A blinding firelight bloomed in the night, and a fireball leaped upward.

The stalkers near the carriage were instantly engulfed in flames, and the stalkers a little farther away were broken in the air as they flew high under the shockwave.

A stalker a little farther away?

They didn't escape either!

Nail after nail flew and pierced their bodies like arrows.

Only a handful of stalkers were left who were lucky enough to escape.

But their ears were still filled with the roar of explosions.

Not only buzzing, but also making them dizzy and staggering.

In that blurred vision, a black figure came with a sword.

Fast!

Very fast!

As the other man scurried past the burning carriage, a spark swirled around the figure, and slashed forward with the blade.

Countless crimson sparks flickered and danced, chasing the deep and dark blades.

Burst!

One of the stalkers was swept across the neck by a blade without even reacting.

The spark that smashed on the opponent's face suddenly lit up and then went out.

And then there's the second, the third!

The dull blade danced with the swift rush of the figure.

In a continuous sound, the sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood, a strange sound protruded.

"Asian ......"

Then, the blade swept by, and silence reigned.

After Arthur confirmed that there was no living mouth around him, and that there would never be a situation where he would be shot with a black gun, he habitually vibrated his sword and put it back into its sheath.

Click!

With the crisp sound of the sword colliding with the scabbard, Arthur exhaled slightly, regaining his strength.

The seemingly one-sided battle was actually Arthur's careful calculation, starting from choosing a location close to the spring square to shoot, stopping the carriage, and then forcing these stalkers with the upcoming patrol to make them have no time to think, and finally shooting and igniting explosives with the hands of nothingness, all of which Arthur had seriously thought about several times.

Fearing an accident, Arthur has two backup plans.

Luckily, none of it worked.

Sniffing the scorching smell of flesh and blood in the air, Arthur looked at Edwin running in the distance.

Not to mention that the other party was fully armed, the coachman behind him also held two firearms high, with a long sword at his waist.

'Not slow! ’

The response was also very fast! ’

Arthur's gaze crossed over to Edwin and at the coachman behind him.

Edwin is extremely powerful, there is no doubt about it, and being Malinda's attendant and coachman is enough to say it all.

Arthur was surprised that the coachman behind the other party also seemed to have considerable strength.

'Is it Malinda's men?' ’

'Or borrowed from the earl?' ’

Arthur guessed.

And the two people who rushed over, looking at the battlefield that had already settled, their faces were full of consternation.

You know, the two originally thought it was a vicious battle!

Can now?

Edwin and the unknown coachman looked at the severed limbs and all the dead enemies in front of him, and his heart was full of horror.

Use yourself as bait to lure these impatient guys into the bait, and then use explosives...... Shhh ’

Edwin instantly grasped what had just happened, and couldn't help but gasp.

He didn't know how Arthur managed to get out unscathed in this situation, but he knew that he should never fight Arthur lightly.

Because, he didn't want to be like these guys on the ground.

Turning around, Edwin looked at the grass beside the road.

The driver who drove Arthur was standing there, but his face was dumbfounded.

Obviously, the other party also does not believe in what is in front of him.

Unlike the others, as Arthur's chauffeur, the other party came with a certain heart of death.

It's just that everything was too unexpected.

Edwin came up and kicked the other man, then rubbed the other man's hair vigorously.

This is his own trained men.

It's great to be alive.

"Quick! Clean up the scene! ”

"Go and inform the master!"

Edwin shouted.

The two part-time drivers sprang into action.

The two knew they didn't have much time and needed to race against the clock.

Edwin looked at Arthur again.

This time, there was more kindness in Edwin's eyes.

"Mr. Credos, please return to No. 6 Shiratori Street to rest first, and I'll take care of the rest of the rest."

Edwin said.

Arthur shook his head.

"I haven't seen Sheriff Maltz yet."

As he spoke, he walked briskly and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Edwin stared in the direction Arthur had disappeared, his face puzzled.

Isn't the matter settled?

Isn't going to Sheriff Maltz just an excuse to show those people?

Can a sheriff still decide the situation in front of him?

Edwin then shook his head and began to bend down to clean up the battlefield.

The coachman didn't plan to think about what he couldn't understand, anyway, he just had to do what his master told him.

……

Maltz really doesn't know what to do now!

The new Sheriff of the Shire District looked down at the two corpses in front of him, and when his brow furrowed, he couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm not going to be the shortest-serving sheriff in Shire, am I?"

"Damn it!"

"Why did the assassination happen when you entered the police station?"

Maltz thought back to the scene just now, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.

The two shots in a row were separated by a distance of 100 meters!

You know, with the advent of the fire technology, the fire gun was quickly equipped in the troops, but the shooting accuracy is still very worrisome, even if the special firearm increases the gunpowder, it only increases the range power of the projectile, and does not help the shooting accuracy at all, so that the army has to use a row of shooting queues, in order to make up for the problem of shooting accuracy with intensity.

But there are also people who are inherently different.

They seem to have been born with the art of accurate shooting.

Maltz, who had participated in the Seven Years' War, was lucky enough to meet such a person.

Why do you say lucky?

Because, such a person, a treasure to every general, if used properly, will become a surprise soldier, and can even decide the outcome of a battle.

So, he never thought that such a person would become an assassin.

I don't believe that such a sharpshooter would become an assassin at all!

This kind of sharpshooter will be welcomed everywhere and will be given double courtesy!

Because this kind of sharpshooter is enough to make anyone tremble!

Just like he is now!

I didn't dare to say anything in the open area, and I only dared to inspect the body in my own office.

What's more, he is well aware of the danger behind this matter!

I don't know why, but it must be some nobleman who wants to take out Coaster, Aemond! ’

And I, the unlucky one, got caught up in it! ’

'It can't be that I came into contact with that Earl and is hated by someone, so I am going to kill me, right?' ’

Maltz was stunned at the thought of this.

Then the more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible.

It is true that the Count of Nanlos is the master of Nanlos, but the nobles of Nanlos are not convinced by this master of Nanlos.

Some are even wall-weed.

Some are yin and yang.

Because, interests.

Because, the old lion of the inner bay.

But none of this has anything to do with Maltz.

He's going to run!

He definitely didn't want to be cannon fodder for the feud between those nobles!

Maltz, who had made a split second decision, was ready to take out the ten gold bars he had hidden in his desk long ago—the ones he had hidden a long time ago.

Just in case.

Why not hide at home?

Because, it's not safe.

Raiders are always chosen by the public.

So, he put it here.

But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The new Sheriff of Shire, when he looked up, found his partner standing at the door of the office, carrying a suitcase in one hand, making the palm of the other keep the appearance of knocking on the door.

"Arthur, I'm in big trouble this time!"

"I don't know if it will implicate you!"

"Why don't we run away together - it's up to you to go to sea to be a pirate, or go up to the mountains to be a bandit, and I have some old friends, and we can buy a batch of arms at a low price......"

The moment he saw Arthur, Maltz had a plan in his mind to become bigger and stronger with Arthur.

Retire?

Something like this happened, and he didn't dare to think about retiring at all.

All he was thinking about now was how to survive while being targeted by the sharpshooter.

There are not many people who can deal with sharpshooters, but Arthur, who has mysterious powers, is definitely one of them, and with Arthur here, he at least doesn't worry about being killed directly.

And to be bigger and stronger is for a better exchange of interests!

However, before Maltz could finish speaking, Arthur waved his hand.

Maltz wanted to run, Arthur guessed.

He knows what kind of person the other person is.

Scheming is not necessarily, but being cunning is certain, and he is greedy for life and afraid of death.

Especially when the relationship is life and death, the other party does not mind working hard.

But if you can't do it desperately, the other party will definitely run in order to live.

That's why he came.

He didn't want the position of Sheriff of Shire to fall into the hands of someone he didn't know, so he whispered as he walked in and looked at the corpse on the ground.

"Coaster, Aemond and the others are so pitiful that they chose to commit suicide."

Maltz was stunned, he looked at Arthur's serious appearance and confirmed that Arthur was not joking.

But if you are shot in the back, how can you commit suicide?

Subconsciously, Maltz asked.

"Shot in the back, suicide?"

"Yes, suicide!"

With that earl, not to mention just being shot in the back, even if he was shot seven times in the back, it would be suicide.

It's just that, at the moment when Arthur finished speaking, the two corpses on the ground seemed to be ......

Moved.