Part One Getting Involved Chapter Eight Courting Death
Pedestrians on both sides of the street stopped and watched, admiring the knight on the white horse. The girls even whispered to each other. The look in their eyes was what men most want women to show when they look at them, that is, admiration, intoxication, and desire.
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The horse is one of a kind, and the man on the horse is even more rare. The shining silver knight's armor does not seem to be a foreign object that needs to be worn, but a natural manifestation of one's temperament, so majestic.
, just because it was worn on him. His blond hair gave people the illusion of being dazzling, as if he was carrying the brilliance of the sun, willingly becoming a part of him. His sword-shaped eyebrows and straight bridge of nose were handsome but did not lose the majesty of his man.
The outline of his face. The sun shines on the armor and blond hair, and the reflected light makes onlookers mistake it for his own glory.
Of course, such a person must have an identity that matches him. Several passers-by who knew him whispered that this was the eldest son of Grand Duke Erni, the captain of the Royal Holy Knights, and the son-in-law of Duke Mulak.
Knight Ernie Clovis. A girl among the listeners immediately fantasized that her mother had had an affair with Sir Mrak.
Clovis didn't care about the admiring crowd around him. In his eyes, these stupid civilians were no different from ants. It was natural to be surprised by his own tallness and there was no need to take it to heart.
And he is very annoyed now, or he has been annoyed for more than a month, and now he has to waste time here slowly. If he can, he will immediately draw his sword and kill everything on the street so that the team has to slowly
All the untouchables who advanced were killed.
That soldier was actually able to escape from the royal capital, and might even have been lurking somewhere in the royal capital. This incident made him unable to sleep well for a month. Once he remembered that that lowly bastard might be hiding somewhere,
Smirking in a dark cave, feeling proud that he was able to escape from the hands of a knight, and happy that the knight was worried and having a headache, he would fall into extreme rage. He swore that when he caught the soldier,
Just like manicure, carefully and slowly pick off every most sensitive spot on his body bit by bit, and let him howl like a dog in a pool of blood for three days and three nights, using his tongue to fight
Licking the soles of his shoes, wailing and begging him to kill him quickly.
The only good news is that at least the soldier hasn't revealed the news yet. It's possible that he himself doesn't know the true meaning of the news, and buries the matter with himself in the shadows forever. The progress of the orcs in the west is also unexpected.
It's good. It will probably be fine in another half a year. But that soldier is still like a bomb whose condition is unknown. It may have become damp and ineffective, or it may be that one day he suddenly reveals his existence from somewhere and destroys it.
The subtle layout of the whole thing got out of hand.
Today, his injured fiancée was finally sent back, and he had to put down what he was doing and go outside the city to escort her back to the Duke's Palace. He was very unwilling to waste time on such things.
He extremely hates wasting time. Time is very precious, and every minute should be spent efficiently, gain something, and help himself gain greater power and higher status. Human beings
To live, one should make progress and keep improving. This is his creed. He is proud of himself for having such a creed, and he despises those untouchables who live day by day like insects and ants. Therefore, he does not want to offend his proud creed.
Everything I do is extremely disgusting.
And he also knew that she was equally unwilling to see him. She didn't dislike him in a very explicit way, but with a disgusting indifference. This attitude made Clovis very disgusted and even angry. He
Being accustomed to others worshiping him, admiring him, fearing him, and even allowing others to hate him or hate him, that at least shows that he is an existence that cannot be ignored in the minds of others, which is a very powerful proof. But he will never allow others to ignore him.
He doesn't allow others to look at him like a cockroach slithering past the corner of the wall.
There is only one person in the world who looks at him like that. If it is someone else, he must use any means to tell that person who dares to despise him, and he can tear anyone who looks down upon him to pieces. But this person is his fiancée, a
The person who is about to accompany him with that kind of gaze for the rest of his life. And now he has to waste a lot of time protecting her.
This is undoubtedly a very annoying thing, and he would never do it if he could.
But there is no way. Sometimes the impression of bystanders is the key, which is the significance of this matter. Duke Mrak's daughter was injured. Due to the relationship between the Duke and the Erni family, the eldest son of Grand Duke Erni also
If he is the fiancé of the princess, then he will definitely rush out of the city, then carefully escort his fiancée all the way back to the Duke's Palace. Since people think so, this is the only way to demonstrate things.
The person had already been picked up, and the two of them had a tacit understanding. They didn't even look at each other or say a word. On the contrary, as soon as they met, she eagerly asked her sister in a weak voice, who came a month ago.
Where is the young man reported by the Duke's Palace? In her mind, that soldier is a hundred times more important than her fiancé. This makes Clovis even more angry, but he is not jealous. In his eyes, his fiancée or any woman is more important.
It's just a prop, but her attitude shows that from a certain perspective, he is inferior to that soldier.
He doesn't want to care about any aspect, he just doesn't allow a lowly country guy to be suspected of surpassing him in any aspect. I am the strongest, most perfect, most powerful, and top person. This concept is in his mind
It has taken root a long time ago, and it is also his pride. He is really a very proud person, so he is easily annoyed and angry.
Maybe that damn soldier will take this opportunity to get close to her. Then he can cut off the guy's hands and feet one by one in front of her, so that she can see who he can't ignore. Crow
Weiss thought this way, trying to give some meaning to this boring action that made him feel bad. But he also knew that this was just a self-comforting thought. In any case, the soldier was not stupid enough.
"Brother-in-law, have you noticed the way those girls look at you?" Chris was looking at Clovis with the eyes she described, and excitedly reported to her colleagues...
"Well." Clovis concentrated on his own thinking.
"Don't be so cool all the time." Chris's eyes went deeper. This girl is his fiancée's sister. She is seventeen years old, has a similar appearance to her sister, and is more beautiful. She is one of the few in the royal capital.
She is a beauty, and her character is typical of aristocratic girls, frivolous and ignorant.
Like all the little girls in the family, she was loved by her father. And after she was born, the Duke did not have much time to spend on educating his children. He grew up in the same environment as other children of nobles, so he achieved great results.
She has the same character. Some time ago, she actually asked to go to the Magic Academy to study ancient books. However, it seemed that it was just to add some noble aura to herself, and it had no practical significance.
Clovis sometimes wonders why the Duke doesn't marry this daughter to him. Such a naive and superficial girl is easy to grasp, and he is familiar with it, and it is much more convenient for the Duke and himself.
Suddenly there was a commotion from the convoy behind. "There was a man who wanted to climb into the lady's carriage, but we caught him." A guard came over to report.
This report suddenly reminded Clovis of something he had just imagined. A premonition of great luck came to his mind, and he rode over.
Several soldiers were grabbing a man who was completely covered in a cloak. He was a hunchback, as if he were a lame man, and he was wearing a cloak that looked like it had not been washed for hundreds of years. It was easy to think of this man.
He's a guy who does some weird stuff in a dark basement.
Clovis looked at it carefully, and suddenly he discovered that this cloak was actually very well-fitting, just enough to hide all the body parts of this person underneath. Even if you were standing opposite, it would be difficult for you to see the face inside.
, even the body shape is blurred under the influence of the cloak.
Clovis dismounted and stared at the face submerged in the shadow of the cloak, as if he wanted to pierce every detail inside with his eyes.
He walked in front of this person step by step. Each step was slow and steady, as if the ghost in front of him had finally appeared from the gap in time. If he was not careful, he would disappear into the air again.
He slowly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist and ordered word by word: "Pull the thing off his head." At this distance, he was sure that he would never let anyone escape again.
The cloak was pulled open, and the soldier who pulled the cloak was the first to react. He was immediately frightened and jumped back.
This is a face that is not suitable for appearing in broad daylight. The features look like they were melted by a pot of boiling water and then re-condensed randomly with hands. It also looks like a poor clay sculptor who is dissatisfied with his work and has casually added it to his original work.
The ugly face was pressed again. There were also patches of purple-red sarcoma, which were so swollen that they looked like they would explode immediately, spitting out hot pus and blood. "It's Old Sandro's hunchbacked assistant." The guard said.
Someone inside immediately recognized him.
Clovis carefully scanned the face from top to bottom twice, and couldn't find any elements that overlapped with the expected face. He only felt a sense of nausea. He turned to the guard who just spoke, with anger and disgust in his eyes.
Even the stupidest cow can feel it. He asks: "Do you know him?"
The guard clarified for himself tremblingly: "It's not that I know him, but many people know that this guy is the assistant of the old Sandro who specializes in corpses in the west of the city." Many passers-by echoed. Some of them shouted: "Hunchback"
, you thought that was a carriage pulling a corpse? Kowtow and admit your mistake."
Is it really just someone else? Is it just a coincidence? But even if he was killed by mistake, it doesn't seem to matter, and he can't let go of any slight possibility. A few veins appeared on the back of Clovis's hand holding the sword.
But he took one look at the face that he really couldn't look at carefully, and finally let go of the hilt of the sword. The blood of such an ugly person who engaged in such dirty things would probably be as dirty and smelly as the water at the bottom of the gutter.
What should I do if it gets on my clothes and body? What if it splashes on my face? This assumption made him feel like vomiting. He turned around and mounted his horse and ordered: "Drive him away."
"Get out." The guard was afraid of getting his shoes dirty and didn't dare to kick him. He only raised his foot and swayed a bit, making a hissing sound like a dog. The people watching burst into laughter.
"The man looked so scary just now." Seeing the man put on his cloak again, hobbled on his back and disappeared into the crowd, Chris held Clovis's arm as if he was scared.
"Who was that just now?" A weak female voice came from the carriage. Chris replied: "It's nothing, just a madman."
At dusk, in the big house, Sandro was taking out the livers of the two corpses and comparing them with each other, then cutting them into small pieces and soaking them in liquid. Asa was beside him helping to pass various tools.
A wild cat jumped in from the window, stared at Sandro and called. Sandro cut off a piece of something he had on hand and threw it to the wild cat.
"What if the bone in the cervical vertebra cracks?" Asa asked.
"Throw it away." Sandro didn't even raise his head.
Asa worked very hard to adjust his words: "It's not a dead person, I'm talking about how to treat a living person's cervical spine if it is injured and cracked?"
Sandro raised the small hammer on the table, and with a muffled sound, he smashed one of the cervical vertebrae of a corpse and said, "Try to fight it back yourself." Then, as if he suddenly remembered it, he stared at Asa.
Said: "You still owe me three years and two months of work."
"I know." Asa replied.
"Then please think about my three years and two months of work." Sandro emphasized my words with special emphasis. "Don't go to death. I heard that you were very brave today. But you know
I don’t know, you really don’t pretend to be lame.”
"Then how can we pretend to be like this?" Asa asked humbly. He must talk to her next time.
Sandro picked up the small hammer. "Put your feet up."
At the same time, in the Duke's Palace, Duke Mrak was sitting by his daughter's bed, telling his daughter a made-up story. He had not done this kind of thing for more than ten years, and now he was back to his old business, and he was still familiar with it.
"He just left like this?" Xiao Yi's eyes were full of disappointment.
Duke Mulak's eyes were full of disappointment and he said: "Yes. Such an outstanding young man, I really want to keep him. But he insists on leaving, and there is nothing I can do about it."
Chris next to her imagined her sister's story just now, and she was fascinated and sighed: "A man walked alone through the most dangerous swamp in the continent, fought an orc, and saved a girl...
.This is really the same as the story told by the bard. He must be very handsome, with long hair that covers half of his eyes... By the way, maybe he is the prince of some small country."
It seemed that I was a little inexplicably excited.
"Did he say something?" Xiao Yi asked, his eyes filled with hope after disappointment.
Duke Mulak's eyes were filled with the tenderness, tolerance and understanding that a loving father should have, and he replied: "He told you to take good care of yourself, and you'd better not go to such dangerous places again. He will come back to see you if there is a chance in the future."
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"The situation reported by this young man is very useful. But it is a military secret and cannot be disclosed to others, otherwise his hard work will be in vain. So you must not reveal to others everything he said to you.
, and don’t tell others about what you met in the swamp.” The Duke emphasized his tone, slowed down his voice, and spoke more thoughtfully than he spoke. “You must remember that you can’t let his hard work go to waste, you know?