After the dinner, Baron Kane called his son to his study alone. He needs to talk to his son before dawn tomorrow.

A tired Sir Colin was dissuaded by Brandt and went back to his room to rest. His lieutenants, Knight Quentin Criss and Knight Sean Sweet, took his place and stood by Lord Brant Tyrrell.

Under the system of feudal society, the loyalty of knights was unquestionable. Once a knight's oath of allegiance to a liege is valid, only a handful of knights who have forsaken their honor will betray their lord and choose to join another liege. The knights who can become members of the Glorious Knights are all honorary knights who have experienced a lot of battles, have extraordinary sword skills, and remember the spirit of chivalry.

When Brandt returned to his room, Angela followed behind, she walked slowly, her knees still bandaged with gauze, and it would take at least half a month for her wound to heal.

"Brant," Angela whispered, "I'm going back to Crag Rock tomorrow." "The plague is raging in Rocky Harbor, and if she goes with her, the wound on her leg can easily become infected.

That's what Brandt meant in his heart, and he was going to tell her again tomorrow. "I'll send someone to send you back," he smiled at Angela, "I'll give it to you with that big grizzly bear, and you can bring it back with you." ”

"I'll take good care of it," Angela smiled, "and you have to take care of yourself, too." ”

"I know. Brant nodded.

"Then I'll go back to my room and sleep, and you can rest early. ”

"Yes, good night. ”

"Good night, Brant. ”

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Carrying a keel bow, Roy walked through the iron door into the dark, damp dungeon, holding a roast chicken leg wrapped in a red silk napkin.

Leather Leather, the jailer guarding the iron prison door, pondered: the adult in front of him was unique, and it seemed that he intended to interrogate the prisoner while enjoying the chicken legs.

Roy stepped across the filthy pit, sewage splattered on his fur boots beneath his feet, and several large hairy black rats passed him. Roy's footsteps stopped beside the torch stove, and he looked at the female assassin on the other side with her limbs confined to the torture rack.

"Looks like they've used a lot of torture tools on you," Roy complained with pretended sympathy, "and they're about to torture you to the point where you don't look like you." ”

"It's all your work. The female assassin 'Glia' replied in a cold tone.

"I can only blame you for your inferior skills, or say that you are asking for your own hardships. There was an interesting mockery in his words.

A look of disdain appeared on Glia's stained face, and she sneered, "If you hadn't wounded me with an arrow from behind, would you have caught me?"

Roy admits that he wouldn't have been able to catch her if it hadn't been for the arrow that pierced her wings. He thought to himself, I don't have wings behind me. He retorted, "It seems like that's what people like you do all the time." ”

"There's a proverb that says... Let me think about it. He said to himself, "This is called the way of the other, and the way of the other." ”

Glia didn't like his tone, and she didn't want to hear him tell the truth. "You're here to interrogate me?" she sneered a little self-deprecatingly, "maybe you're planning to torture me too?"

A smile tugged at Roy's lips, "Oh, I look like I'm going to disappoint you," he said lightly, "I'm not here to interrogate you, and I didn't even think of torturing you." He didn't think that an assassin in charge of an assassination target could know much about the dealings behind the scenes.

Glia took a deep breath, relaxed, and said sarcastically, "Could it be that you're here to talk to me?"

Roy didn't think the joke was funny. "I'm here to bring you food," he lifted the napkin, grabbed the chicken leg with his other hand, and sniffed it, "It's so fragrant, I can't help but want to take a bite, but this is specially brought to you." ”

The female assassin raised her eyelids and stared at him suspiciously. She didn't think that this guy in front of her had such good intentions, maybe he had some conspiracy?

Roy was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, "Don't worry, it's not poisonous." As a ranger, I can't do such a despicable and shameless thing as smearing poison on a secret weapon. ”

She glanced at the other party coldly and replied calmly, "I don't care about using any means, let alone false honor, I only care about the final result." ”

The Assassin himself was a cold-blooded, ruthless, unseemly deed, with no so-called honor at all.

Assassins are a special profession in human history, often responsible for the murder or assassination of a target person due to political and personal vendettas. Some Assassins performed the Assassins alone, others worked in groups, some were highly trained full-time Assassins, and some became Assassins by chance due to the objective environment. Assassins committed assassins, or were instructed by others, or out of personal enmity, or for money, fame, or for the sake of the people of the country, and so on.

Roy was not interested in bothering her about this, so he walked over to the female assassin and put the chicken leg in his hand to her mouth. "You haven't eaten in a day, you must be hungry, eat some?"

Glia hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth to bite down a piece of chicken and gobble it down. The female Assassin believed that his companions would come to her rescue, but she needed food to restore her body so that she could make it possible to escape.

After a while, the chicken leg in Roy's hand turned into a slender bone, "You have also eaten the chicken leg, and you have said it, now it is time for you to stay there quietly...... At this, the corners of his mouth hung in an eerie arc, "When your companion comes, you can catch up on the old days." After saying this, Roy rudely shoved the napkin in his hand into the female assassin's mouth.

She looked surprised, but her mouth was so tightly gagged that she could only make a whining sound. Even with a roaring roar in her throat, the sound couldn't penetrate the napkin that was gagged in her mouth.

Roy's face changed slightly, and he turned and walked towards the dark corner opposite, he completely hid his body in the darkness.

In the lonely night, the earth was already asleep, and the deserted streets were silent except for the gentle breeze blowing, except for the occasional barking of a dog or two.

In the dark alley, a dark figure flashed, unnoticed by several soldiers patrolling the nearby streets.

A lean black shadow weaved through the streets, swift and light. He quickly walked through the streets one street after another, calmly dodging the bands of soldiers patrolling the streets.

The Rand Knights, under the orders of Baron Kane, sent additional soldiers to patrol the night, especially to strengthen the defenses around the castle. Lord Baron could not tolerate the same incident repeating itself in his domain.

Blackface Wick silently climbed over the castle walls, and he walked in the castle courtyard as if no one else, clumps of green grass were trampled under his feet, making a rustling sound.

The soldiers standing in the walkway of the castle wall turned their heads alarmingly when they heard the sound.

"What did you find?" asked the veteran in a low voice.

The soldier with two pointed ears replied, "I heard a noise in the grass." "His ears are sensitive, which is why the Rand Knight sent him to guard the wall.

The veteran carried the torch and searched around the castle courtyard with wide eyes, "Nothing." "He didn't see anything suspicious. And a figure with a whole body black stood there, motionless less than a hundred feet away from him.

"Maybe the wind blows, maybe it's a mouse. That's all he can explain.

The soldiers on the walls did not see him, and he was completely integrated with the night without any clothes. He continued to sneak in front of the castle, but his movements were lighter, trying not to make any noise under his feet.

Blackface Wick slowly walked close to the castle's stone wall, grabbing a peeing soldier by the stable around the corner. He reached out to cover the soldier's mouth to prevent him from making a sound, and grabbed his throat with his other hand.

"Shh ”

The trembling soldier wet his pants, he wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, he wanted to resist but couldn't move.

"Where is the female assassin you caught last night being held?" blackface Wick threatened, "As long as you sue me, I promise not to kill you, I will only knock you out." ”

"Ground... Dungeon. The soldier's voice trembled.

"Where?"

"The basement of the castle," the soldier almost blurted out, and without hesitation in this dangerous situation, he pointed in another direction, "just go down that way." ”

With a 'click', Wick wrenched the other man's neck.

The dejected soldier stared at each other, he shouldn't have trusted the Assassin's promise. He should shout loudly, he should take the opportunity to resist, and maybe there will be a glimmer of life.

Blackface Wick dragged the body aside and covered it with some hay before sneaking in the direction the soldier was pointing.

Outside the iron door of the dungeon, two jailers lay asleep at the stone table. The stone table was a mess of gnawed chicken bones, empty bottles of red wine, and a few wooden plates. It seems that Ammon and Leather were drunk, and then fell asleep.

Blackface Wick had intended to kill the jailers guarding the door, but now it didn't seem necessary, as long as he didn't wake them up. He removed the key from the jailer's waist, and the iron door squeaked open, the rusty iron door creaking, but Leather and Ammon were visibly drunk and unconscious.

Wick spotted his companion across the torch stove and whispered, "The chief has sent me to get you out." ”

The female assassin had a lump of napkins in her mouth, so tightly gagged that she couldn't make a sound despite the hysterical screams in her throat. But in her eyes, it was horror and despair.

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