The castle of the Lord of Border Town was not built in its current location.
At first, when the foundation of the stone wall was buried, it encountered an underground cave, and the ground suddenly collapsed, so it had to be moved.
Most of the channels that had been dug were destroyed in the collapse, and even if they were intact, they were abandoned because of reconstruction.
When Brian was young, he often drilled in these tunnels, and one day he accidentally found a route from an abandoned well to the well in the castle garden. Brian told this news to his father, and the result was that he was hung up and severely beaten. His father warned him that trespassing into the Lord's castle was a capital crime, and once discovered, he could only be hanged.
The frightened Brian naturally did not go through this channel, but when everyone gathered together to drink and chat, he had more than once boasted that he had the ability to go directly to the castle. Now he simply regretted it.
In addition to Greyhound, there were a total of nine people. In other words, the whole patrol team was convinced by Fierce Scar – to be able to work for the Lord of the Western Region of the Kingdom, Duke Ryan, and with such a generous reward, there were only a few people who could resist such a temptation.
The abandoned well was the first place where the collapse began, and now it was still a wasteland. Fierce Scar held Brian's sword in the middle of the team and went down the well. When he was young, the channel was spacious, but now it seemed very narrow. Because there was no one passing through it all year round, and the water had changed course, many places in the cave had grown vines.
The guy who stabbed Greyhound was holding a torch and walking in the front, holding a short-handled axe to clear the obstacles.
Brian pretended to recall the road, but in his heart he was thinking of a way to escape.
Obviously, in such a place where movement was extremely inconvenient, he had no possibility of escape. Only when he arrived at the castle could he get a chance. What should he do then? Shout twice to attract His Highness's guards? No, no … That way Scar only needed to raise his hand to kill him. He must first pull away, otherwise he would end up like Greyhound.
Thinking of Greyhound, Brian's eyes dimmed a bit.
Before the establishment of Border Town, he and Brian lived here, and the two almost grew up playing together. Joining the patrol team together was also Brian's idea. Unexpectedly, he was elected as the captain of the patrol team, just like himself.
Brian was happy for him for a long time. Because of his stuttering, Greyhound had always been looked down upon. Now, he finally had a chance to be acknowledged — at least, that was what Brian thought at the time.
But when Greyhound fell, Brian roared at Fierce Scar. Fierce Scar, with a face full of sarcasm, told him the reason why everyone recommended him and Greyhound to be elected as captain.
[Idiot, the patrol captain has to stay until the Months of the Demons and light the beacon to alert the others. If I don't let you do it, do I have to take this risk? "
These words pierced Brian's heart like a sharp knife.
It turned out that all that modesty … all those congratulations were just a facade of hypocrisy. The real reason was so ugly. He revealed an expression of shock and despair to cover up the anger surging in his heart. This was unforgivable! Brian clenched his teeth. Someone had to pay the price!
After walking through the dried-up sewer for about an hour, the group finally heard the sound of flowing water.
This meant that they were not far from their destination.
After turning a corner, the area ahead suddenly became much more spacious. It could accommodate two people standing side by side. The person walking at the front of the team said, "There is no road ahead, there is a shaft."
"What's the matter?" Fierce Scar asked with his sword.
"Tell him to look up," Brian said in a deep voice, "We have arrived."
This abandoned sewer was connected to the middle of the well in the backyard of the castle. At the time of repair, it may have been due to negligence, but this interface was not sealed. Fierce Scar stuck his head to the wall of the well and looked down. Three feet under his feet was the rushing water, and above his head he could see a small circle of the night sky.
He let someone look after Brian, took out a bundle of rope from his backpack, tied the hook, and gently threw it up. Only to hear a sound, the hook was firmly stuck on the edge of the well mouth.
Fierce Scar followed the rope and carefully climbed out. Soon, he pulled the rope above, motioning the people behind to keep up.
It took a long time for the group to climb out of the well. Originally they could only see the castle from afar, but now it stood in front of them.
Fierce Scar grabbed Brian and said in a low voice, "Take us to the warehouse."
Brian had only been here once. Although his memory of the castle was blurred, he still quietly led the group, pried open the lock of the wooden door closest to the well, and drilled into the castle.
At this time, most of the people in the castle had fallen asleep, and the oil lamps hanging on the walls of the aisle had all been extinguished. In the darkness, someone in the team lit a fire. The weak fire could only illuminate the nearby area of a few feet. Brian knew that the opportunity he was waiting for had come.
When the team came to a fork in the road leading to the basement, he aimed at the stairs that extended downwards, and suddenly pounced over. Although the person guarding Brian had been paying attention to his movements, this leap was too fast. Before he could react, the person let out a muffled groan and was knocked down together with Brian.
Falling down the stairs, the two people instantly left the range of the fire and disappeared into the darkness.
"Damn, damn it!" Fierce Scar immediately pulled out his dagger and jumped to chase after them. He thought that Brian would use the darkness to play hide and seek with him. He did not expect that the other party did not escape, but stood quietly at the bottom of the stairs, as if waiting for him.
Fierce Scar noticed that his accomplice was lying motionless on the ground. And in Brian's hand was that man's weapon.
"Idiot, do you think you have a chance to win?" Fierce Scar maintained a vigilant posture, waiting for the others to come down before he snapped, "We still have seven people, and you only have one."
Brian did not answer, he no longer needed to suppress his anger. He raised his sword and slashed, as fast as Lightning, fiercely chopping Fierce Scar's sword edge, sparks bursting out. Not waiting for the other side to assume the next round of posture, his straight stab had already pierced Fierce Scar's shoulder!
Fierce Scar screamed in pain and fell back. Another person stepped forward and blocked Brian's pursuit.
This was an excellent place to attack, the narrow aisle made it impossible for the opponent to play their advantage in numbers. As long as he stood in the middle of the aisle and faced the enemy, the other side would not be able to do anything – this place could not accommodate two people side by side wielding their weapons.
In terms of swordsmanship, Brian was confident that he would not lose to anyone in the patrol team.
When this group of scum was lazy, gambling, and indulging in the bar, he was still honing his fighting skills. Regardless of the wind, frost, rain, and snow, he had not stopped for several years – this was also the reason why he did not choose to immediately shout for help.
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