The lord's castle in Border Town was not built on its current location from the beginning.
At first, when burying the foundation of the stone wall, it encountered an underground karst cave, and the ground suddenly collapsed, so the location had to be moved.
Most of those waterways that have been dug were destroyed in the collapse, and even if they were intact, they were abandoned due to relocation and reconstruction.
Brian used to dig through these tunnels as a young boy, and one day he accidentally discovered a route from an abandoned well to the well in the castle gardens. Brian told his father the news, only to be hung up and beaten. His father warned him that trespassing in the lord's castle was a capital offense, and that if he was found, he could only be hanged.
Brian, who was frightened, naturally did not walk through this waterway again, but when everyone gathered to drink and chat, he boasted more than once that he had the ability to reach the castle. Now he simply regrets it.
In addition to the greyhound, there were nine people in the group. In other words, the entire patrol was persuaded by Fierce Scar - to be able to serve Duke Ryan, the master of the western border of the kingdom, and with such a generous reward, few people can withstand such a temptation.
The abandoned well is where it first collapsed, and it's still a wasteland. Brian was held by Scar with his sword, and he went down the well in the middle of the team. The waterways that were quite wide when I was a child are now very narrow. Due to the lack of traffic all the year round and the diversion of water flow, vines have grown in many places in the cave.
The guy who stabbed the greyhound was at the front, bowed with a torch, and held a hatchet, which he used to clear the obstacle.
Brian pretended to be remembering the road, but he was thinking about how to escape.
Obviously in such an extremely inconvenient place, he had no chance of escape. Only by waiting for the castle can you get a chance. What to do then? Shouting twice to attract His Royal Highness's personal guard? No no... In that way, Scar can end himself with just a raise of his hand, and he has to distance himself first, otherwise he will end up like a Greyhound.
Thinking of Greyhound, Brian's eyes dimmed a bit.
Before Border Town was established, he and himself lived here. The two of them played together almost from childhood to adulthood, and it was Brian's idea to join the patrol team together. Unexpectedly, he, like himself, was elected as the captain of the patrol.
Brian had been happy for him for a long time, and because of his stuttering, the Greyhound had been despised. Now, he finally got a chance to be recognized - at least that's what Brian thought at the time.
But when Greyhound fell, when Brian roared at Fierce Scar, Fierce Scar sarcastically told him why everyone recommended him and Greyhound to be captains.
"Idiot, the patrol leader is going to stay until the Moon of Demons and light the beacon to call the police. If you don't do it, do you want me to take this risk?"
Those words pierced Brian's heart like a sharp knife.
It turns out that those modesty... Those congratulations are all hypocritical illusions, and the real reason is so ugly. He showed a mixture of shock and despair to hide the anger that was surging in his heart. Simply unforgivable, Brian gritted his teeth, someone has to pay for it!
After walking through the dry underground waterway for about half an hour, everyone finally heard the sound of water flowing.
This means they are not far from their destination.
Turning a corner, the front is suddenly much brighter, and it can accommodate two people standing side by side. The person at the front of the line said, "There's no road ahead, it's a shaft."
"What's the matter?" Fierce Scar asked, pressing his sword on the head.
"Tell him to look up," Brian said solemnly. "We're here."
This abandoned waterway is just connected to the middle of the well in the backyard of the castle. At that time, it was probably due to omissions during repairs that this interface was not sealed. Fierce Scar leaned against the wall of the well and looked at it with a probe. Three feet below his feet was rushing water, and above his head, he could see a small circle of night sky.
He had Brian watch over him, and he took out the rope from his backpack, fastened the hook, and tossed it up gently. With just a click, the hook was firmly stuck on the edge of the well.
Fierce Scar climbed out carefully along the rope. Soon, he pulled the rope on it, signaling everyone behind to follow.
It took a long time for the group to climb out of the well. The castle, which could only be seen from a distance, now stands in front of them.
Fierce Scar grabbed Brian and shouted, "Hurry up and take us to the warehouse."
Brian had only been here once, and even though his memory of what the castle looked like was already blurry, he quietly led the crowd, pried the lock on the wooden door closest to the well, and got into the castle.
At this time, most of the people in the castle had already fallen asleep, and the oil lamps hanging on the walls of the aisle had all been extinguished. The faint firelight could only illuminate a few feet nearby, and Brian knew that the opportunity he was waiting for had come.
When the team came to a fork in the basement, he aimed at the stairs extending down and swooped in. Although the person beside Brian had been paying attention to his movements, the jump was too fast, and before he had time to react, the person groaned and was hit and rolled down together.
Falling down the stairs, the two instantly broke away from the range of the fire and disappeared into the darkness.
"Damn it, damn it!" Fierce Scar immediately pulled out his dagger and chased after him. He thought that Brian would use the darkness to play hide-and-seek with him, but he did not expect that the other party did not escape, but stood quietly under the stairs, as if waiting for him.
Fierce Scar noticed that the accomplice who was knocked down was lying motionless on the ground. And what Brian was holding in his hand was the man's weapon.
"Idiot, do you think you have a chance of winning?" Fierce Scar maintained a vigilant posture, waiting for the others to come down before sternly said, "We have seven more, and you only have one."
Brian didn't answer, he no longer needed to suppress his anger. He raised his sword and slashed diagonally, and with a lightning-fast strike, he slashed fiercely on the blade of the fierce scar, and sparks shot out. Before waiting for the other party to pose for the next round, his straight thrust has sent the sword tip into Fierce Scar's shoulder!
Fierce Scar roared in pain and fell back, while another stepped forward, blocking Brian's pursuit.
This is an excellent place to attack, and the narrow aisle makes it impossible for opponents to exert many advantages. As long as he stands in the middle of the aisle and faces the enemy, he has nothing to do with convenience - there is no room for two people to swing weapons side by side.
In terms of swordsmanship, Brian was confident that he would not lose to anyone in the patrol.
When this group of scumbags was lazy, gambling, and indulging in bars, he was still honing his fighting skills, no matter the weather, rain or snow, and it had not been interrupted for several years—this is why he did not choose to shout for help immediately.
He wanted to avenge the Greyhound with his own hands.