In the early morning, the light of dawn still shrouded the majestic Hantu City, and the morning fog made the streets look extremely deserted, and there were not even many pedestrians. The flaming goshawk flag was still fluttering on the Duke's mansion, and the sun rising on the other side of the mountain was no different from the past.

The town's bazaars and central avenues had long since been cordoned off, and heavily armed knights and soldiers were almost everywhere, and patrols could be seen on the streets even in the early morning. The entire Hantu City was shrouded in an incomparably oppressive atmosphere, and the prosperity of the past was completely lost.

Almost every soldier had a little nervousness and loneliness on his face, and his restlessness was suppressed by the dead silence in the air, and the doors of every house were locked, and no one dared to open them at this time.

The soldiers with sharp blades scurried through the streets, making sure that there was no movement around them, and then proceeded - until the soldiers were far away, and the townsfolk hiding behind the windows and doors dared to peek out, only to see only a pair of frightened and panicked eyes like themselves.

It's been a month since the defeat of the army led by His Highness Anson, and the entire city of Hantu has still not been freed from this gate and tense atmosphere, and the haze of defeat still hangs over everyone's heads, as if the murderous barbarians will break through the Twin Towers and attack the town at any time.

The army blocked the news, but the more this happened, the more panicked the residents became, and the soldiers who were originally just stationed in the barracks replaced the Hantu City guards and took charge of the security of the town, but it did not bring the residents much security. There is only unspeakable fear.

Although the patrols enforcing martial law did not do much. But the rattling of boots in the streets still kept the soldiers hiding in their houses. I don't dare to go out easily.

It was only when it was almost noon that the taverns and shops of Hantu City dared to open, and the martial law army did not stop them - after all, commercial taxes were an important source of revenue for Hantu City, and they had to be maintained as much as possible no matter what.

Even so, there were still large numbers of soldiers patrolling the bazaar, as if searching for any possible spy, but few were heard of anyone being arrested - only a few wealthy caravans and shops had been shaved by the big-headed soldiers, although many complained. But I didn't dare to do anything.

But this morning, however, seemed to be a little different—when the trembling citizens came out of their homes, they found that the streets around them seemed to be much emptyer, and that the patrols that had been the usual ones were absent today, and that the soldiers around the bazaar had disappeared completely, and if it had not been for the pile of horses and fences that had been placed there, perhaps they would have evaporated from the earth.

It wasn't until noon that the residents really realized that not only were the patrolling soldiers gone, but the entire town seemed to have a lot fewer soldiers overnight.

"Is this true?!"

Cramped tavern room. Several middle-aged people in cloaks surrounded a young man who had just hurriedly run in, and asked excitedly, "Did you really see it?!"

"They left overnight last night. I was right near the gates—a crowd of soldiers, and a multitude of knights on horseback and with swallowtails!" the young man's face was equally excited: "I swear I didn't lie—the Radiant Cross vouched for me!"

"Well done!" the middle-aged man patted the young man's head vigorously, then quickly turned around, looked respectfully at the one-armed knight who was still sitting on the bed, and clenched his fists excitedly: "Lord Greene Turn, our chance has come!"

Looking at the eager gazes of the brothers around him, Greene Turn's face was only extremely heavy, even nervous - there is only one chance, and they must succeed!

Instead of looking for Edward, Greene Turnch took the opportunity to take all the remaining royal knights and sergeants and cautiously infiltrated the city - even now, the rebel generals of the city were still searching for the chief lieutenant with the severed right arm, and the town was almost always in danger.

But on the other hand, the more dangerous the place, the safer it is - those people would never have imagined that they would be hiding under their noses. And another important reason for lurking in Hantu City is Anson Marchelus!

These Berrion lackeys were clever enough to put the little prince under house arrest in the palace - so that the army would remain loyal, and as long as the prince was in their hands, the army would be under their control!

In such a situation, even if he stands up, nothing will change - Anson's identity is the source of military power, and it is also the root of his power as the chief lieutenant, those soldiers have little to do with him at all, neither recruited by himself, nor his former subordinates, obeying his orders is only because of his own identity.

So rescuing Anson was the first thing to do to regain power, but the garrison of Hantu City was too tight - for any town, this army of more than 30,000 men was so rich that the enemy could spread his army all over the streets and alleys, and put it in a tight position. The consequences of any rash action are bound to be devastating.

Every soldier around him is very precious, any sacrifice is a great loss, and a small negligence of his own will also make the rescue difficult!

"Why did they suddenly withdraw so many troops, could it be a trap?" Glynn Turne muttered to himself, but then immediately made up his mind: "In any case, this is indeed a very good opportunity. And I'm afraid that even if I wait any longer, there will be no better chance!"

Grimm, who had made up his mind, got up from the bed and looked at the warriors around him with a slight trembling gaze: "Go and get ready tonight, notify everyone, and be ready to accept the summons at any time!"

"And when are we going to do it?" Someone immediately asked eagerly, "Today or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow. Greene Turn's reply was quite decisive: "Today we will first explore the route and find out how many enemies there are and where they are patrolling - even if they remove the army, the palace will still be very well guarded, and we must not be careless!"

"Will this kind of thing wait until tomorrow?" A provocative voice came from behind him, and the knights of the royal family, who were still excited just now, turned pale in an instant, pressed their hands on the hilt of their swords almost immediately, and turned back suddenly.

The young knight standing outside the door seemed to not see the pair of murderous eyes, still looking at the knights in the room with a slight teasing, and the pale young man standing on the outermost side swallowed nervously: "You, you followed me to find here?"

"Of course not, although I did follow your god, I knew it from the beginning. The young knight seemed quite confident, and said with a slight smug smile, "I have to say, you are really good at finding a place - I'm afraid few people can guess that there are so many people hidden in the tavern near this kind of bazaar." ”

Although he didn't look like an enemy, the royal knights in the room still didn't let go of the hilt of the sword in their hands, and just after stepping into the room, a snowy long sword was already on his neck, and the cold blade gently slid through his skin, and he could still feel the biting chill above.

Even so, there was still no nervousness on his face, and there seemed to be a bit of disdain in his indifferent smile, as well as unparalleled confidence.

"Put your swords down, this guy is not an enemy. With a long sigh, he looked at the still smiling young knight, but there was only indescribable confusion on Green Turn's face.

"Edward Witwood, why are you here?!" )