrison mansion, so there is no need for Uncle Ben to worry about his safety. Since this old boy doesn't want to leave, Uncle Ben shouldn't waste time waiting here, let's go and have fun by myself!

Thinking about this section, Xia Ya laughed, held his head high and left, in front of the garrison mansion was a zigzag road, originally this street was wide enough, just because half of it was occupied by the garrison mansion, there were not many businesses on the street, even if there were a few, they were all temporarily occupied by the guards in the garrison mansion.

Char walked a few steps, and saw a carriage loaded with a large cart of dry firewood and charcoal, and the horses pulling the cart were all black fur - Char was also a cavalryman at the moment, and he also had a little appreciation for the quality of the horses, and when he saw this horse, he couldn't help but knock a few more times.

This horse is covered in dust and mud, but it can still be seen that the skeleton is extremely handsome, although the pearl is dusty and is brought by the owner of the horse to pull the cart, and the horse is companionship, but the horse walks with its head high, the posture is extraordinary, and the lines of the horse's body are extremely symmetrical, majestic and vigorous...... Char was tempted when he saw it, such a good war horse, but he was actually brought to pull the cart?

He was a little excited at the moment, and he also had a lot of gold coins in his arms, so it was better to find this car owner and buy them...... But when you think about it, there is a dragon and a crouching tiger in Wildfire Town, and God knows what this owner does...... Maybe people are deliberately low-key to hide their identities, and they rush up to get into trouble.

Char sighed, shook his head and continued to move forward, but after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back at the carriage, the carriage went to the gate of the garrison mansion, and in the carport of the carriage sat a groom, wearing a thin leather jacket, with a large piece of linen wrapped on his head to block the wind, of medium stature, holding a whip in his hand, leaning lazily on the carriage, drooping his legs, but he waved the horsewhip at will.

And that dark horse made Char's heart move, and he always felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

I couldn't think of it, Char could only shake his head, but he continued to walk forward for a while, walked to the end of the street, turned a corner, and walked dozens of steps, Char's face became sè, and his footsteps stopped abruptly! !

No!No!!No!!

That horse, that horse...... The feeling in my heart is ...... Familiar! Very familiar! That horse, that black horse, I have seen it myself!!

The reason why I didn't recognize it just now was because every time I saw this horse before, it was on the battlefield! Every time I saw this horse, even though this horse was a miracle, the light was covered by the owner of the horse! Every time I saw this horse, it was covered in armor, and even on the horse's head, it had a set of half-moon-shaped scythes!!

Because of this, Fang Cai himself didn't even recognize it!!

This dark horse...... It is...... It is Hasting's mount!!

※※※ At the turn of the street, the carriage slowly drove to the gate of the garrison mansion, but suddenly stopped.

The coachman jumped down from the carriage, but ignored the shouts of the guards, slowly untied the wagon on horseback, and then lifted a bundle of dry firewood piled on the cart and threw it aside.

Several guards rushed to the front, just shouting, the coachman sneered, and didn't see how he moved, only to see a black light flash, and the two guards flew out directly, and when they landed, their bodies were already scorched black!!

The coachman pulled out a few metal poles the thickness of eggs from the cart, the heads of which were threaded, and quickly connected them into a spear, and then he tore off the cloth towel from his face and threw it on the ground at will!

That seemingly mediocre and wooden face, but with that pair of slightly yīn soft eyes, the eyes occasionally flashed with a strange jīng glow, and suddenly this originally mediocre face became full of brilliance!!

Odin Hasting!!

He turned over and got on the horse, and suddenly there was a long laugh, and the prancing horse rushed up the steps of the gate of the garrison mansion, and in the exclamation and angry shouts of the surrounding guards, the black horse suddenly neighed, raised his front hooves, and kicked the gate of the garrison mansion directly out, and the door panel that flew out suddenly smashed several guards to the ground.

Hastings carried a spear in his hand, stood on his horse, and blocked the gate of the garrison mansion! At this moment, many guards had already rushed in the streets, and a group of ironclad guards in the garrison mansion rushed out with swords and shields, but Hastings had a sneer on his face.

With a loud shout, he jumped on his horse and shot a gun!

"Bonfret, you cowardly fellow, I said I was going to take your life!"

With this long laugh, the black horse jumped out, and the spear swept over, bringing up a black sè flame, and the few ironclad guards who were in the front of the head were instantly crushed in the light of the black sè!

The spear swept across, and several guards suddenly flew out, and the sharp black sè light blade directly tore the person in half in mid-air!

The Hastings Prancing Horse rushed into the crowd of the garrison, and wherever the spear went, the ironclad guards fell down with a scream, and in the black light, a rain of blood appeared!!

There were originally dozens of ironclad guards in the courtyard, but they couldn't stop Hastings for a moment, and they were all killed!

Hasteen bent down and picked up a Byzantine soldier's long sword from the ground, and the long sword turned into a black light in his hand, and with a bang, the door of the hall shattered!

In the hall, the garrison generals had already been completely stunned! Seeing this person rampage into the hall, the horse riding a black sè flame shrouded, as if he came out of hell to kill the god!!

Bonfret, who was sitting in the middle, had a face like a dead man, and with a clang, the glass fell to the ground, and then the knight's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he stared at Hasting, and his throat made a gratified sound...... Others don't recognize Hasting, and Bonfret, who once came face to face with him on the battlefield, doesn't recognize him?!

"Bonfret?" Hastings saw the guy in the middle at a glance, and his eyes were full of anger: "I said, I will kill you! I will not give you the glory of dying in a fair duel with me!

With a snort, the spear in his hand suddenly took off his hand and turned into a black sè lightning! Suddenly, the black sè flame soared, and the other people in the hall seemed to feel an irrepressible fiery rush to their faces!

The lightning of the black sè instantly shè shè in front of Bonfrett, poor little white face who started selling ass to start a business, where is there any ability to block it? Not to mention that it was Hasting's angry blow?!

With a bang, his body was pierced by the lightning of the black sè, and then shattered! The burning of the black sè flame instantly burned his body to ashes! Poor Bonfrett, not even a corpse was left!

The woman next to her was already so frightened that she was paralyzed on the ground, Hastings rode forward, the horse's hooves trampled over the brazier in the middle, and slowly came to the seat above, a spear burning with black flames pierced the place where Bonfrett was standing, Hastings gently copied the spear in his hand, turned around, and swept the hall with his eyes like electricity, and several generals in it suddenly came to their senses, and drew their swords and stumbled over.

"Ant ......"

The corners of Hasting's mouth raised slightly, and the spear gently drew a ghostly light with the flowing flame of the black sè...... Boom!!

More and more soldiers flocked on the long street, but the wall on one side suddenly exploded, the wall shattered and collapsed, and a black shadow came out through the wall, and several soldiers were hit and flew out with blood!

At the end of the long street, Hastings looked at the Byzantine soldiers in front of him, pointed their spears to the sky, and laughed loudly.

"Odin Hasting, kill the Byzantine warrior Bonfrette and this!!"

In the midst of the long laughter, Hastings suddenly leaned over and rode his horse towards the crowd of Byzantine soldiers in front of him! The spear rolled up a black light, and the crowd was suddenly full of blood!

The shadow of a gun flashed, and in the midst of the screams, the crowd dispersed! No one could resist Hasting's shot, and he saw that like the wind passing through a wheat field, the crowd fell down one after another, and blood sprayed everywhere, and Hasting's man and horse penetrated directly from the crowd of Byzantine soldiers in such a rampage! When he reached the end of the long street, he stopped, and at this moment Hasting's whole body was covered in blood, and he snorted and sneered, and waved his spear, shook it slightly, and with a bang, the tip of the spear pierced into a wall next to it! Pick it up at random, and the entire wall shatters and collapses, and the broken stones fill the entire street!

"Whoever stands in my way, die!!Whoever chases me, die!!" Hasting's hoarse voice resounded down the street, and his high-pitched tone was full of mockery: "If there is a kind, come!!"