Simon looked at the two minions who were tied tightly. The minion who had injured his lower body seemed to have lost his soul, his face pale, kneeling on the ground and trembling, his purple lips constantly twitching. The other minion who was just an arrow pierced his arm looked in good spirits and could even beg for mercy from the bailiff.

"First, sir, I'm just an innocent person who happened to pass by. You caught the wrong person!" The black turban minion with broken arrows in his arms begged for mercy to the guards.

"Oh, so you mean something wrong with my eyes, right?" A big-bellied guard said, kicking the poor guy hard on the wounded arm, followed by a sad scream.

"Don't hurt him too hard, I have something to ask him." Simon patted the guards on the back. The bailiff cursed the minion and retreated to the side of the road.

"Do you know who I am?" Simon kicked the black turban minion. The minion slowly raised his eyes and looked at Simon.

"I don't know, Lord." The minion was exhausted and shook his head gently, as if he didn't want to say a word.

"I told you when you surrounded me that it was Lord Simon's horse." Little Crine spat on the minion's face, but the minion just covered his wound silently and was not moved.

"So you are pretending to be stupid. Do you know what your actions will bring to you?" Simon took a step forward and stared at the young minion's eyes.

This was a pair of blood-covered, exhausted, dull, and empty blue eyes with endless despair. His lips, which were as dry as dry as the land, did not move at all.

"Very good, it seems you know," Simon saw the minion and finally nodded with difficulty, clapped his hands, "Do you want to die on the gallows like a dead dog, or do you explain everything to avoid your death?"

Hearing this, a light flashed in the minion's eyes. But soon, he shook his head mockingly, lowered his head again, even though the strong smell of feces on the ground kept drilling into his nose.

"What? You can't believe in the kind Master Simon?" Little Crine noticed the change in expression of the black turban minion, raised his chin with a short axe and questioned.

"You nobles, have you talked about integrity?" The black turban minion glared at Simon, as if he remembered a past event.

"Ha, if you don't believe me, then you really don't have the chance to survive. Without you, I can wait for him to recover for a while before asking him." Following the direction of Simon's finger, the black-packed turban minion glanced at the gray-clothed minion kneeling beside him and swallowed.

"Jona..." The black turban minion murmured quietly, and his eyes reappeared in his desire for life, "I can't die yet...at least I can't die now!"

"Since you don't say it, there is no use anymore." Simon sneered and looked at the bailiff. The bailiff naturally understood what Simon meant and walked forward slowly.

"Master, I, I say, I say it all!" The black-packed turban yelled suddenly as the two bailiffs raised his arms and were about to drag him to the dungeon.

………

As night fell, a hustle and bustle tavern on the west side of the town was wearing a simple torn linen and a hooded tall man wearing a crooked mouth was drinking with another thick-nose minion.

"Bryan, let's leave after drinking. We can't stay here for a long time." The tall and crooked man was drinking wine while looking vigilantly at the bustling and chatting around him. In order to cover up, he put his rough leather armor in his underwear, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Sander is such a fool, he was castrated by a little brat! Unfortunately, I didn't see it on the spot, so I deserve it hahaha." This thick-nosed minion named Brian drank a big sip of wine, and shook his head with a smile.

"Did you forget that the last time you robbed the carriage, he helped you block an arrow with a shield?" The man with a crooked mouth smacked his mouth and ate a bite of cooked rabbit meat.

"Ha, I didn't ask him to save me at that time. He's a scumbag anyway, so I won't have to pay him back," Brian, a thick nose, raised his arm and blew his nose on his sleeve, "Where is Cowan?"

"That kid was penetrated through his arm with an arrow and was arrested by the bailiff. Maybe he would be hanged in a few days." The corner of the crooked man's mouth twitched, savoring the bitter ale in his mouth.

"What a pity, that boy is not bad. I remember he seems to have a young wife, and now he is going to become a widow." Bryan shrugged.

"Let's go. Remember to bring those two unlucky things with us, now it's ours." The crooked-mouthed man spitted his bones under the table, wiped his lips that were still connected to his saliva, and stood up.

"Boss, how can I leave?" The minion finished drinking the wine, picked up a big cloth bag, and put it in the ear of the crooked man and whispered, "Now the bailiffs in the city are chasing a crooked man with a thick tone, and very tall and strong man, at least they can't walk at the city gate."

"Who said I was going to go to the city gate? We can also take a sea boat to England." The crooked man smiled slightly, pulled his hood down a little, walked through the smelly drinker, and walked out of the tavern.

"Come on, be careful." The crooked man's dark eyes glanced at everyone on the street like a nightingale. Now it was the time when the bell was closed, and many vendors and late-returned citizens were holding torches and walking towards their respective residences.

They came to the pier safely and peacefully. At this time, the market in front of the pier was empty and very quiet. Only the bathhouse not far away was shining with light and the hustle and bustle of men and women.

"Which one, which one...ahha, here!" The crooked-mouthed man stopped in front of a mottled wooden boat, waved to the thick nose Brian behind, and walked up from the thick wooden board connecting the deck.

"Who is it!"

I saw a sharp spear with a cold light under the faint moonlight, pressing against the throat of the crooked man. As long as the spear struck a little, the crooked man would leave the world.

"Don't be excited! We're going to England, two." The crooked man swallowed and looked at the figure shrouded in the darkness.

"What's the smuggling? Double the price, sixteen copper coins." An old but powerful voice came from the darkness, with an unquestionable tone.

"It's too expensive, it's a little cheaper, how about twelve copper coins..." The crooked man felt aching. If he hadn't had to escape by sea now, he wouldn't have paid the expensive ship fare and the sloppy smugglers to squeeze into a small cabin with turbid air.

"Ha! What qualifications do you have to bargain?" The figure in the dark seemed to hear a huge joke, interrupting the crooked man and asking.

"What a hell." The crooked man was full of anger. If this guy hadn't put his spear in front of him, he would have pulled out the Germanic sword at his waist to teach this arrogant guy in the black shadow.

"In this way, if you can send us two to England at the price of twelve copper coins, you can find a difficult thing in the future to solve it with our Red Skull Mercenary Team." The crooked man had no choice but to give in.

"Oh? The infamous Red Skull Mercenary Squad? If I remember correctly, you are only a few of you?" The voice from the darkness was joking, "Now, I'm dressed like this, and ran to my boat in a hurry to England. I think I'm wanted by the whole town?"

"No, I just have to go to England if I encounter an urgent matter." The crooked man pretended to be calm.

"Needless to say, although I have been on the boat these days, my news is quite well-informed," the voice in the dark paused, as if thinking about something, "I am not a good person either. I am a good silver coin for a good one. I will send you to England at a price, otherwise I will go back to the town and wait to be caught and sent to the gallows!"

"You..." The crooked man pointed at the figure in the dark along the handle of the spear, unable to speak for a long time.

"Swoosh!"

As the sound of bows and arrows flying in at high speed through the air, the thick nose Bryan, who was waiting on the side of the boat, let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground.

Two arrows were inserted on the deck, making a crisp sound. An arrow penetrated deeply into the shoulders of the crooked man. The powerful kinetic energy and pain made him take a few steps back and sit on the deck.

"You, a slow-moving bitch, are just taking it upon yourself. You deserve it!" The sound from the darkness was extremely angry, followed by a burst of rapid steps towards the bow of the ship. With the sound of the cabin door, there was no sound.

"Brian, Brian!? Damn!" The crooked man covering his shoulders screamed for a few times without a response, and he staggered up and wanted to jump into the sea from the edge of the deck.

"ah!"

Another arrow flew into the crooked man's leg. Now he fell to the ground and couldn't stand up.
Chapter completed!