When Brian woke up, the first thing that came into his eyes was the gray ceiling.
The sunlight shining through the window was somewhat dazzling, he slightly closed his eyes, and then opened them again, the scene in front of him was still the same.
It's not a dream, he thought, I … am still alive? He tried to move his body, but found that he could only shake his fingers, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength.
Then he heard someone shout, "He woke up, go and inform His Royal Highness."
His Royal Highness? Brian felt that his brain was stuffed with paste, his thinking was much slower than usual. That's right, how did he faint? It seemed that he was stabbed in the chest by a poisonous snake, and was soon going to die, at the last moment, a ghostly woman suddenly appeared, and in an incredible way defeated all the enemies …
Soon a maid reached out and lifted him up, sitting on the bed. Another person brought a basin of water and helped him wash his face. Brian had obviously never experienced such thorough and personal service. In addition, he was surrounded by young maids, which made him feel somewhat at a loss.
Fortunately, this awkwardness did not last long, when the 4th Prince entered the room, everyone bowed down.
Brian felt a surge of heat in his heart, he had too many questions to ask, but he did not know what to say first. Roland nodded and said, "I already know about your deeds, Brian, you are a well-deserved hero."
As soon as the word 'hero' came out, Brian suddenly felt his eyes sour, and his voice choked, "No … Your Royal Highness, my friend is the real …"
Roland patted his shoulder to comfort him.
Just as Nightingale had predicted, after Fierce Scar was dragged to the torture chamber, he didn't even wait for the warden to make a move. Fierce Scar spilled everything he knew.
The mastermind behind this team was not his royal brother or sister, but the Elk Family of Longsong Stronghold. The Earl of Elk Family contacted Hill Medde, a distant relative, who was also Fierce Scar, and controlled most of the patrol team through temptation and division. In addition, he also sent a substitute to the team as insurance, in case of accidents during the operation. The purpose of this group of people was not to assassinate him, but to burn the pure grain, so that he would obediently go back to the stronghold.
This conspiracy caused the death of an innocent person – Greyhound. He tried to stop Fierce Scar and his gang from committing a crime, but was stabbed to death by a patrol member with a dagger. The whereabouts of Viper's replacement team member were unknown. He probably discovered that the castle was not on fire in the morning, and Fierce Scar did not come back on time. After realizing that his plan had been exposed, he directly fled.
When Brian finally calmed down, Roland said, "Your friend Greyhound, he will receive a proper funeral. His family will also be properly settled, and he will no longer have to worry about food in the future. "
"Thank you, Your Highness," Brian took a deep breath. "May I ask Fierce Scar … is he also dead?"
"He's still alive."
The patrol leader closed his eyes in agony. He would rather not be rescued than drag the other party to hell with him. But in this way, this hope had become slim … There was no doubt that Fierce Scar was guilty, but the crimes committed by nobles could be redeemed with money. As long as his uncle was willing to protect him, there was a great possibility that Fierce Scar would not die. Even, he would not be sent to prison.
Roland could naturally guess his thoughts. "Hills Medde, who you call Fierce Scar, is a member of the Longsong Stronghold's Elk Family. The head of the family is called Lockin Medde, an Earl of the Duke Ryan, and is also his distant uncle … "Here he paused a little," But this will not affect the final verdict. Fierce Scar has been sentenced to death by hanging, which will be carried out in three days. If your body can recover, you may wish to see it. "
Brian suddenly opened his eyes wide, "But … but Your Highness, the nobles can use the Golden Dragon to atone for their crimes, you will not off-"
Roland waved his hand, motioning him to calm down. "Nobles? Perhaps for you, he was born in the Elk Family, and his status is different from yours. But in fact, he has neither a title nor a fief, and simply cannot be regarded as a noble. Second, even if he is a noble, he invaded the Prince's Summer Palace, tried to burn the stored food, and disregarded the lives of more than two thousand people in Border Town. These three evils add up to an unforgivable crime. "
If Tyr's death was something that Roland still hesitated about, then Fierce Scar's death was completely unforgivable. If Fierce Scar had succeeded, then his foundation in Border Town would have been destroyed, and he would never have the opportunity to rise again. This was much more abominable than a direct assassination.
As for whether this reaction would anger Longsong Stronghold, who cared? Since the other side was not willing to do business with him, and chose to ruthlessly trap Border Town, of course, he could not back down. This incident also gave Roland a warning – this world's political struggles were not like the ones he was familiar with in the past. Most of them were concentrated under the table, but more inclined to the method of flipping the table, which was much more primitive and much more bloody.
"Have a good rest, you have lost too much blood, so don't leave the castle. I have already arranged for other people to carry out the work of the patrol team, and when the Months of the Demons is over, I will hold a ceremony for you. "
"Your Highness," hearing the last sentence, Brian could not believe it and looked at the Prince, "You mean …"
"Yes, you will be my Knight, Mr. Brian," Roland replied with a smile.
*****
"Ready – Stab!"
Van 'er clenched his teeth and thrust the long wooden pole in his hand, using the same strength as the last time, and at the same angle.
This was the hundredth time he had thrust.
His arm felt sore and numb, and Van 'er felt that he could not hold on any longer. Although he had already thought so on the fiftieth time, after a week of training, he still obeyed the order. To be honest, even he himself was surprised that he could hold on until now.
"Everyone – rest!"
After Iron Axe shouted the order, there was a sudden sigh of relief. Van 'er was also relieved, put down the spear, and sat straight on the ground.
Now, he finally understood that the militia he was in was not responsible for running errands for the guards or the Knight. After a week of strange training, their exercises gradually became decent. For example, now, standing on the city wall, they stabbed and retracted their spears according to the command of the hunters – although these spears were replaced by wooden poles, Van 'er could quickly think of the role he had to play.
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