85_85536In the previous battle, this big man used his shield and body to block several arrows for William. Now he has a wound in the shoulder. In order to facilitate movement, the wound was only cut off from the shaft of the arrow, and then it was bandaged with a cloth indiscriminately. The arrowhead remains in the flesh - as the centaur arrow has barbs that can be pulled out to cause secondary damage if not handled properly.

"Young Master?" Sensing William's gaze towards him, John turned his head and looked at William, "Is there something wrong?"

"Ah, ah, a little bit of trouble. William said to him.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. While the others didn't quite understand what was going on, and when John was puzzled and wondered why William was saying this, a group of centaurs armed with bows and arrows rushed out of the area around the ruined camp - traps. The other party has been prepared!

"At the very least, it can be proven that these guys are not a whim by chance. Rather, it is a premeditated and well-planned formal action. William thought to himself. At the same time, the entire team erupted in bursts of exclamations:

"What's going on?!"

"Why are there centaurs here too?!"

"Damn, I shouldn't have listened to that guy if I had known!"

And by "that guy" they mean Wilhelm von Hereford, of course. Although William was very innocent. But since he acquiesced, the leader of this remnant of the defeated hunting force, the responsibility for the defeat and misjudgment should be borne by him.

"Less, young master!?" John called William nervously.

"The number of enemies is more than fifty, more than a dozen more than before. Equip ...... Is that a scale armor? It looks like it's seventy percent new. Regardless of the number, the equipment must be stronger than the previous group. And we're in a worse position than before. John, do you know what kind of judgment a wise commander would make in such a situation?"

"What judgment?"

"Surrender. William smiled and said.

"Surrender or something...... Hey, hey, young master, don't be kidding. When John heard him say this, his tone became more impatient.

"It's better than just sitting back and waiting. And...... Well, you can give it a try anyway. William replied in a relaxed tone. He looked left and right, and sure enough, the group had completely lost their fighting spirit after seeing the centaur. One by one, they are either looking left and right for an opportunity to escape, or their eyes are scattered, and they look like they have been broken.

"Well, since it's all come to this point, it's better to heal a dead horse as a live horse. William continued to maintain a relaxed tone. At the same time, he beckoned to John: "Do something for me, John." ”

John let out an "oh", then leaned over knowingly, and heard William whisper a few words in his ear.

"This, this, young master?!" After hearing William's words, John looked surprised: "Do you really want to do this?"

"How likely are we to hang up under normal circumstances?" asked William.

"I don't know about this...... But it should be big, right?" said John, not so sure.

"So, so, as long as it's less likely than that, what more do you want? William was smiling very happily, very happy. Then he left John alone in the same place. I looked left and right to find something:

"What's white...... Well, that's it. As he said this, he escaped with the handkerchief in his pocket, and then broke off a branch and tied it to make a simple white flag.

After making a qiē preparation. William stepped forward, holding the white flag, parting the crowd. Then, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head and looked at John: "By the way, the last thing - if I die, you must survive, go back to the castle, and tell your father about it." Sue him, I didn't embarrass him. His son is very good. Also, sue sù father. I love him. ”

After saying this, William walked to the front of the line. Facing the bows of at least fifty centaurs, he cleared his throat and said:

"I am the first in line to the Hereford family. William von Hereford. Official nobility of the Ostrogothic Empire, the Kingdom of Wende, the Grand Duchy of Mazovia. Excuse me, the sons of the steppe on the other side, where are you from, and what are you doing in my family territory?!"

William shouted, shouting to the centaurs on the other side. Quiet, quiet all around. There was no sound other than the sound of flames beeping and burning. The centaurs on the opposite side did not respond, nor did they let go of their drawn recurve bows.

"No, no, no, since there will be premeditation and planning. It's also very good in terms of equipment and acting. Then most of the other party has an official identity. The Khanate of Tartaria, to which the centaurs belonged, had long been hostile to humans, and there was no need for them to hide their identities. That is to say......"

"I'm Seret. The greatest centaur khan of Tartarria, the darling of Tengri, the master of the Ulus and the Chincha steppes, the whipper of the world, the enemy of mankind, the ruler of the Qiē centaurs, the warrior of the Sarida Khan, the centurion of the cowardly Xue army, and the commander of the operation. ”

Sure enough, after this, such a voice sounded among the centaurs. He has a clear voice, feels like he is about as young as William, and uses correct grammar and diction. He didn't speak like the centaur shaman before him, with a lame accent that made people laugh. Instead, it is like the court nobles in the interior.

Afterward, the centaur warrior parted left and right, and a centaur warrior wearing leather armor with a silver mask over his face stepped out of the centaurs.

It's like his voice, young, very young. Slender and short in stature. Looks like a minor - of course, this qiē standard is based on the size of a centaur.

"Sure enough. Seeing that the other party acted as he thought, William secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Then he continued: "So, Lord Serey, what is your purpose in coming, and do you want to be an enemy of the Hereford family, and the many Mazovian nobles present?"

"Before I do that, I would like to ask you again about your family history. The other party looked at William at eye level, and then asked, "Are you really the eldest son of the Hereford family, the eldest son of His Excellency Otto?"

"Yes. William nodded: "Everyone present can testify." I am who I am. ”

After hearing this, William noticed a smile in the eyes of the centaur on the other side: "Very good, very good. Although I have heard of it for a long time, it is not far from the Barony of Hereford. But I still didn't think about it...... What an accident, an unexpected joy. I didn't expect that I would be able to talk face-to-face with the son of the Red Knight in such a situation. ”

“...... Really?" William raised an eyebrow. Listening to the meaning of the other party's words, it seems that his father is very famous? Red knight or something, I have never heard of it at all. Is it a nickname, a code name, and when you go back, ask for clarification.

Of course, the premise is that you can go back alive.

"So, what about my question?" asked William.

"What if my answer is 'yes,'" the other man said in a half-joking tone. And after that, the rest of the centaur warriors laughed playfully:

"Anyway, do you think you have what it takes to negotiate with me? I am willing to talk to you for the sake of your father's face. Make no mistake about this, son of Otto.

I once heard of your father, a heroic expression in the border war. The red knights of Mazovia, very famous even in Tartaria. The Great Khan had said more than once that it was a pity for a warrior like His Excellency Otto to serve an incompetent man like the Grand Duke of Mazovia. If he was willing to turn around and serve the Great Khan, then the Great Khan was willing to canonize him as Mazovia Daru Huachi and treat him as if he were a kinsman. He is a true warrior who deserves respect.

That's why I'm willing to waste my time talking to you. That's not to say you're qualified to negotiate with me on a par - no, it's the opposite!"

He opened his hand, very proud and arrogant, and said: "Your life is under my control, I want you to live, if you want to die, you will die! You have no right to bargain with me, Wilhelm von Hereford, you are about to be mine, no, you are already my captive! I don't have to make any deal with a captive, because your qiē is my !!"

The centaur on the opposite side had an excited, greedy, burning glint in his eyes.

"Robber logic, it's really ......" William muttered quietly, and then said a little helplessly: "In other words, there is no way to be reasonable?"

"Only the weak think to be reasonable!" said the centaur.

"So, if you can't get on the table, you can't get on the table. William sighed again, and then threw the shoddy white flag in his hand to the ground: "-But you say that I am not qualified to negotiate, I am afraid you are wrong - John!"

"Oh!" shouted his squire John in response, and then grabbed Miss Elise's hand and rushed to the front of the line, his saber pressing at Miss Elise's pink neck, and with a little force it would have killed her