The Duke of Normandy fell to the ground with a muffled groan. Everyone was shocked. They quickly drew their swords and rushed up to surround the Duke. However, they saw branches shaking on the hills, and hundreds of ambushers seemed to be faintly present. However, these ambushers did not take advantage of the situation to kill them. When everyone reacted, Osor had already retreated far away.

"Mr. Osor, you shot the target's heart. Didn't you shoot him to death? The employer said that if you shoot to death, you won't get the remaining money!"

"No matter how I am, I am the second-ranked archer in Britain." Osol snorted, "Don't worry, just go with me and get the remaining commission."

Looking at the Duke again, the arrow was inserted into the heart, and blood was overflowing. The Duke himself opened his eyes widened in horror. He did not dare to pull out the arrow, for fear that the barb of the arrow would expand the wound. The blood was flowing more and more, and the severe pain and the fear of death wrapped the Duke's whole body, making him lose all his strength. Everyone hurriedly moved him back to the carriage, some of whom chased towards Osor, while others protected the carriage and rushed back to the Duke's territory.

Amy wanted to chase the archer, but was stopped by Ella.

"The other party's target is not us." Ella whispered, "Our current identity is a businessman from another place. If the duke falls, we should run back. If we chase after him, our identity will be easily exposed."

Amy had to stop. She looked in the direction where the arrow was shooting, and there were only trees and rocks left on the hill.

That afternoon, the Duke of Normandy was sent back to his castle by a carriage. When Ella and others returned on foot, it was already evening.

The castle was gloomy and a few sobs came faintly. A bunch of people were guarding the door of the Duke's bedroom. The Duke's son was anxiously circling back and forth in the same place, while the Duchess's sleeves were wet with tears.

"How is the Duke?" Ella asked a court official in a low voice.

"I'm already in a coma. I'm now being rescued by a court doctor."

So Ella pulled the Duke's son outwards.

"Duke has any enemies?" Ella asked, "Today, the attack was prepared. The other party arranged piles of rocks in advance, obviously knowing our actions. In the court officials, there may be spies who have bribed them by enemies."

The huge change has made the Duke's son lose his ability to think. Facing Ella's question, he just shook his head blankly: "I don't know. I can't think of anything."

While speaking, the bedroom door opened with a creaking sound. The duke's son hurried back, but saw an elderly doctor coming out of the inside and carefully brought the bedroom door.

"This arrow should not have directly stabbed the center, so the Duke has survived to this point," he said. "But unfortunately, the arrow is very close to the heart. I can only cut the shaft exposed outside, and the arrow is still buried in the flesh and cannot be taken out. This is very dangerous. If the Duke coughs a few times, the arrow may cut the important blood vessels around it under the driving force."

"Doctor, please be sure to save my husband!"

The duke's wife pounced on her with tears in her eyes. But the old doctor shook her head helplessly: "That's the heart. If you forcefully pull out the arrow, you will hurt important blood vessels if you are not careful. Even if you take it out successfully, I can't do anti-inflammatory work in this position. The wound is extremely prone to infection. I am powerless. You should ask for a good man."

With a "brush", the duke's son angrily pulled out his sword and put it on the old doctor's neck: "Do you save it or not?"

The old doctor trembled all over and fell to his knees on the ground.

"I'm old and my eyes are blurred." He begged, "Do you want to hand over your father's life and death to an old man like me?"

"waste!"

The duke's son angrily threw the sword to the ground.

"The last time anorexia was not cured, but this time the trauma was not cured! Are you still a court doctor like this? Get out of here!"

The old doctor ran away, but the duke's wife's legs became weak, she sat on the ground and covered her face and cried loudly: "I just got a strange disease not long ago, but now it's like this... Oh my God, have we done something that is harmful to the world? Do we have to kill him?"

"A heart surgery?"

Ira glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the Aztlan priest and witch doctor who was standing behind Amy, thinking about something.

A guard ran in from outside.

"Report! Someone outside said he wanted to see the Duke!"

"Didn't you see we're busy?" The duke's son glared at the guard, "No! No one will come!"

"That man said he had a way to save the Duke's life!"

The duke's son was stunned for a moment and signaled the guards to put the person in.

The visitor covered his face with a black cloak with a hat. It turned out to be the guest who was driven away by the Duke that day.

"I heard that the duke was injured." The man spoke and asked sarcastically, "Is he still alive?"

"Is it you?" The Duke's son took a step forward angrily and drank, "What are you doing now? My father said that he will not see you again!"

"It's true that I'm still alive. That's easy to do." The man smiled. "Have you forgotten? I have that 'pharmacist' here. Drink it, you can do any surgery as much as possible without fearing that the Duke will die. Why don't you want it?"

"A potion that can do whatever surgery is enough and not be afraid of death?"

Ella suddenly thought of the potion with super recovery ability mentioned by Hestein. She winked at Amy beside her, Amy nodded, and retreated from the room.

The Duke's son had already angrily recognized the sword and pointed it at the man:

"How do you know your father so clearly? It's the father you found someone to attack, right?"

"Oh?" the man replied lightly, "Do you have any evidence?"

The duke's son directly put the sword on the man's neck and stared at him: "Do you think there is no evidence, so I dare not kill you?"

"Of course you don't dare. If you kill me, you won't be able to find that bottle of potion."

"Card him! Severely question him!"

"I'm afraid not. If I don't go back on time, my partner will destroy the only bottle of potion. And-"

The man smiled and took out a string of hanging ornaments from his clothes, lit up in front of everyone.

"I'm carrying this, are you sure you want to torture me?"

The duke's son had no choice but to take back the sword.

"What do you want us to do?" he asked.

"It's very simple. Just write a letter and let the thieves rob the cargo ships coming and going."

"Robbers? Are you talking about the gang of pirates supported by the former Baron of Euro?"

The man shook his head: "Don't say these in front of me. Who supported those thieves? You, me, and the adults behind me, are all clear."

"They have been wiped out by the Pirate King of the Pirate Kingdom."

"I know, but this doesn't prevent you from writing another letter, right?" the man said slowly. "Don't worry, we will keep this letter properly. As long as Normandy can support us, there will be no day when the world sees it."

"You want to use this letter as a handle to threaten us?" the Duke's son glared at him, "Do you think I'll write it well?"
Chapter completed!