Chapter 32 Blood and Fire

"Collection will be high and low for a while, and don't play with people like this!"

The station of the Knights is brightly lit, and the alarm bells are ringing, sharp and harsh.

Riders, attendants and messengers run back and forth. People shouted that horses were in a mess. My horse, where's my horse?" A servant stood still in confusion. And a rider hurried out of the dormitory in his clothes. His armor dragged on the ground, and the sword belt tripped his foot and directly threw a dog to eat shit. The messenger shouted someone's name, but it was so noisy that no one could hear him shouting.

"Shut your mouth!" Sir Ipahui Kai shouted loudly while beating the fiercest rider and attendants with the scabbard in his hand. Take your swords and leave your horses alone!"

But his efforts have had little effect. Those riders and attendants with bowed backs were still in a hurry. They either buckled the sword belt or dropped it on the ground. In the end, Mr. Sir simply left them alone and directly ordered ten riders out of the station. Leave those moths alone to fight with their armor and swords.

Then, another knight took over the Jazz's work. He beat the disobedient riders and attendants with a long whip, forcing them to stand in formation and keep their mouths shut, but the progress is still slow. Those guys are like dead fat pigs. No matter where you whip them, the sword will not stand up straight and stand honestly. They are used to greeting each other, smiling and flattering, bowing and hunchback.

It's not like a knighthood, but a rogue barracks made up of robbers and thieves. Luther Black Thorn thought disdainfully while avoiding the servant running around with his armor.

He heard that in the past year, as long as he handed over 100 gold coins to the city owner, he could enter the Knights and become a rider. So the Knights are full of the sons of tailors, lenders and smugglers. Maybe there will be illegitimate children of thieves? He maliciously speculated. They'd better pray not to hit my sword.

At this time, a rider stumbled towards him, and a tall horse was dragged by him. Sir, sir. He asked him, "Please help me. This horse is restless. I can't saddle it."

Is this guy going to run wildly in the downtown and discharge the conical array to launch a charge? Luther finally knows how Sir Kay feels in the face of these idiots. So he simply slapped the horse's buttocks with his scabbard, and the horse hissed and dragged the guy away, causing greater riots. I have to propose to the regimental commander to transfer these guys to another place. Even a runaway horse can't be conquered, is it worthy of being called a knight? Even the soldiers in the guardhouse are better than them.

Looking at the unquenchable chaos in the station, he became more and more irritable and almost couldn't help burning the dirty fire here. The elite White Rose Knights were originally the only card in the hands of the city owner, but now she has completely buried it herself. Let the three religious and nine-class people fill her army and let the nobles intervene. Does she really think that more than 100 masked barbarians alone can compete with them? The corners of his mouth sneered. In this case, it's up to me to completely transform it. He pushed away a headless servant who hit him and strode towards the command tower.

The command tower stands in the dark like a monster, with dark eyes looking at the firelight in the distance. A black iron gate in the monster's blood basin is like a sharp tooth, guarding the monster's throat. In addition, two armored soldiers guarded both sides. Seeing the soldiers standing straight like pine trees, Luther felt a lot better. He pulled his collar, tidied up his clothes, and then walked into the tower.

The black iron gate closed behind him, isoling all the chaos and noise. He finally found a little peace. He slowly stepped on the monster's ribs and climbed to the top of the command tower.

I don't know how many people have trampled on the floor, which is full of cracks due to disrepair, and the wall seems to have countless eyes. Luther did not squint. He pressed the hilt of his sword with one hand and walked in it. His footsteps collided back and forth between the stone walls and sobbed, as if there was a shadow monster hidden in the thick wall.

He climbed the long stairs and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

He pushed the door in. Sir Aaron Albert, Flaming White Rose, sat upright. Several butter candles were burning on the desk in front of him, but the candlelight could not be compared with the fire outside the window. However, Sir Albert was indifferent. He focused on the documents on the table and turned a blind eye to the chaos and fire outside the window.

Mr. Deputy Head. Leader of the regiment." He wears a tight uniform and never wears armor. Luther felt that he was more like a clerk playing with a pen than an officer who ruled the knight. No wonder he will only choose some victorious battles and charge bravely, mixing with the stigma of "Jazz Baisheng".

"Mr. Luther." Sir Alibert raised his head from the document. I'm sorry to ask you to come so late."

"What happened?" Luther asked.

"Soldiers guarding the station reported that moving bodies attacked Rotten Lane and occupied the Clear Water Bay Pier." Sir Alibert laughed, "A moving body? They still said it was a whole group? Why didn't they say that the octopus in the sea climbed ashore? He snorted coldly, "Do those guys really think that the Knights are full of illiterate farmers?"

"Isn't the mage good at summoning undead creatures?" Luther asked.

"They must think so." Sir Albert sneered disdainfully, "I think they just want to blame Black Dawn. This is a good excuse. Anyway, after the fire, the ashes of any corpse will not move again.

This move makes everyone feel at hand, Luther thought, "Everyone is like this." So who will you send?"

The new knight of the Knights. My former clerk." Sir Albert smiled complatonably in the candlelight, "Jazz with Jazz, Knight with Warlock." Note: It is derogatory to call a warlock alone. This is really a good chess.

Luther frowned, "Did you ask him to find an alchemist?"

"Otherwise? It was these two knights who killed a walking body? Sir Albert said gloomily, "They are experienced, aren't they?"

Lud admitted that he didn't like the alchemist at all. In his eyes, the alchemist was no different from other flattering guys, but he wanted to get on a big boat of black thorns and get a small piece on the huge cake. However, he is a friend of his younger brother and sister, and even his father looks at him differently. He was bored, so he ended the topic. If that guy dies tonight, I will definitely ask my father to ask for the reputation of a hero for you. Luther thought maliciously that it would at least be more elocious and loud than the name of "Jass. Bai Yum" in front of him.

Therefore, he did not respond to Sir Albert's words and bluntly brought the topic to the formality - tonight's sudden riot. Do you have any instructions for me?" He asked impatiently.

Sir Albert smiled awkwardly. After the alarm bell rang, it became like this outside, and no one could control them. He turned his head out of the window and said, "Look at the harassment outside. I need a trustworthy and capable person to deal with them obediently. The Knights are not the circus of masons, and they can be allowed to wipe around with mud.

He thought the other party really turned a blind eye. Are you sure you want me to do it? By my own means?"

"I believe in you, Mr. Black Thorn."

Luthe frowned, and his flattery was so obvious that it was even more annoying than the alchemist. But this is beneficial to him. If everything goes as he wants, two-thirds of the bastard riders in the Knights will completely obey his orders. Then he can go to hell with the "Sir Yum" in front of him and the real leader, Miss City Lord. So he snorted and agreed.

However, when he was about to turn around and leave, the candlelight in the room suddenly dimmed a few minutes and was about to die. A shadow suddenly appeared in the shadow of the corner. The shadow form is hazy, but it tends to be clear little by little.

"Who is it?" He quickly pulled out his sword and asked harshly.

Sir Albert shouted "Guardian!" as he turned around and pulled out the sword hanging on the wall and circled around him from behind the table in panic. Who are you?" He asked fiercely, "Report your name."

The other party didn't say a word, and the twisted black fog was like a monster, with a pair of blood-red eyes staring at them. Luther felt creepy. He moved his feet stiffly and opened his five fingers. He is almost unstable to hold his sword. "Jair Baisheng" was even more cowardly. He supported his body with the cold stone wall behind him, and his sword had already fallen to the ground.

The shadow came out of the shadow, and the candle suddenly went out. Only the firelight outside the window faintly reveals the red body. Then Luther Black Thorn faintly saw that the shadow's eyes were full of hatred. Obviously, the target of the shadow is not him. He felt that the other party completely turned a blind eye to him. The shadow approached slowly. But he couldn't hear footsteps or breathing. The other party is dead, like black ice.

"Don't come here, don't come here!" Sir Albert shouted like a breakdown, "Guard, Guard!"

Luthe Black Thorn summoned up his courage and waved a sword to the shadow in front of him. However, the sword was like cutting into the air, penetrating through the shadow's body, and his body fell forward out of balance. When he stood firm and looked back, the shadow was already standing in front of Sir Albert. Their eyes looked at each other closely. He seemed to hear the shadow say something, and it seemed that there was nothing. The people outside covered everything up. Then he heard Sir Albert say clearly, "It's you..." Then he saw a black light flashing, and hot blood spewed out of Sir Albert's throat, sprinkled on his body and splashed on his face. Sir Albert's head was crooked and his voice was silent.

I didn't expect that the only failure of "Jas. Baisheng" lost his life. However, before Luther Black Thorn drew his sword to fight back, the shadow suddenly disappeared. The candle in the room suddenly lit up again, as if nothing had happened. But the still warm body in front of Luther told him that it was not his hallucination or his delusion. He squatted down, took off his gloves and felt Sir Albert's blood-stained neck to probe his wound.

Suddenly, the open door interrupted his thinking. The deputy head of the regiment is dead. He said without raising his head, "He died in murder."

"You killed him?" The tone behind him sounds extremely angry.

"It's not me."

The man quickly came to him and put his left hand on his shoulder. "Who is that?" Where's the murderer?"

Luther Black Thorn was fed up with the guards' rude interrogation. He stood up, suddenly turned around and roared at the other party, "Don't you have eyes? The murderer has run away!"

The other party is not a guard, but the returned Sir Ipahui Kay. He was bathed in blood and covered with rotten smell, as if he had just climbed out of the pile of corpses. His legs were floating, as if he were out of strength. But he still held Luther's shoulder tightly. Run? Where to go? The guard didn't see anything, and outside..." Sir Kay snorted coldly, "There is a smooth stone wall outside the window. Can the murderer fly?"

"Pay attention to your tone!" Luther slapped him and said, "As I said, the murderer is not me!"

"Who is that?"

"It's a shadow." He shouted loudly.

"Sister Shadow?" Sir Kay's pupils narrowed in an instant, and he went straight to Sir Albert's body and examined his wound carefully. But the wound showed no sign of ghost fire, only the wound belonged to the blade. He did not die from the nun's weapon. Sir Kay stared at the sword in Luther's hand. Instead, he died of the steel blade.

"Daw! I didn't kill him!" Luther Black Thorn shouted angrily, "Why should I kill him!"

"You have to ask yourself. There are only two of you in the room, no one else.

"There is another shadow! Red eyes, hazy and twisted shadow! A shadow with a sharp sword! I swear, I saw it with my own eyes." He shouted, "I swear in the name of the gods above heaven that I did not do it with the reputation of the Black Thorn family!"

Sir Kay hesitated, but still failed to impress him. Luther also knew that the honor of their family was only money and power, as well as the secret sword poison. But he didn't give up. "The deputy leader talked to me tonight. He said, let me manage those ruffians... That's all... Then a shadow came in, and then the candle went out..."

"The candle is out?" Sir Kay narrowed his eyes.

"No, no, this is magic..."

"Shadow, candle." Sir Kay approached him, "As far as I know, Sister Shadow has no habit of extinguishing and lighting candles."

"Fate! Can you listen to me?" He raised his right hand and slapped the table, but he forgot that he was holding a long sword in his hand, and his behavior was regarded as resistance.

Sir Kay raised his sword and attacked him, and he dodged awkwardly. What are you doing? Stop it!"

Sir Kay did not hesitate, and the two soldiers guarding the door also joined in.

"I told you, it's not me!"

"If it weren't for you, you should drop your sword and get it."

This is impossible. Then he will only be imprisoned and awaiting trial. His father can save him, but his murder must not be cleared. Because he can't clear his grievances without a third party present, he will be charged with murdering his boss all his life. At that time, not to mention anyone else, even his father may no longer trust him.

"This is impossible!" He shouted and began to fight back.

The wounded Jazz and two soldiers could not pose a threat to him. He dodged Sir Kay's oblique sword, easily knocked down his sword and knocked him to the ground. Then he quickly got to know the two soldiers.

"The murderer." That's what the Jazz said when he fell to the ground.

"I didn't do it." He pointed his sword at Jazz's chest, but he was silent for a long time and finally removed the blade. If I kill you again, it will be more true to my guilt. You can expose it and testify that I killed Sir Albert. But the final facts will prove that it's not me. He put away his sword and turned away from the commanding tower. When he left, he couldn't help thinking about how similar all this was to the night of the banquet. However, no one stood up to save him this time.

The streets are as chaotic as the Knights, full of hurried soldiers and panicked citizens. They kept talking and guessing what had happened, looking in the direction of the lower city from time to time. And he wandered in the street like a ghost and didn't know where to go.

He walked down the street aimlessly. After a while, he found himself in a circle in place, and the surrounding citizens were pointing at him, hiding far away for fear of avoiding it. He lowered his head and was shocked to find that his whole body was full of blood. There are both Sir Albert's and the two soldiers. He laughed miserably, ran into the shadows like a mouse, and staggered home to the secluded alleys.

He didn't know how to speak to his father. Will he believe his words? He can't confirm. Although what he said was so righteous and awe-inspiring and resolute. But Luther Black Thorn knew that he was like the guard of the alchemist. If no one defended him, he would only face prison. No one will believe the absurd side. He will change from a glorious white rose knight to a prisoner and a lying liar.

He pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly and looked up at the burning sky. Suddenly, the afterglow of the corners of his eyes was found in a not far corner, and the shadow appeared again. Only this time, the street lights made the other party's body particularly clear. In addition to his impressive eyes, he also saw the other party's extremely clear orange-red body. His feet stepped on the bluestone slab without any sound.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He asked very calmly.

However, the other party did not respond, after all, as silent as before.

But he didn't expect any answer from the other party. He looked at the long sword in his hand and knew that it could not hurt the other party at all, so he simply threw it aside. Come on." He laughed miserably and said, "But can you tell me who you are? Even if it is to realize the dying wish of the dying."

When the shadow stabbed the dark dagger into his chest, he heard a illusory cold voice saying his strange name - "Joseph Holland. Come for revenge."