Chapter 45: Owe others

The streets of Han Ruowei were empty late at night. There were no passers-by except for the wild dogs and wild cats that occasionally ran by. The sign of the Red Dragon Hotel next to the narrow road creaked in the wind. Suddenly, the wooden door of the hotel was opened. The candlelight in the hotel was emitted. The noise and the sound of clinking cups were poured out at this opportunity, making the quiet street suddenly lively. Three drunk nobles walked out from it, and then closed the wooden door. The street immediately returned to the deserted world.

"Haha, my friend, thank you for your warm hospitality." One of the nobles held his friend's hand and spoke drunk. They were holding each other's hands, probably because they felt that they were very close to home, so they did not bring their own entourage, but had a sword hanging around their waists. They were just wearing ordinary noble wool jackets and fur cloaks to cover up the wet cold wind at night.

The group of them was making loud noises, with the noise and excitement after drinking. From their constant words seemed to be surrounded by words such as Duke, Schwab, and Count Stedetin, and from time to time they would laugh at the Earl of Stedetin in their mouths.

"Although Philip did not complete the task assigned by the Duchess this time, he also severely hit the arrogance of Count Stedetin. When we left calmly, the poor Count's face changed. He should now understand that the Duke is always on our side." It turned out that these were the three knights under the Duchess. They were celebrating today's battle against Schwab. Although they did not take Schwab's head, they also showed the courage of the Duchess's knights, and the Duke finally chose his own family. It can be imagined that Count Stedetin was greatly saved, which would give the Duchess a sigh of anger.

The knights who were ramming and stumbled all the way to the inner city and slowly walked along the narrow streets to the road home as they remembered, but today they were destined to not be able to return to their destination. Several sword-holding people came out of the dark corners, standing in the middle of the road blocking the knights' way.

"Who are you?" Philip came to his senses first. He realized something was wrong and quickly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword around his waist, and his friends also lined up tacitly.

"Don't you need to know?" The leader did not cover his face like a despicable assassin. It was the face of a weathered middle-aged man. He replied coldly, then pulled out a long sword and a short sword from his waist.

"Damn it, forget it, I have to ask your corpses. Don't you know who you are going to deal with?" Philip tried hard to stir the other party's emotions with words, but disappointed him. The opponent in front of him was very calm and did not get confused because of his provocation. He just used the weapon in his hand to target Philip and his friends.

"Dingdang~~~~." Philip strictly followed the sword technique and used the T-step to step forward to tentatively stab the opponent in the lead, but was blocked by the opponent's agility. The swords of both sides continued to collide from above and below. The long sword and the short sword were like magic in the opponent's hands, constantly stabbing Philip's throat, chest, lower abdomen and other positions. The changing sword light made Philip sweat. He didn't know when Han Ruowei had such powerful swordsmen.

"Ah~~~." Philip was forced back step by step by step by step by step by step. He heard his friend's screams. He looked at the place where his friend was fighting. One of his companions was hit by a sword in the chest and the other one in the throat. They each covered their wounds, one lay on the ground and no one knew how to live or die, and the other was gasping against the cold wall.

"Oh~~~." Philip, who saw his friend being killed, stabbed into the other party in a hurry, but it was actually just a trap for the experienced swordsman. The opponent swayed his sword and stabbed Philip's abdomen with a short sword. The sharp short sword pierced into the muscles of the abdomen and pierced Philip's internal organs. Philip felt a cramp in his stomach. He hummed and threw down his sword, and then slowly knelt down and lost the power of resistance.

"Take mercy and let my friend go." Philip's friend tried hard to make a sound, trying to save his friend's life, but the assassins did not care about his begging for mercy at all.

"Who are you? Why do you do this?" Philip's mouth was bleeding, and he was trying to learn the truth.

"Go and ask God!" The experienced swordsman picked up the sword, aimed at Philip's neck, and then slashed it down. With a puff, Philip's head slashed down neatly, and a headless corpse fell to the ground.

Han Ruowei's muddy and narrow streets quickly returned to seclusion, but there were three headless bodies on the road. No one knew what happened, but maybe someone saw it, but in this dangerous era, people always chose to protect themselves, and would rather all this be just a dream that didn't care about themselves.

"Sir, your three knights were killed on the streets of Hanruowei last night." The next morning, Duke Hanruowei received the news. He was shocked and immediately thought about whether it was Schwab who sent someone to do it, so he quickly summoned his eldest son Devire.

"No, father, my men have been watching over the Earl of Stocking, and no one has left the house." Deviere replied to Duke Hanrowe.

"It's really strange. Who killed Philip and others? It's so damn it." The Duke frowned and was puzzled. Could it be Philip's personal enemy, but how could he die so by chance after they attacked Schwab?

"What should I do? Mother will get this news soon, and she will be very angry." Devire said worriedly. As soon as his words fell, the duchess's rapid footsteps came from outside the hall.

"God, look at what my husband is doing? My follower Knight was brutally killed in my own castle, but my husband was helpless, coward, bah." The Duchess's hair was messy, and her face was covered with tears. She was wearing a black dress, as if she was attending someone's funeral, and her expression was as crazy as a devil.

"Calm down, my dear, we are still investigating who the murderer is." The Duke tried to comfort his wife, but it made the Duchess even more angry.

"Does this still need to be checked? Isn't it the Schwab who should go to hell? Who else can be guessed except him, even a lowly butcher."

"But mother, we sent people to stare at Earl Stettin and his party all night, and none of them left."

"Shut up, you are also a coward." After the Duchess finished scolding, she turned around and left in anger, leaving only the awkward father and son.

At this time, in Schwab's residence, several prince Masimirk's personal knights arrived with three wooden baskets, among which the middle-aged knight had a long sword and a short sword on his waist. They stood in front of the inexplicable Schwab, and the basket was placed on the wooden table.

"We have brought you a gift on the order of Prince Masimilk."

"Gift? That's it?" Schwab sat on the wooden chair and looked at the fishy baskets in front of him curiously. What was there? The guards beside Schwab were also curiously thinking.

"Yes, please see." The middle-aged knight uncovered the linen on the wooden basket. Schwab saw three fresh heads inside, and there was a blood clot that had just solidified on their necks.

"What does this mean?" Schwab asked with a frown.

"This is the three knights who offended you yesterday, their heads." The knights personally grabbed the hair of the heads and took it up for Schwab to watch. Schwab saw that it was indeed the knight named Philip yesterday, who was arrogant and arrogant, but he did not expect that it would become like this at this time.

"Did the prince do it for me?" Schwab sighed, as if he owed the prince a favor.

"That's right."

"Why?"

"In order to repay your warm hospitality during your journey, the prince also hopes to be your friend." said calmly.

"Okay, please tell Your Highness the Prince that I owe him a favor, and Stocking County welcomes His Highness the Prince as a guest at any time." Schwab stood up and saw him as accustomed to fighting on the battlefield, of course he would not be afraid of these dead heads. Prince Masimilk also used these bloody heads to seek fairness for himself. As for Schwab, Duke of Hanruowei, was really disappointed with him. Maybe it was time to choose a new camp.

"I understand." The middle-aged knight pressed his hand on his chest, bent down and bowed to Schwab, but was stopped by Schwab when he was about to leave.

"Take these heads away and find a place to bury them. I have received the prince's kindness. Putting these things here will make me uncomfortable." Schwab would not be stupid enough to leave a handle in the Duke's castle at this time, so he would rather let the prince's people take them away. I believe that the Duke would not dare to make things difficult for the royal family.

"Okay, follow your instructions." The middle-aged knight waved his hand and asked his subordinates to leave the Schwab residence with baskets with heads. Then he found an uninhabited place to bury the baskets. Everything seemed to have returned to peace, but under these apparent calm, a game started between the royal family and the local nobles.

"This prince seems to be different from his idle father." Schwab looked through the window at the departing knights and said to himself. Of course, it was impossible for him to choose a mediocre master.
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