When Brian woke up, the first thing that came to his eyes was the gray ceiling.

The sunlight in the window was a little dazed, and he closed his eyes a little and opened it again, and the scene in front of him remained unchanged.

Not a dream, he thought, I... are still alive?He tried to move his body, but found that he could only shake his fingers, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out.

Then he heard someone shouting, "He wakes up, go and inform your Highness."

Your Highness?Brian felt like a tucked in his head, and his thoughts were much slower than usual.How did you get past yourself?It seems that the snake pierced the chest, and soon dies, and at the last moment a ghostly woman suddenly appears and defeats the enemy in an incredible way.

Soon the maid reached out and lifted him up and sat down at the head of the bed.The other man brought the basin and helped him clean his face.Brian had apparently never experienced such a close-up service, and the fact that he was surrounded by young maids, which made him feel a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, the cramp did not last long, when the four princes entered the room, all bent down.

Brian felt that there was a throbbing fire in his heart, and he had too many words to ask, but Zhang did not know what to say first.Roland nodded and said, "I know your story, Brian, you're a well-deserved hero."

As soon as the word "hero" was exported, Brian suddenly felt that his eyes were sour and his voice was choked, "No...Your Highness, my friend is the real..."

Roland patted him on the shoulder to show comfort.

As the Nightingale predicted, after the scar was dragged to the torture chamber, before the warder could turn out all the things he knew.

The master behind this team is not his royal brother Wang sister, but the elk family of the long-singing fortress.The Count of the Elk contacted Hills Meade, a distant relative, that is, after scarring, and controlled most of the patrol members through inducement and differentiation.In addition, he sent a good hand to replace the team for insurance, in case of accidents during the operation.The purpose of these people is not to kill themselves, but to burn pure food so that they can get back to the fortress.

The plot resulted in the death of an innocent man, the Greyhound.He tried to stop the criminal attempt of the scaly group and was stabbed to death with a dagger by a patrolman.The team member replaced by the venomous snake is unknown, and it is likely that in the morning there was no fire in the castle, and the scar did not return on time, realizing that the plan was revealed and fled directly.

When Brian’s mood stabilized, Roland said, “Your friend, Greyhound, he’ll get a funeral that matches his identity.”His family will also be properly housed and will no longer have to worry about food.”

"Thank you, Your Highness," said Brian, taking a deep breath, "isn scar... and he's dead too?"

“He is still alive.”

The captain of the patrol closed his eyes in pain, preferring not to be rescued, but to drag each other to hell together.There is no doubt that the scar is guilty, but the sins committed by the nobles can be redeemed with money, and as long as his uncle is willing to protect him, there is a great chance that the scar will not die.Not even the prison.

Roland could naturally guess what he thought, “Hills Mead, the scar in your mouth, is part of the family of long-song fortress elk.”The family's name was Rockkin Meade, the earl for the Duke of Lane, and his distant uncle..." said that here he paused a little, "but these will not affect the final sentence, the scar has been sentenced to death, just three days later to execution."If you can recover, you might as well look."

Brian glared, “But... but, your Highness, the nobles can make atonement with the Golden Dragon, and you won’t be angry with it—”

Roland waved his hand and motioned him to be a little restless, "Nobility?"It may be that he came from a family of elk, and his status is different from that of you.But in fact, he had neither title nor terftainment, and was not a nobleman at all.Second, even if he were a nobleman, he invaded the palace of the prince, in an attempt to burn food, regardless of the death and life of more than 2,000 people in the border town, these three evil deeds added up to inexorable.”

If Roland had hesitated in his mind for Tyre’s death, scars were in the category of total inexcusable.If he succeeds, his roots in the border town will be destroyed, and there will be no chance of turning over, which is far worse than directly assassinating himself.

As for whether this reaction will ignite the long song fortress, who cares?Since the other party is not willing to do business with themselves well, choose to harm the border town, of course, they can not give up.The incident also gave Roland a warning that the world's political struggle, unlike what it used to be, was mostly concentrated under the table, but more inclined to set the table, much more primitive and bloody.

“Rest well, if you lose too much blood, don’t leave the castle.”I have arranged for the work of the patrol to be carried out by others, and when the month of the devil is over, I will hold a canonical ceremony for you."

"Your Highness," said Brian, looking impudently at the prince, "you mean . . . ."

"Yes, you will be my knight, Mr. Bryan," Roland replied with a smile.

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“Prepare – the thorn!”

Vanna gritted his teeth and stabbed the long wooden pole in his hand, using the same force as the previous one, and the angle was mostly the same.

This time he fired the hundredth shot.

The feeling of sourness came from his arm, and Vanner felt that he could not hold it, and although he thought so at the fifty-shooter, the conditioned reflex of a week's training still made him obey the order.To be honest, even he was surprised by himself.

“Everyone – rest!”

After the iron axe shouted instructions, there was a sudden exhalation around, and Vanner also relaxed, put down the gun, and sat on the ground with his ass.

Now, he finally realized that his militia team was not responsible for the errands for the guards or knights, and after a week of quirky training, their practice program gradually became decent.Now, for example, standing on the wall, stabbed and retracted long guns in the hunter’s password—though these guns were replaced with wooden poles—vanans would soon be able to think of their role.

The logistics team would never do such an exercise, which also meant that they would confront the evil beasts on the wall.This kind of thing is terrible enough to think about it, Vanner originally intended to sneak away, but somehow, see the teammates who train together, think of the rich three meals and a considerable salary every day, he was slow to make this determination.