When Brian woke up, the first thing that caught his eyes was the off-white ceiling.

The sunlight shining outside the window was a little dazzling. He closed his eyes a little and opened it again, but the scene in front of him still did not change.

It was not a dream, he thought, I... was still 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 shouting, "He is awake, go and inform His Highness."

Your Highness? Brian felt like a ball of paste was stuffed in his mind, and his thinking was much slower than usual. By the way, how did he faint? It seemed that he was pierced by a poisonous snake and was about to die soon. At the last moment, a ghost-like 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 man brought a basin of water to help him clean his face. Brian obviously had never experienced such a thorough and close service, and with the young maids around him, he felt a little helpless.

Fortunately, the cramping situation did not last long, and when the fourth prince walked into the room, everyone bent down.

Brian felt a sense of heat surging in his heart. He had too many words to ask, but he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say first. Instead, Roland nodded and said, "I already know your deeds. Brian, you are a well-deserved hero."

As soon as the word "hero" was expressed, Brian suddenly felt his eyes sore and his voice was choked, "No... Your Highness, my friend is the real one..."

Roland patted his shoulder to show comfort.

Just as Nightingale predicted, after the fierce scar was dragged to the torture room, he explained everything he knew before the warden could pour beans into a bamboo tube.

The mastermind behind this team was not his brother and sister, but the Elk family of Changge Fortress. Elk Earl contacted Hills Med, a distant relative, who was the Scar, and controlled most of the patrol members through inducement and division. In addition, he also sent a good player to replace him as insurance to prevent accidents during the operation. The purpose of these people was not to assassinate themselves, but to burn pure food so that they could go back to the fortress.

The conspiracy caused the death of an innocent man - Greyhound. He tried to stop the criminal attempt of the Scar and his group, and was stabbed to death by a patrol team with a dagger. The team member replaced by the poisonous snake was unknown. Perhaps he found that the castle had not caught fire in the morning. Scar did not come back on time and realized that the plan was exposed and fled directly.

After Brian's mood stabilized, Roland said, "Your friend Greyhound, he will get a funeral that suits him. His family will be properly placed and no longer have to worry about food in the future."

"Thank you, Your Highness," Brian took a deep breath, "May I ask, "Is he dead too?"

“Already alive.”

The patrol captain closed his eyes in pain. He would rather not be rescued than drag the other party to hell. But this hope has become slim... There is no doubt that the evil scal is guilty, but the sin committed by the noble can be redeemed with money. As long as his uncle is willing to protect him, the evil scal will have a high probability of not being dead. Even the prison will not be allowed to enter.

Roland could naturally guess what he thought, "Hills Med, that is, the scar in your mouth. He is a member of the Elk Family of Changge Fortress. The one in charge of the family is Rockkin Med, the earl who confers Duke Ryan, and his distant uncle..." He paused for a moment, "But none of these will affect the final verdict. Scar has been sentenced to hang and will be executed in three days. If your body can recover, you might as well go and have a look."

Brian stared widened his eyes, "But... But your Highness, the nobles can atone for the sins with the golden dragon. You will not anger you do this-"

Roland waved his hand and signaled him to be calm, "Noble? Maybe for you, he was born in a family of elks and his status was different from you. But in fact, he had neither title nor fiefdom, so he was not considered a noble at all. Second, even if he was a noble, invaded the prince's palace, tried to burn and preserve grain, regardless of the life and death of more than 2,000 people in the border town, these three evil deeds were unforgivable."

If Tyre's death Roland was a little hesitant, the Scar belonged to the category that was completely unforgivable. If he succeeded, his foundation in the Border Town would be destroyed and he would never have a chance to turn around again. This was much more hateful than assassinating himself directly.

As for whether this reaction will anger Changge Fortress, who cares? Since the other party is unwilling to do business with him and chooses to take ruthless measures to harm the Border Town, of course he cannot give in. This incident also gave Roland a warning - the political struggles in this world are not as well-known as he used to, and are mostly concentrated under the table to compete, but are more inclined to turn over the table, which is much more primitive and bloody.

"Get a good rest. If you lose too much blood, don't leave the castle. I have arranged for others to perform the patrol work. When the Demon Month is over, I will hold a canonization ceremony for you."

"Your Highness," Brian looked at the prince in disbelief at the last sentence, "You mean..."

"Yes, you will be my knight, Mr. Brian," Roland replied with a smile.

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"Prepare—sting!"

Vannah gritted his teeth and stabbed the long wooden pole in his hand, using the same force as last time and the angle was roughly the same.

The 100th shot he stabbed this time.

The numbness of his arms came from Vannah, and he felt that he could not hold on. Although he thought so at the fiftieth shot, the conditioned reflexes he had trained for a week still made him obey the order. To be honest, even he was surprised to be able to hold on until now.

"All - rest!"

After the Iron Axe shouted the order, a sound of exhalation suddenly came from around him. Vannah breathed a sigh of relief, put down the gun, and sat straight on the ground.

Until now, he finally realized that his militia was not the weak force responsible for running errands for the guards or knights. After a week of weird training, their practices gradually became decent. For example, now, standing on the city wall, stabbing and retrieving the spears according to the hunter's command - although these spears were replaced by wooden poles, Vannah could quickly think of the role he was taking.
Chapter completed!