Until a long time after the boy and the dog disappeared into the jungle on the top of the mountain, there was deathly silence in the jungle on the other side of the mountain.
The mountain wind passed through the jungle, shaking the swaying branches and shaking off the leaves.
Les, Anne, who had witnessed the whole process, as well as the knights and retinues of Borabel Castle behind them, all stood there dumbfounded and lost their minds.
No one expected that just now, the silly boy who usually stayed in the stable all day forging hay, feeding and washing the horses, would lead his fat dog, which everyone regarded as trash, calmly and coldly in front of them.
He hunted and killed a Templar's third-level familiar, and calmly pushed it off the cliff to destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces of it!
Many people are rubbing their eyes and pinching their thighs, trying to tell themselves that this is just a dream.
However, when the same horrified eyes and clear pain in the legs came from the companions in front of them, a creepy feeling crawled up everyone's vest.
For a long time, they called that boy Roy the Fool. Whether they took the reins of the war horse from the boy every morning, or dismounted from the horse after training at noon and threw the reins to the boy and let him lead him to the stable... they probably didn't pay much attention.
That thin figure with a single glance.
His confused appearance, thin physique, and inability to cultivate fighting spirit had already caused everyone to place the boy in a position where he was not worthy of attention, let alone a threat.
But now, when I think back to the boy running as fast as a cheetah on the mountain top, that miraculous arrow, the vicious dog that opened its mouth to tear out the sword tiger's lifeblood and devoured it, the coldness of pushing the sword tiger off the cliff with a smile...
Everyone discovered that they had never really understood this humble boy.
Although the Baroness and many people in the castle said that Roy was not stupid, everyone was always confused by his expression and ignored the rest. Now thinking about it, they found that if they were unprepared,
Xia and Roy had a conflict in the deep mountains and wild forests, and it was probably him who was killed and pushed off the cliff!
This kind of imagination makes people shudder.
"The one Big Head killed was Mr. George's magic pet?" Anne grabbed Les's arm tightly, her green eyes were nervous and unbelievable, but there was also a trace of indescribable shock and excitement.
Les nodded in despair, and then shook his head quickly. He suddenly turned around and stared at the gloomy-looking First Knight Buck and his nephew Andrew.
"Mr. Buck, Andrew..." Les's face was as serious as iron, and his eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a dangerous light, "None of you saw what happened today, right?"
"Of course, my dear Lord Rice!"
Seeing what Andrew was about to say, Buck, who was walking side by side with him, quietly touched him with his foot in the stirrup, bowed respectfully and said to Les. After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the man following him.
The other two knights and four retinues spoke in cold tones.
"I don't think anyone saw it, right?"
"No, no!"
Everyone reacted quickly and shook their heads.
No one is a fool. As a handyman of Borabel Castle, Roy killed a Templar's beloved familiar. Once it was revealed, Roy would not be the only one to be unlucky, but the entire castle would be implicated.
Whether the princess or the knight of the Holy See, they will leave soon after all, but people like myself and Polabel are both prosperous and destructive. Telling it will do no good to anyone!
What's more, with the low strength of people like myself, it is comfortable enough to live the current life in Borabel City. Apart from training every day, you don't have to worry about anything else. Not only does the situation in the city bend down and salute the master when you meet,
They were shouting and smiling, and even Baron and Lady Brian were very polite.
If you leave here, will you still become a mercenary and wander around?
What's more, the knight's code of allegiance absolutely does not allow knights to betray their allegiance to their lord. With the skills of people like me, even if I use informants to curry favor with George, I'm afraid others will look down upon him!
Seeing everyone's expressions, Les breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes calmed down.
To be honest, if handing over Roy directly could calm the anger of Templar George, I am afraid that the first choice of any noble would be to hand over the troublemaker without hesitation.
However, based on Lais's understanding of these Holy See knights, he knew that once they knew that Roy had done it, Roy would certainly not escape death, and the entire Borabel would be drained by these vampires.
For a small baron who has always been cautious, family destruction may be a matter of the blink of an eye!
Thinking of this, Les gritted his teeth. His only question now was why Roy wanted to kill George's magic pet, and what happened over there?
Looking back, Les' eyes fell on his sister Anne's face.
The already slanted sunlight passed through the woods and shone on the side of Annie's face.
The girl was still staring at the mountain top, her long eyelashes trembling slightly under her slightly frowned brows, her nose wrinkled beautifully, and the corners of her pursed mouth gradually formed an arc of interest.
When the sword tiger's roar sounded, George finally realized that something was wrong.
He reined in his horse suddenly and looked back. All around him were towering hills and dense jungles. A shrill roar echoed in the mountains. He could only hear the sound, but could not distinguish anything at all.
The seated war horse was spinning as anxiously as its owner. The crisp sound of the horse's hooves on the rocks by the river became more and more urgent.
The roar of the tiger suddenly stopped, and George's face turned livid.
He suddenly looked towards Alessia and Hugo in front, and saw that the girl and the royal knight had stopped their horses and were listening quietly. They looked at him with calm and cold eyes.
"You..." George's eyes looked fierce.
This sword tiger was different from other wild adult sword tigers. He had finally coaxed and robbed it from a mercenary. It cost him three thousand gold coins.
For four years, he and Jianhu had been inseparable day and night. In order for Jianhu to break through the spiritual seal as soon as possible, he not only took time to train every day, but also spent a lot of money to buy and feed the beast elixir specifically to enhance the ability of the demon pet.
Energy and money, even if I think about it now, my heart aches!
No one can replace the status of this sword tiger in his heart. Every time he sees people's envious eyes, he feels proud of it.
But now...
"Lord George, please pay attention to your manners. As an educated nobleman, you should know that the chivalry code prohibits slandering the innocence of others. Our people are all under your nose now, let alone anyone watching, even if they are not
Man, we don’t have the time or the interest to hunt down a level three sword tiger.”
Hugo's expression was calm. However, even a fool could hear the schadenfreude in his tone.
George gritted his teeth and looked at the princess and Hugo. Finally, the worry about his beloved magic pet took over. He pulled the reins hard, turned the horse's head, and led the retinue to gallop towards the way they came.
Watching George and his entourage go away, Aleshia, who had maintained her noble and majestic princess demeanor just now, curved her eyebrows and the smile on her mouth gently rippled, like the clear and cheerful spring water around her.
"Hugo, did he really kill George's sword tiger?"
"Listening to the voice, it should be right. Your Highness."
"He's so awesome... but I couldn't tell from his appearance at first. When I saw him in the city in the morning, he looked dazed and dull. I even asked Sister Susan to help him."
"Confused and stupid?" Hugo showed a smile on his face and said nothing. He suddenly thought of his former knight academy instructor.
To this day, Hugo still remembers that great teacher who never got angry no matter how much the students talked about him and despised him, and who always had a kind and even a humble smile on his face.
The first time I saw the great instructor take action was during the final test of the first year of the academy.
At that time, the students who went deep into the jungle to hunt World of Warcraft were surrounded by a group of orcs. Just when they were about to be annihilated, the great teacher, who had the impression of being a good-tempered butler, rode his yellow horse and started to
The students appeared behind them.
He had been following and protecting the students. He rushed out of the crowd without stopping, and rushed into the crowd of orcs on horseback. The lance in his hand stabbed, picked, whipped, and shook like lightning...
No orc can resist that silver lance.
The strongest ax wielder among the orcs was shot through the heart by a snake-like lance. A shaman who was performing magic had his head chopped into pieces by a whip-like spear head. And the orc warrior was seriously injured.
The tribal chief warrior under his protection was directly picked up by the great teacher, and his spine was severed with a pole.
Dozens of orcs were killed by him in just ten minutes.
When he slowly rode back after killing the last orc, his face still looked harmless and kind. However, the blood on the armor and the horse was so sticky that it almost stuck together, making him look...
Like a demon coming.
Although the boy named Roy may never be compared with the great teacher who is loved and respected by the students. However, the two people feel the same.
The more a guy likes to hide everything in depth, the more dangerous he is.
Just as he was thinking of this, Hugo noticed a rustling sound in the jungle on the hillside next to him. A moment later, the big-headed boy and his dog were already running downhill and appeared in front of them.
"Killed?" Hugo asked.
"No..." Roy shook his head, looking embarrassed and embarrassed, "It accidentally fell off the cliff."
Mr. Big Head, I am just a little handyman, earning two silver coins a month. If anyone finds out, I can’t afford the fucking compensation if I sell myself.
Hugo stared at Roy, dumbfounded. This kid is dishonest. The king of the jungle, who was born to jump freely in rugged mountains and forests, would he lose his footing and fall into the cliff for no reason?
Looking at the innocent and harmless smiling face in front of him, a question suddenly appeared in Hugo's mind.
I heard from the great teacher that his habit of never letting the other party feel threatened was developed on the battlefield of life and death. So, where did the boy in front of him develop this habit?
"Roy," George was away, and Alessia, who was not afraid of causing trouble to Roy, called out. Just as she was about to speak, suddenly, a huge roar of a beast sounded from the valley not far away!
Roy and Hugo turned back suddenly.
In the field of vision, a wounded and violent bear flew away.
And in the valley behind it, a sound of horse hooves sounded like a sudden storm, shaking the earth and approaching quickly!