The time came to the second half of the night, and the location was in the Lord's Mansion. The joy of the banquet had already made most of the guests feel satisfied, and the same degree of fatigue made the master and servant here just want to go to bed and rest. In the huge city lord's mansion, only a few guards on duty were still active. They either leaned against the wall to rest, or were careful to patrol on the thick carpet. The elves had sharp ears and were sharp, and their tempers were not good.

The thunder did not wake Borge, the hot flashes of the wind. The quasi-lord of Baima Town felt a little restless and woke up after sleeping for less than three hours. The thunder flashed, and he touched the dagger under the pillow, and the cold metal made him feel relieved. A smell of mixed alcohol, fragrance of flowers and sweat drifted over, and was captured by his keen sense of smell. There was no bloody smell, which was good; a damp fishy smell, which was not good.

The woman next to him was a maid. Maybe she was married, maybe she had never touched a man, and Borge was neither clear nor concerned. He left the bed, found a towel next to the basin, wiped his body, then opened the wardrobe, and began to change his clothes. Whenever he was restless, something bad would happen, and only armor and weapons could calm him down. That night, he was destined to be unable to fall asleep in the bed, maybe sitting in a chair with a long sword and a helmet, fully armed, and he could still sniff.

Borge has a steel armor with a red dragon head painted on it. Legend has it that this armor comes from the legendary dragon knight Kandos, which helped its owner resist the devil's flames, survived the siege and achieved great achievements. This is what the merchant who sold the armor said, Borge did not confirm whether it was true--mainly, it could not confirm that the merchant did not even receive the money to sell the armor before he died. How could he provide him with more information?

Only after wearing breastplate, long sword, and even having to buckle a helmet indoors did Borge feel safe. He came to the window, hid beside the curtains, and looked out secretly. There was only heavy rain outside. The entire White Horse Town was turned down by a basin of water, and the house had long lost its original outline. Only when the thunder descended, Borge could tell the appearance of the streets and the guards, and at the same time he saw two people stumble towards the lord's mansion.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened it suddenly. The two villagers were still there, and they were not hallucinations. Being able to come to the lord like this instead of going to the sheriff, means that something big happened in the town is likely to be a serious problem that Lanli cannot solve. He believed in Lanli's work ability, and even more so that she could fight. He repeatedly told that it is very important to have today and tomorrow and will not make any mistakes. But...

When Borge thought of the Golden Dog Caravan who was still locked in the Sheriff's Dungeon, he immediately knew where his uneasiness came from. Without further ado, he pushed open the door and walked downstairs with his sword in his hand.

"Lord Lord?" The voice came from the blind spot of the view at the corner of the stairs. The person who walked out of the shadow took off his hood and exposed the white-pupil human face to the light. "Sir, why are you getting up? Is there anything to tell me?"

"Shadow Man, go find Lan Li to ensure the safety of the sacrifice." Borge said: "Tomorrow, 15 people will be hanged, don't forget this number."

"Yes, Lord Lord, I will make sure to finish it."

Borge believed that the "shadow man" would share his worries, so after giving the order, he stopped caring about him and walked straight to the gate of the lord's mansion. It has to be said that the building is made of solid materials and has good sound insulation. The noise outside the door sounded just a slight chatter inside the door.

When he opened the door, Fengyu took advantage of the time to get in. They were such an annoying guy. Borge frowned slightly, walked out and closed the door. Above his head was a balcony on the second floor, but the wind and rain were too heavy, and the effect of shading was not obvious.

"What's the matter? I'm clamoring here." Borge looked down at the steps with the waterproof lantern hanging at the door. The two townspeople kneeling on the ground were completely soaked in water, their sticks were thrown in the distance, and they were trembling helplessly.

"Lord Lord, there is a murderous massacre." A town citizen said, "There is a dwarf who came from somewhere and killed all the sheriffs. He was about to come here! Lord Lord, please save us!"

"Sheriff...you see Lanley dead?"

"That's it." Another town citizen added: "The dwarf killed a place in the south entrance of the town, at least ten. Then he fought with Sheriff Lanley, who were like two rotating...spinning wheels. The dwarf finally grabbed Sheriff Lanley's head and wiped her neck against the axe. The Sheriff fell down..."

"Yes! The dwarf was sucking blood from the sheriff's neck and carrying her body, saying that he wanted to eat meat. This is terrible! Lord Lord, he is coming, you can hide first!"

"Silly peasants, scare people with ghost stories. Get out of the way!" Borge said: "You could have received a bounty of five gold coins, but if you add fuel to the fire, you can only get one. Get out of here! Take out a gold coins and get out of them. Guards, go and call my lord guards, and a colleague is coming."

The peer refers to robbers, liars and bandits. They are nominally called wandering knights, but they are not romantic at all, they are just wandering. Most of the time they are still blind, so they are also called blind wandering. Such peers could have been recruited as subordinates in the past, but now - to be precise, they will tomorrow - are lords, and they must firmly suppress such people.

"Lanli was defeated." Borge knew that the enemy's combat power should not be underestimated, and the two townsmen said it very clearly that the other party was a dwarf. This kind of information must not be ignored, nor can it be listened to. The weather is so bad that if someone hides and shoots arrows, it is expected that these townsmen may not be able to discover it.

Call the guards, bring all the troops, and show the strongest combat power. You must not let the blind flow disturb the elf governor. She is sleeping soundly, and she doesn't like being affected by people's sleep. It is said that it will affect hair quality.

He brought a helmet, hid his face in the shadow, then took out a pair of gloves and put them on. The servant brought a rainproof cloak and was pushed away by him. This thing would only get heavier and he would affect his vision. "Go and prepare the horse, fight saddle, and feed it some exciting and blood-energizing food." Borge instructed, and then waited for the guards at the door.

The so-called Guards are the real wandering knights in this gang of robbers. There are six of them in total, and they have received complete knight training, but they have not obtained the title of knight for various reasons, or have lost their land as knights and cannot support themselves. These people are the most loyal and know the importance of a piece of territory, and they will also be the bravest in the battle.

The guards were ready to take time, so Borge took this time to think carefully. He ordered the servants to prepare more weapons, bring the shields and rifles of the local lord, and hung them all on the back of the horse. Alchemy potion bottles, potions with magical effects, if they were not used, they would be waiting to be given to the enemy. "Tie those three dwarves, yes, they are the prisoners I caught. Put them in their mouths and put them in handcuffs and chains, and I think they will come in handy."

Only four of the six guards came, and the remaining two were too drunk. The only combat power left now is to spit on the enemy. There are three of the four knights hanging a dwarf hostage behind the horse, and the remaining one is Borge's cavalry, which can form a charge fan and is powerful enough.

At this time, a stumbled man ran over from the direction of the town. Even though he fell heavily at the gate, it did not stop him from trying to get up and rush forward bravely. Without waiting for the guard and servant to intercept him, the man took the initiative and consciously threw away the crutch in his hand and rushed over. He raised his head and Borge was happy. Isn't this one of the two who just used a gold coin to beat him? No wonder he was so skillful in throwing crutch.

"Lord, Lord Lord, this time I'm telling the truth, without adding fuel to the fire." The man said quickly, anxiously as if he was about to swallow his tongue. "The dwarf came, he moved a stool and sat in the middle of a crossroads. He...he..."

"Don't stammer, just say it well, I can give you ten gold coins this time."

"Ten..." The man swallowed hard, then stammered his neck and said, "The dwarf asked me to pass on a message saying that he hoped to fight you with a single knight to decide the ownership of White Horse Town. He said that this was the land where the dwarfs lived for generations, but it was stolen by humans. He said that he was the dwarf prince..."

"Did you say something else?" Borge asked with a smile.

The man shook his head and reached out to meet ten gold coins. However, he was shocked when he saw the lord's hand reaching towards the hilt of the sword instead of his waist bag. He tried to reach out to block the blade, but he just threw away his fingers and life.

Borge wiped the blood of the sword blade on the corpse and said to the four guards: "Did you hear that? I'm here to grab the territory. There is only one dwarf sitting there, and there must be ambush. Be careful, be alert, and pay attention to protection. The weather is not good, so you can't charge with all your might, but passing half a speed is enough to stab him to death."

"Will there be pits on the ground?" asked a knight.

"It's likely there will be, and then disguised as a puddle." Borge said: "Doma, your riding skills and eyes are the best, you take the lead, we follow the ride, and we'll cross him left and right, tear it in half."

"I understand." A guard knight lowered his guard face and hit his chest with his fist, saying, "I will take the lead in charge."

"We'll follow closely," said the other knights.

At this time, Dargon was in the middle of the street, with a large box almost half a person tall under his butt. He was shaking his legs while eating and waiting for Borge. The pork sausage here was quite delicious, with garlic added flavor, and the fat and thin combination was just right. Eating something could help him quickly recover his energy, but eating too much was not good.
Chapter completed!