Snatching the necklace with the key from Cosimo's corpse, Edward didn't even hesitate and rushed directly to another corridor that had not yet been consumed by the flames, the silver blade slashed a bloody light in front of him, and rushed out towards a window at the end of the corridor!

"Boom-!!!"

Almost at the moment when he rushed out, a loud bang instantly sounded from the Lord's Palace behind him, and a continuous explosion rolled up a hot tongue of fire that swept up from all directions, instantly engulfing the entire hall. Edward, who jumped directly from the second floor, only felt an uncontrollable heat wave, and he escaped death.

Edward, who had barely managed to maintain his balance, slowly rose from the ground and threw away the scimitar that had been broken in two - it was indeed a fairly sophisticated weapon, sharp enough to cut off the arm, but it was too light and brittle compared to the knight's sword in Turin, and could easily break if you weren't careful, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

But what really matters to me is this...... Edward carefully pulled the jewel pendant out of his bosom and looked at it as he stood up.

It is a gold disc that looks like a clock, with twelve diamond-shaped gemstones of various colors set in delicate corners full of patterns, and the outer ring of the disc is extremely neat and intricately zigzag - I am afraid that some magic is required to create such a pendant.

"Your luck is as good as ever, Lord Edward Witwood, and may the Radiant Cross always bless you with such good fortune. ”

Landzel's friend-like voice came from behind him, "Seriously. For a moment, even I didn't expect you to survive - let alone among the dozens or hundreds of ghouls and rotting corpses. Snatched the key from Cosimo's hand. ”

"I guess you told me about it from the time you told me. Just praying for that scene, right?" Edward turned around with a sneer and gently flicked the key in his hand, "I'm really sorry to disappoint you." ”

"Absolutely not, assure you as my illegitimate son, Lord Edward Witwood. Landzer looked suspicious and surprised: "Even if I were to kill you, it would certainly not be in this way." ”

Instantly consumed by the flames, he died without pain...... Wouldn't that be too cheap for you?

Although Landzel didn't say it explicitly, Edward was able to guess what he was thinking. But he only shrugged his shoulders and chuckled lightly - for him, if he had the opportunity, he would not let go of this mercenary leader.

"Now that the key is in your hands, it means that the Ottovik family's treasury is yours too. Landzel whispered, his eyes never taking off the "key" in Edward's hand: "Mind following me on an interesting underground tour?"

..................

“...... Did you really see him rush in, I mean the knight of Turin named Edward Witwood?"

Standing on the white staircase outside the burning Lord's Palace, Trist Ottovic held the scimitar in his hand, frowned slightly and asked the guards behind him, "He is the only one, not even a guard?"

"I've seen it with my own eyes, Master Trist. The tall Dominic swordsman whispered, with a little admiration on his face: "He rushed in alone. Not to mention that the guards didn't even tell anyone else. ”

Although both sides were enemies, such a "heroic" act still made the Dominic swordsman awe: "I'm afraid it's ...... now"

"As far as I know, this knight is called Edward. It was also the lieutenant of the commander of Leonardo, and his position in this Turin army was not low - it was because of him that the bastard Landzel was defeated and surrendered to the Turines. Trist shook his head: "Don't make a public announcement about this for now, wait until it's confirmed that he's really dead." ”

"Yes. The guard hesitated for a moment, then nodded in reply.

"Not to mention that, what happened to the nobles who escaped, as well as all the citizens and soldiers of Bright Star City who survived. Trist, who was a little annoyed, waved his hand: "How are your emotions, do you have any complaints or fierce resistance?"

"No—the army of the Turineites has taken control of the city, and is entering the streets of Shining Star through the gates—and the entire city of Bright Stars is already covered with flaming goshawk banners. With a bit of frustration, the guard sighed and said, "We can only hope that these Turineites will keep their promise and have no idea of completely annexing Bright Star City." ”

"They wouldn't do that - defeating House Ottovik and capturing and ruling the city of Bright Stars are two very different things, the latter of which will reignite the war between Turin and Dominica. Trist, who was quite confident, raised his chin: "The only one who can rule this city will always be the Ottovik family." ”

"Speaking of which, you should probably be more prepared, Lord Trist. The guard had an embarrassed look on his face.

"Why, do those militias refuse to be allegiant?"

"No, they are still loyal to you, and the problem lies with the nobles of Bright Star City. The guard bowed his head and replied in a deep voice, "Although you are the living direct blood of the Otovik family, and there is no one who can compare to you. But there are still quite a few nobles who think that the older Landzel may be more suitable to be the ruler of Bright Star City than you......"

"That's enough!" Trist suddenly roared excitedly at the guards behind him, "What right do those lowly fellows have to question me? Even their dog's life was saved by me, otherwise they would all have to be buried with Cosimo!"

"Don't think I don't know what these guys are up to! Landzel, a bastard, has no place in the Ottovik family, and is simply a mercenary leader. The group wanted to push him up in the hope that they would be able to profit from it - after all, he was only an illegitimate child, and he had no inheritance in the first place!"

"Hmph, even without them, I'm afraid that damn bastard wouldn't have given up this opportunity so easily to take over the reigns of Bright Star City - after all, he's half an Otovik, and it's not uncommon for a lowly bastard to have such unrealistic delusions. Trist said with great contempt: "Although the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment is very powerful, they also suffer heavy losses. As long as the army is still on our side, he will not dare to do anything lightly. ”

After speaking, Trist, who was about to take a breath, just wanted to leave, but the guards behind him suddenly stopped him: "By the way, Lord Trist, there is one more thing I forgot to report to you." ”

"Since returning from the battle in the Lord's Palace, our people have not found Landzel - several of his guards have disappeared, and even the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment has always been stationed in place, not even anyone who has left!"

"Missing?" Trist glanced at him with some confusion, "Where can he go?"

The guard shook his head, but Trist had a vague bad feeling - Cosimo Otovik, the knight from Turin, Landzel, was there any connection in this group?

"Damn it's the vault!" Trist suddenly came to his senses and gritted his teeth and roared, "It must be like this, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a death--that bastard named Edward knew about the vault from Landzel, and the key has always been kept by Cosimo and can only be entered with that key." They must be planning to stealthily divide the vault!"

"Send someone at once...... No, you go for it yourself, stop these two bastards no matter what, and snatch the key back!" The angry Trist's whole face was completely distorted: "If the vault is robbed by them, what are we going to do to make the Turin people happy and get out?!"

"What 'justice', what 'chivalry'? all a bunch of bastards, bastards!" (To be continued......