When Brian woke up, the first thing that caught his eye was the gray-white ceiling.
The sunlight shining in outside the window was a bit dazzling. He closed his eyes a little, then opened them again, and the scene in front of him remained unchanged.
Not a dream, he thought, I… am 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 shout, "He's awake, go and inform His Highness."
Your Highness? Brian felt like there was a lump in his head, thinking much slower than usual. By the way, how did you faint? It seems that she was pierced by a poisonous snake in the chest and will soon die. At the last moment, a ghostly woman suddenly appeared and defeated all the enemies in an incredible way...
Soon a maid reached out to help him up and sat on the head of the bed. Another person brought a basin and helped him wash his face. Brian had obviously never experienced such a thoughtful and personal service, and he was surrounded by young maids, which made him feel a little overwhelmed.
Fortunately, the cramps didn't last long. When the fourth prince walked into the room, everyone bent down.
Brian even felt a rush of heat in his heart. He had too many things to ask, but he didn't know what to say first when he opened his mouth. Instead, Roland nodded and said, "I already know about your deeds, Brian, you are a well-deserved hero."
As soon as the word "hero" was uttered, Brian suddenly felt sore eyes and choked up his voice, "No... Your Highness, my friend is the real..."
Roland patted his shoulder in comfort.
Just as Nightingale had predicted, Fierce Scar was dragged to the execution room, and before the warden could act, he poured out beans in a bamboo tube and explained everything he knew.
The mastermind behind this team is not his brother and sister, but the Elk family of Changsong Fortress. Earl Elk contacted Hills Med, a distant relative, that is, after Fierce Scar, and controlled most of the patrol members through inducement and differentiation. In addition, he also sent a good player to replace the team as insurance to prevent accidents during the operation. The purpose of this group of people is not to assassinate themselves, but to burn the pure food so that they can obediently go back to the fortress.
The conspiracy resulted in the death of an innocent man - Greyhound. He was stabbed to death with a dagger by a patrolman trying to stop Scar's group's criminal attempts. The whereabouts of the team member replaced by the venomous snake is unknown, probably after discovering that there was no fire in the castle in the morning, and the murderous scar did not return on time, realizing that the plan had been exposed, and fled directly.
After Brian calmed down, Roland said, "Your friend Greyhound, he will get a funeral that fits his identity. His family will also be properly arranged, and he will no longer have to worry about food in the future."
"Thank you, Your Highness," Brian took a deep breath, "Excuse me, Fierce Scar... is he dead too?"
"Currently alive."
The patrol captain closed his eyes in pain, he would rather not be rescued himself, and drag the other party to hell with him. But this hope has become slim... There is no doubt that Fierce Scar is guilty, but the crime committed by the nobles can be redeemed with money. As long as his uncle is willing to protect him, Fierce Scar is very likely not to die. Not even going to jail.
Roland could naturally guess what he was thinking, "Hills Med, also known as Fierce Scar in your mouths, he is a member of the Elk Family in Longsong Fortress. The one in charge of the family is Lockkin Med, who is assigned to Duke Ryan. The earl, and his distant uncle..." He paused for a moment when he said this, "but these will not affect the final sentence. The scar has been sentenced to hang, and it will be executed in three days. If you can recover, Let's go have a look."
Brian's eyes widened suddenly, "But... But Your Highness, nobles can atone for their sins with golden dragons, you won't be offended by doing so—"
Roland waved his hand and signaled him to calm down, "Noble? Maybe for you, he was born in an elk family, and his status is different from yours. But in fact, he has neither a title nor a fief, it is not at all. Noble. Second, even if he is a noble, he invaded the prince's palace, tried to burn the stored food, and ignored the life and death of more than 2,000 people in the border town, these three evil acts combined are unforgivable."
If Tyre's death Roland still had some hesitation in his heart, Fierce Scar was completely unforgivable. If he succeeds, his foundation in Border Town will be destroyed, and he will never have a chance to turn over again. This is far worse than directly assassinating himself.
As for whether this reaction will anger Changsong Fortress, who cares? Since the other party was unwilling to do business with him properly, and chose to use ruthless hands to harm Border Town, he certainly couldn't back down. This incident also gave Roland a warning—political struggles in this world are not like the ones he was familiar with in the past, and most of them focus on competition under the table, but more inclined to overturn the table, which is much more primitive and bloody.
"Have a good rest, you have lost too much blood, so don't leave the castle. I have arranged for others to perform the work of the patrol team. When the month of demons is over, I will hold a canonization ceremony for you."
"Your Highness," after hearing the last sentence, Brian looked at the prince in disbelief, "you mean..."
"Yes, you will be my knight, Mr. Brian," Roland replied with a smile.
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"Prepare - stab!"
Fanner gritted his teeth and stabbed the long wooden pole in his hand with the same force and angle as last time.
This time he stabbed the hundredth shot.
There was a soreness and numbness in his arm, and Fanner felt that he couldn't hold it any longer. Although he thought so at the 50th shot, the conditioned reflexes he had trained for a week still made him obey the order. To be honest, even he himself was surprised that he could survive until now.
"All - rest!"
After Iron Axe called out the command, there was a sudden exhalation sound around him, and Fanner was relieved, put down the gun barrel, and sat straight on the ground.
By now, he finally understood that his militia unit was not a belly unit responsible for running errands for guards or knights. After a week of wacky training, their practice items gradually became more decent. For example, now, standing on the city wall and following the hunter's password to stab and retract the long spears - although these long spears are replaced by wooden poles, but Vanner can quickly think of the role he has assumed.
The logistics team will never do such exercises, which also means that they will confront the evil beasts on the city wall. Just thinking about this kind of thing is scary enough. Fanner originally planned to sneak away, but for some reason, seeing his teammates who were training with him, thinking of the rich three meals a day and a decent salary, he was late. Not sure about this decision.