"There's a fire," Abel reminded Knight Marshall as he looked into the distance.
"That's the direction of Lord Matthew's castle," Knight Marshall said with certainty as he glanced in the direction of the fire.
Lord Matthew was the lord of the domain between Knight Marshall and Knight of Bennett. The relationship between Lord Matthew and Knight Marshall was only so-so because the lord of the domain did not recognize the status of a knight as a noble. Although most people in the human world recognized a Knight with a domain as a noble, this did not include some of the knights with a domain.
Therefore, although Lord Matthew and Knight Marshall were neighbors, the relationship between the two was just a matter of greeting each other. Now that Knight Marshall saw the fire in Lord Matthew's castle, he was a little hesitant about whether or not he should go and save them.
First of all, Knight Marshall could not expose his identity. If he was discovered to have left his domain, it would be troublesome.
Secondly, Knight Marshall wanted to protect Abel, so he was not sure whether he could still save Lord Matthew's castle.
Abel did not speak and just looked at Knight Marshall. This matter was up to Knight Marshall to decide. Abel did not know anything about Lord Matthew. He had never seen him before, nor had he heard about him from the two Knights. So, when it came to saving an unfamiliar noble, Abel was not that great. Only on the premise of ensuring his own safety would he be able to do something to help.
"Let's go and save them. You must not leave my side. I can't do this. You can do it as a Blacksmith Master," Knight Marshall ordered.
"Yes, Uncle Marshall." Abel listened to Knight Marshall's arrangement.
Abel took down Harry's bow from the saddle. Although it was a little difficult for him to use Harry's bow, shooting 3 or 4 arrows was not a problem.
The Knight Marshall was also holding Harry's Bow. He placed the arrow on the quiver and pulled the bowstring. At this time, the Marshall Knight discovered another advantage of Harry's Bow. This bow was especially useful on horseback.
Think about it, when using a normal bow, you have to use your legs to control the horse, and then use your strength to pull the bow, and then continue to use your strength to hold the bow and shoot.
As for the Harry's Bow, as long as the bow was drawn, it would take very little effort to maintain the state of drawing the bow. At that time, more effort could be used to control the horse, and it would be easy to have ample time to aim and shoot.
The two warhorses were very fast. Abel was the first to notice that the castle was in a mess. Outside the castle gate, there were four wolf riders chasing after the people who had escaped.
Hearing the sound of hooves, the four wolf riders shouted loudly. Two wolf riders rushed towards Abel and Knight Marshall with long swords.
"One in front of you, one behind me." Knight Marshall's voice came from behind.
Abel aimed at the first wolf rider and pressed the trigger. The wolf rider in front of him had a hole in his head, and then the wolf rider behind him also fell down. That was the arrow of Knight Marshall.
The two wolf riders who were still chasing after the people who had escaped saw the situation and howled loudly. Abel understood the orc language, they were calling for their companions in the castle to come out and meet the enemy.
Abel and Knight Marshall did not stop. Their next attack made the two wolf riders fall to the ground. At this time, the wolf riders did not stop after the wolf riders died. Instead, they madly rushed towards Abel and Knight Marshall.
Knight Marshall calmly shot down the four wolf riders. He looked back at Abel and said, "See? These are the wolf riders. They are very loyal. You have to treat your Black Wind well."
"Uncle Marshall, I know." Abel nodded heavily. He saw the four wolf riders that had been shot down. He didn't shoot them because he couldn't bear to see them die. Also, he had absolute trust in Knight Marshall.
At this time, six wolf riders rushed out of Matthew's castle. The six wolf riders were carrying large bags on their wolves.
Knight Marshall's eyes flashed with a cold light. He snorted and said, "Looking for death."
These wolf riders even carried the loot when they were charging. This greedy behavior also hastened their demise.
Knight Abel and Marshall had already shot out their arrows. The closest wolf riders were 30 meters away from them. All six wolf riders died on the way, including their wolf riders.
Knight Marshall looked at the wolf riders that died on the way. He sighed and said, "This is a ten-man team. The orcs are very strong. It's a pity that they lack the protection of armor." He looked back at Abel and said, "Blacksmith's Guild strictly forbids the blacksmiths in the guild to make armor for the orcs. Their own blacksmiths do not have the skills to make armor, so these orcs can only use their bodies to block our arrows."
The panicked crowd in Matthew's castle slowly realized that all the wolf riders that attacked them had been killed. The crowd slowly gathered. A middle-aged man in a formal suit came in front of Abel. Knight Marshall acted like Abel's attendant, standing behind Abel.
"Hello, Sir Knight. Thank you for saving us. I am Ken, the butler of Matthew's castle." Although he was frightened, the etiquette that was deeply ingrained in his bones made him behave very politely. He bowed to Abel with gratitude.
"I am Abel, Harry. Harry, I accept your thanks. Where is your master? " Abel was very dissatisfied that his master did not appear after the rescue. He and Knight Marshall risked their lives to help Lord Matthew, but Lord Matthew did not appear. It was very rude.
"Master Abel, my master has already …" Hearing this question, Steward Ken's face was already filled with tears. He was so sad that he couldn't speak. The etiquette he showed just now was completely gone. This was too unbelievable for a noble steward.
Abel's name spread very quickly in Harvest City. The nobles basically knew that there was such a young master blacksmith living in Harvest City.
Abel knew that something was wrong. Lord Matthew was in trouble. He jumped off his horse and supported Ken with his hand. At this time, Abel showed a steadiness that was far beyond his age. At the age of 13, he was already nearly 1.7 meters tall.
As a noble who saved Matthew's castle, Abel could temporarily issue orders if there were no nobles in the territory he saved. This was one of the rules of the nobles.
"You now arrange people to maintain order in the castle. As for Lord Matthew's matter, send someone to Harvest City to talk to the city lord. The city lord will decide what to do in the future." Abel said to Ken.
"As you wish." Ken also stopped crying at this time. At this time, the noble gave orders and made a decision to keep Matthew's castle stable. There would be no one with bad intentions to loot a burning house.
Abel did not stay for long. About an hour or so, Matthew's castle was restored to calm. The bodies of the orcs were piled up in the square in the middle of the castle, while Matthew's body was placed in the hall. The bodies of the other members of the Matthew family were also placed in the hall, while the bodies of the dead subjects and attendants were placed in the side room.
All the warehouses were protected by iron locks, and Abel appointed steward Ken and five guards to protect the property of the Matthew family while waiting for the city lord's mansion to come and deal with the situation here.
All the members of the Matthew family in the castle were killed. After the orcs rushed into the castle, the first thing they did was to find the most gorgeous room to rob. This directly led to the Matthew family being the first to be killed.
After everything was arranged properly, Abel asked Ken to leave. Ken did not dare to stop an aristocrat, especially a master. At this moment, he especially hoped that Abel could stay and wait for the city lord to send someone.
Coming out of Matthew's castle, Abel and the Knight of Marshall looked at each other. The scene in Matthew's castle today touched both of them greatly. A lord's family that had been passed down for many years disappeared because of an attack.
If it was the Knight of Bennett or the Knight of Marshall who disappeared, Abel could not imagine it. He now once again deeply understood the cruelty of the world.
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