"We apologize for disturbing you at this time, but we appreciate your understanding. After all, it would be a bit inappropriate for such a thing to come in during the day—what do you say, Sir Dukia?"

With an extremely lazy tone, Edward "chatted" while slowly pulling out the bright star - from a corpse in the corner, the swordsman whose heart had already stopped beating, still had a reluctant and frightened look on his face, and his body was still slightly spasming with Edward's movements.

The gray blade was stained scarlet, and Edward, who slowly stood up, shook violently, and the blood droplets spilled out like a torrential rain, drawing a bright red mark on the wall.

"While I myself am quite averse to senseless killing, it is undeniable that it is an extremely effective way to do it, and the results are immediate. The smiling black-haired knight kicked the corpse away from the ground and stepped lightly on the soft carpet: "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't see you now." ”

"You, you demon, how could you be here, what do you want to do?!"

With an elegant mustache and an obese figure, Sir Duqia's face was earthy, his teeth rattling, and he couldn't even sit still, and he was still desperately retreating into the corner of the room, and every piece of fat on his body was trembling violently.

This damn demon actually killed all his guards in an instant, and he didn't even make a sound - if it wasn't for the last guy desperately escaping in, I'm afraid I don't even know how he died!

In the room, the shadow of the fireplace was reflected on the wall, and the shadow swaying back and forth seemed to be a demon with its teeth and claws. The dead silence almost condensed into substance. It makes it difficult to breathe.

Seven or eight corpses fell to the ground in all directions—their throats ripped open by sharp objects. Or he broke his neck, but he couldn't see a drop of blood on the ground, and he didn't even make a sound.

"Why am I here?" is not an easy question, but as for what I want to do...... the corners of his mouth curled slightly, Edward smiled and said, "I believe that the honorable Sir Dukiah must know it clearly." ”

If the Radiant Cross had given him a chance, Sir Dukia would never have chosen such an unfortunate errand for himself again!

His family has been in decline in Turin City for almost a hundred years, and this time in order to be able to follow His Royal Highness Anson to Hantu to make a ruthless profit, he lost almost all of his family property, but who knew that he would actually run into the entire Hantu City rebellion?!

Facing the coercion and temptation of those wealthy families in Turin. He didn't have much choice at all, but he didn't want to get involved too much, so he chose to stay and be a "prison guard", with neither military power nor much oil and water, but at least "safe" - provided that no one would rob the prison.

Who would have thought these guys would be so crazy?!

Du Qiya, who was in a cold sweat, swallowed his saliva fiercely, but his teeth were still trembling: "Then you, what do you want me to do - His Royal Highness Anson is inside, if you want to save it, just go in, I won't stop it—in the name of the Radiant Cross, I promise that if you don't kill me, I will never shout anyone!"

"I know that. But I would like to express my sincere gratitude for your "generosity". Edward slowly crouched down and looked at the other man's fat face, which was almost stupid, "But that's not what I'm going to say. It's about yours. ”

"About me?"

"That's right, if those rebels find out that His Highness Anson has been rescued, guess what they will think, and what will happen to you?" Edward's voice was low, and there was a bit of sympathy in his eyes: "That's definitely not the result you want to see, is it?"

"You—what the hell do you want me to do?!" Although his brain is not good, Sir Du Qiya is not stupid, he looked at Edward in front of him tremblingly, and his voice was a little humble: "Just say, I will definitely do it for you!"

"It's simple, it's easy - you just have to tell them that nothing has happened and that His Highness Anson is still in his cell. The soft voice seemed to bewitch: "They will not suspect you, because in the eyes of these traitors you have already joined them, and once His Highness Anson is released, you will not end well!"

"But, but this is too easy to find!" Sir Dukiah was already frightened, "As soon as they come back, they will definitely know that I have lied to them, and who will be able to save me then, you?!"

"There's no way they're going to find out about that – because they can't come back. The black-haired knight's voice was cold to the extreme.

Sir Du Qiya couldn't help but shudder, and didn't even dare to look directly at those dark eyes: "But, in case they ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Edward placed a full bag of money in his arms, smiled and whispered, "There are a hundred Turin gold coins in here, which is not worth mentioning." ”、

"You're bribing me?"

"Of course not, just a tribute to the loyal servants of the kingdom, and when this war is over, His Highness Anson will naturally give you more compensation as a reward for your loyal service. Edward replied with a smile, a subtle look of disdain flashed in the corner of his eyes: "The day His Highness returns to Hantu City will be the day of your family's revival!"

Looking at the bag full of gold coins, Sir Dukia swallowed fiercely - he was indeed quite short of money now, and this was a whole hundred gold coins, more than he had caught in this time!

"I did it!" Sir Dukia gritted his teeth and nodded at Edward, "Take Your Highness away, I will definitely not tell anyone - swear in the name of the Radiant Cross!"

"Then I hope the Radiant Cross will bless you. Edward slowly got up and left the room with a smile on his face.

Sir Dukia, however, was still trembling, peeking out through the crack in the door, until he was sure that Edward was gone, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, his whole back soaked with cold sweat, and he hurriedly locked the room, and gasped violently against the door.

What kind of demon are you making a deal with?

It didn't take long for hurried footsteps to come from outside the house, and the gentle knock on the door also made the nervous Sir Du Qiya react quite violently, slammed the door open, and looked at the soldier standing there with a pale face: "What are you doing?!"

"Venerable Sir Dukia!" The soldier standing outside frowned, but quickly lowered his head: "There is an alarm outside, saying that an assassin wants to assassinate His Highness, and wants to know if there is something wrong with you here." ”

"No, nothing!" Sir Dukia shouted hysterically, and waved his hand pretending to be calm: "There are so many guards in the palace, how can there be an assassin who is not afraid of death who dares to break in?"

"Okay......" Although it was a little abnormal to look at Sir Duqia, the soldiers didn't dare to ask anything more - who knows what happened to these noble lords? With that, the soldier turned and walked away, without lingering too long.

Gasping heavily, Sir Duqia, who was still afraid, looked around the room with a pair of small eyes, clutched the money bag in his hand tightly, and never let go of it at all.

"That greedy traitor is not to be trusted. ”

Hiding on the outskirts of the palace walls, Green Turn, with a bit of disdain, said, "Do you really believe that a hundred gold coins can buy him?"

"Of course not, but at least it can shut him up for a while - because once the news of His Highness Anson's rescue leaks out, he will be the first to be unlucky. Edward smiled and shook his head: "Your Highness has been rescued?"

"Five people died, but luckily they were rescued. Green's expression was a little lonely - every royal knight is irreplaceable, and the chief lieutenant's gaze was a little hideous: "We must make that group of bastards pay, otherwise they will die in vain!"

"Definitely. Edward smiled affirmatively, "Their expressions must be ...... Pretty exciting!" (To be continued.) )