Chapter 123 Scapegoat

Junlin at night fades away from the hustle and bustle of the day, showing a quiet beauty.

"Nine o'clock tonight, the godswood."

Hob Redwin took out the pink ribbon and looked at it again.

Although he couldn't believe that Miss Natalie was still willing to ask him out under such circumstances, Hobo soon found a reason for himself——

After all, he is also the second son of Qingting Island, and his status and family background are much better than that of the freedom knight Gerald Dayne who even lost his family territory.

As expected, Miss Natalie still has discernment.

When a man meets a woman he is attracted to, he will always overestimate his own charm.

Hopper is certainly no exception.

Under the cold moonlight, full of excitement, he embarked on the road to the appointment.

Maybe it's a wounded beast.

So, they walked towards the sacred forest.

Samwell stepped forward and stood side by side with the eldest son of Qingting Island, and asked with concern:

Of course, at this height, Jello would not dare to jump directly, as he would fall to death.

Hopper looked at Samwell suspiciously and said warily:

There is actually a dozing guard inside the door!

"Who?"

Merciful Holy Mother, please give me a beautiful wife.

Time passed little by little.

Hopper heard distant bells ringing from outside the godswood.

A clear eagle call pierced the silent night sky like a sword.

"That's me." Horace stepped forward without knowing why, "What's wrong?"

But that damn falcon actually pursued him closely, attacking him while constantly chirping, as if it was deliberately trying to make some noise.

This is a trap!

Fear and anger surged into his heart instantly. Before Jero could figure out how to respond, a black shadow suddenly fell from the treetops.

I don’t know if Samwell read this meaning from his eyes, he chuckled and said:

"Earl Paxter will avenge you, but not from me."

So, he followed the dark path to the northeast corner of the Red Fort.

"唳——"

Jero quickly came to the top of the tower and looked out of the window——

Jero pushed open the wooden door and was stunned.

Before Hopper understood the meaning of this sentence, he felt a sharp pain in his throat.

"That's good." The corners of Samwell's mouth raised slightly, "Just sleep."

"Okay, Sir Gerald, please come in."

"She wants to ask you a question," Samwell said calmly.

Shouldn't have come so early.

Jero cursed secretly again, stopped quickly, adjusted his breathing, and said:

"It's me, Gerald of House Dane."

It shouldn't be here yet, I'm early.

The belated fear overwhelmed Hobo's reason like a tide. He never thought that Samwell would actually dare to kill him!

"what is the problem?"

Hobo pulled on his cloak, drew a seven-pointed star on his chest with his right hand, and prayed secretly——

Samwell smiled lightly: "Don't be nervous, Miss Natalie asked me to ask you out."

But in the end, he decided to tell the truth.

The golden-robed guard sighed:

"I'm sorry that your brother, Ser Hobbs, has unfortunately died."

Jero was horrified and rolled over on the spot, but he still felt a sharp pain in his hand.

When he was bored, he simply walked casually in the forest.

Jero quickly pulled out the dagger he had brought with him and leaned over carefully.

The cool night wind whistled in his ears, and the ancient buildings receded behind him.

Jero knew that the Red Castle gate was definitely closed at this time, and he was not qualified to order the guards to open the door for him alone.

Soon, he came to the huge oak tree deep in the godswood forest and saw the figure in the shadow.

The most important evidence was lost, and he really couldn't explain it now. He had to run.

"It's me, Gerold of the Dane family. I couldn't sleep at night, so I came to pay homage to the white knights of the past."

A trace of doubt ran through Hopper's mind, but soon, complete darkness enveloped him.

Several people watched for a while, and finally a golden-robed guard ran over and said:

"Who is Sir Horace?"

"It's okay, just a minor injury."

"Miss Natalie? Miss Natalie?"

At this moment, countless thoughts ran through Jero's mind.

However, when he walked under the oak tree, he found that something was wrong with the man's figure.

"That's good." Samwell looked at it for a while and then suddenly said, "By the way, where is Hopper? Was he seriously injured in the afternoon?"

Gerald Dane stroked the ribbon and read the words on it softly, feeling impatient for a long time.

Samwell carefully placed Hopper's body against the shadow on the back of the oak tree, took away the ribbon from his body, and then left quietly.

It was as if the ancient gods were really watching me through the invisible eyes in the trees.

The forest was quiet and peaceful, with only the rustling sound of Hobo stepping on the leaves.

"who?"

…

…

damn it!

Jero was so depressed that he went crazy.

But as he walked, Jero suddenly smelled the smell of blood.

He struggled to call for help, but his throat was already choked with blood.

But the next second, his neck was tightly grasped by a pair of iron-like hands.

The force was so great that Hopper could hardly breathe.

This movement must have alerted the golden-robed guards.

After saying that, he strode away.

"No!"

Halfway through the climb, Jero suddenly heard a familiar eagle call.

"That day at sea, you deliberately lured the pirates over. What did you want to do?"

Hearing this, Hobo's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he immediately denied:

"Samwell Caesar, I don't know what you're talking about!"

At this time, Jero had only one thought in his mind - run!

It also scared Jero half to death.

"Miss Natalie?"

Father will avenge me!

Through the faint moonlight shining between the leaves, he finally saw the face of the corpse clearly——

He forced himself to suppress his anxiety and waited patiently, while thinking about how to express his love later without appearing abrupt.
To be continued...