To be honest, Gawain was quite surprised to see Amber bring a person back alive. If he had seen this scene an hour ago, he probably wouldn't have been so surprised. But ever since this Shadow Master was captured by someone called My
Pony's bank salesman had completely lost hope in her combat ability after she was sent flying with a slap. Instead of letting this guy go out to stand guard, it was more like letting out an alarm …
After all, Amber's Shadow Technique was indeed powerful. It shouldn't be a problem for her to find an assassin or spy and then call the police … But who would have thought that she would capture one alive?
At the same time when Amber captured the person, another burst of hurried footsteps was heard outside the study. Then, Byron Knight pushed the door open and rushed in. "My Lord, what happened here?"
He was originally responsible for guarding the door downstairs, but this time, the commotion on the roof was not small, so he was alarmed.
As for the previous visit by Melita … At that time, Amber was sent flying in the face, so it didn't cause too much of a commotion.
"It's okay, just a thief. He's been caught." Gwen waved his hand to Byron. "Go back and keep watch. It's not peaceful tonight."
Byron glanced at the study a little puzzled. He saw the smug Amber and the prowler on the ground, but in the face of the order, the middle-aged Knight nodded. "Yes."
After Byron Knight left, Gwen looked at Amber in surprise. "How did you catch him?"
"What's with that expression?!" Amber was quite dissatisfied with Gwen's reaction. "My ability to fight head-on is a little bit worse, but it's not to the extent that I can't beat anyone, okay? I also killed a monster you called 'Aberration' before … "
Gwen continued to stare at her.
"Of course, it's mainly because this guy is stupid." Amber had more to say. "He obviously could've won in a head-on fight, but he just had to show off his Shadow Steps. As a result, I kicked him out of his Shadow Mode. His spirit shook between the Dark Shadow Realm and the Material Realm, and he fainted. "
Gawain looked at him in astonishment, thinking, 'Only a freak like you can do such a barbaric thing.'
Shadow Step was the signature skill of a Stalker. Those who relied on this profession for a living would have at least one or two "Shadow Walk" abilities. However, the Shadow Walk of the average player was completely different from Amber's unreasonable ability. It could even be said that they were two completely different skill trees. A normal lurker could only temporarily hide in the Material World and shuttle between the Material World and the Shadow World (the sorcerers called it the "Shadow Boundary"). This was an extremely dangerous skill. It was like dancing on the tip of a knife. It required precision and caution. Because one wrong step could cause one to fall into the Shadow World and be torn to pieces by the indescribable things in the Shadow World. As for Amber … God knows what kind of ability she had.
Under normal circumstances, lurkers only needed to focus on their own steps. As long as they didn't make a wrong step, they didn't have to worry about falling into the Shadow World. Because "Shadow Walk" was also known as the Path of Solitude, every lurker knew that even the most brilliant Shadow Master couldn't step into someone else's Shadow Step. Therefore, as long as one was a skilled lurker, they could easily do this "Dance on the Tip of a Knife". But that was under normal circumstances …
When you were dancing on the tip of a knife, it was a different story if a monster with a combat strength of 1.5 suddenly jumped out and kicked you.
At this moment, Hu Po was still talking with a smug look on his face, "It was really interesting at that time. This guy made a very silly pose, and then with a whoosh, he entered his shadow form. But I saw him clearly. I saw him crouch down and sneak to my side. He was even gesturing with a small knife. I pretended not to see him, and when he was standing on the edge, I kicked him over..."
Rebecca ignored Amber and squatted beside Gwen to check on the uninvited guest. "Don't tell me he won't wake up?"
Gwen shook his head. "It's hard to say. If a normal person is hit by the Shadow Threshold, even if they don't die, they will become an idiot."
While they were talking, the lurker on the ground suddenly twitched and then slowly woke up.
Under normal circumstances, a trained Stalker would continue to play dead and control his heartbeat and breathing so that no one would notice. However, the impact of Shadow's critical state made the Stalker lose control of himself. By the time he realized that something was wrong, he and Gawain were already looking at each other in dismay.
The unknown young man's expression was a little sluggish. It seemed that what happened in front of him was a little too unexpected. He was about to bite the poison hidden in his mouth to commit suicide, but he found that the poison in his mouth had been taken away.
He could only choose to shut his mouth and not say a word.
"What's your name?" "What's your purpose?" "Who sent you?"
Gwen asked several questions in a row, but there was no response. It was as if the person was deaf.
Amber took out her small dagger and twirled it in her hand. "Do you want to force a confession out of him? Although I'm not a professional, but I've seen some practical operations when I went to the dungeon to steal things … "
Rebecca was puzzled. "What did you steal from the dungeon?"
"You don't know," Amber explained proudly. "Many of the jailers have to hide the valuables they got from the prisoners in the corners of the dungeon. They have to wait until the next shift to move the valuables away. Otherwise, they'll be discovered by the patrolling officers or the seigneur. I took advantage of that time …"
"Don't even think about it. It's useless to force a confession out of him." Gwen interrupted Amber's boasting. "The Royal Shadow Guards are specially trained to do things for the king. They're the best of the best. Aside from various special warfare skills, their willpower is also frighteningly strong. You can't believe you managed to catch such a master by accident. You can boast about it in the pub for more than half a year."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and glanced at the young man who had a shocked expression on his face. "But when I was alive, the Royal Shadow Guards were just personal bodyguards. At most, they were responsible for gathering intelligence in extreme environments. How did the Royal Shadow Guards degenerate to the extent of stealing chickens and dogs after 700 years?"
The captured Shadow Guard looked at Gwen in astonishment, but before he could speak, Gwen continued. "You want to ask me how I knew your identity?"
The Shadow Guard nodded slightly.
"Nonsense, I personally gave you the titles and the first version of your training program." Gwen patted the Shadow Guard's face. "I'm the instructor of the first generation of Royal Shadow Guards!"
Amber stared at Gwen's nearly two-meter-tall body. "You're a Knight … You're an instructor for Prowlers? You teach them how to sneak? "
Gwen smiled. "No, I teach them physical training and two-handed swordsmanship."
Amber was dumbfounded. "Why do Prowlers have to learn two-handed swordsmanship?!"
"Of course, it's to kill all the witnesses when they're discovered."
"As a Prowler, isn't it equivalent to the end of the mission if they're discovered?!"
"No, for Ansu Prowlers, being discovered is the beginning of the mission … But it seems that the one in front of me didn't complete the training very well. Maybe 700 years have passed, and the courses I left behind have been eliminated because they're outdated? "
The Shadow Guard fell to the ground with a pained expression. So those hellish training courses were left behind by this person …
Although 700 years had passed, and all the courses had been updated countless times, only the courses that were regarded as the foundation had not been changed. Physical training and two-handed swordsmanship were two of them.
Seeing the Shadow Guard's expression change, Gwen knew that the courses in his memory were still there.
"Francis II sent you here, didn't he?" He looked at the young man on the ground and smiled kindly. "But I think that His Majesty shouldn't be so foolish as to send an assassin to kill me when half of the kingdom knows that I'm the Captical. So his order to you should be to monitor me?"
The Shadow Guard still didn't say a word.
"But he should have warned you to stay away. After all, this is a huge risk. Even if the Cecil family declined, Gwen Cecil didn't decline with it. So are you overconfident … or did you not obey the order?"
The Shadow Guard finally said his first sentence. "If I disgrace the mission, I'll accept my death. You don't have to worry about it."
"Accept my ass!" Gwen slapped the Shadow Guard's face. "You've been living a comfortable life for too long. Have you fallen to this?!"
The Shadow Guard looked at Gwen with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't know what the other party meant.
"What's the Royal Shadow Guard's job? It's to protect the King, the country, and the land! Your duty is to deal with the villains who want to overthrow the kingdom, not to help a muddle-headed King spy on your Grand Duke! If you were captured on the battlefield with the enemy, I'd still consider you a little unyielding. But you're here, in my house! What nonsense are you spouting in front of me? Do you mean that I intend to overthrow the country, or that Gwen Cecil capturing you is an insult to the dignity of the Ansu?! Could it be that in the hearts of the Ansu people of this era, the Grand Duke and the Kingdom he founded are already on opposite sides?! "
Faced with Gwen's righteous rebuke, the young Shadow Guard was finally at a loss. "No … I didn't mean that …"
"It doesn't matter. Your opinion isn't important." Gwen interrupted him directly, then stood up. "I'm not so narrow-minded as to be angry with my juniors. So you can go now."
The young Shadow Guard had not expected such a development (Everything that happened tonight was probably out of his expectations). He stared blankly at Gawain, not daring to believe what he had just heard.
Even Amber and Rebecca's expressions weren't any calmer.
Gwen then repeated, "I said, you can go now. Do you want me to send you off?"
The Shadow Guard slowly got up. "Are you sure?"
"Of course, I can't kill Francis II's men here, and I don't intend to take you to the Silver Fort in public tomorrow. Although I really want to do that, it's a pity that I'm past the age of acting on impulse. So I can only let you go."
Rebecca seemed to want to say something, but under Gwen's serious eyes, she forced herself to swallow her words.
The shadow guard slowly moved to the window. Before he left, Gawain suddenly said, "I'm not interested in telling anyone about what happened today. So, it's up to you how you want to report to your king when you go back."
"… Thank you for your kindness."
Leaving these words, the Shadow Guard's figure gradually disappeared into the air.
Gwen pursed his lips. "… Another one who leaves through the window."
Until then, Rebecca found a chance to speak. "Ancestor, are you really going to let him go?"
"Of course." Gwen laughed. "Of course I'm going to let him go."
"But doesn't he need to be punished? And His Majesty sent someone to monitor this place, this matter itself can also … "
"Rebecca, remember, if you want to get more benefits, then you have to take a long-term view." Gwen patted Rebecca's head. "Letting a soldier go is not a loss, but there will be potential benefits."
"Potential benefits?" Rebecca blinked. "For example?"
"It depends on how the young Shadow Guard reports when he goes back, and there are only two results." Gwen spread out his hands. "Either Francis II can't sleep for the rest of the night, or, from now on, there will be one more … less loyal Shadow Guard around him."
As he said, he turned around and looked at the moonless night of the Otherworld.
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