They all call me master.

Chapter 872 Pretender

Chapter 872: The Pretender VII

“It’s safe here!”

A civilian brought Hamlet to a shed in the dock area - there was only a roof and walls connecting the roof, and the remaining three sides were filled with straw except for the pillars.

These straws are the treasure of the civilian in front of him.

Even the beds were more like quilts.

Of course, there are fleas in it.

Bistry was pulled in staggeringly, still in a daze.

Even now, the young son of the old lion could not believe that his uncle had launched a rebellion.

Of course, he couldn't believe that his best friend had betrayed him.

why?
Bistry really wanted to shout.

As the youngest son of the old lion, Pittsburgh Hamlet does not have a good reputation among the nobles in the inner bay because he has been mingling with the common people for many years.

The nobles thought that the young son of the old lion was degenerate and had forgotten his aristocratic honor.

In fact, for a long time, the young son of the old lion was not seen in the aristocratic salons of Neiwan.

The old lion cub didn't care about this.

He hated those endless banquets and salons.

What he hated even more was the kind of politeness that showed that one clearly wanted to stab the other person to death, but was extremely fake.

What he likes is sincerity and frankness.

He liked to see his wife and children patiently waiting for her husband to come home after a busy day, and the family eating baked potatoes and bran bread.

There is no soup, let alone any seasoning.

But there is warmth.

As warm as home.

He likes it this way.

Therefore, he is willing to make friends with civilians.

Of course, he also concealed his identity.

It's not that he doesn't want to make it public, but after he was bold once, the friend who used to talk to him about anything became reserved when they saw him again.

That kind of reserve is not what friends should have.

So he distanced himself from that friend and started making new friends.

However, today is an exception.

Today is the day his first friend gets married.

As his first friend, he felt he must attend the wedding.

However, when he showed up at the wedding, that friend's expression was very strange.

It was a kind of astonishment.

It was also an accident.

There was also an indescribable discomfort.

Logically speaking, such expressions should not appear at a wedding.

But soon he knew why.

Soldier!

A group of soldiers surrounded the place.

He held a bag of money in his hand and threw it to his friend.

'Thank you for your cooperation.'

The leader said this.

Then the soldiers rushed towards him.

This scene made Petra Hamlet fall into inexplicable anger - at that time, he didn't know what exactly happened, but it was a fact that he was betrayed by his friend.

This made him extremely angry.

For the first time, he experienced the feeling of betrayal.

But he was more confused.

because--

'Run!'

His friend rushed out and stood in front of the soldiers.

Then--

Was cut with a knife.

The head is about to fall off.

Before he died, his face was distorted with pain.

Looking at this distortion, Bistry fell into confusion.

He was betrayed by his first friend.

But it was this friend who stopped his uncle.

'Why? ’

Bistry was puzzled.

“They took Kaka.”

A civilian nearby said.

Kaka, the fiancée of the dead friend, or to be more precise, his wife. The two were supposed to get married today.

For this purpose, he also prepared a gift of sufficient size.

The reason why he attended the wedding today was also because of this gift.

He hoped that things would be better for his first friend.

only……

Bestri looked up at the civilian next to him in a daze - the other person was a friend of his friend, whom he had met several times before.

In the chaos just now, it was the other party who pulled him out.

If it wasn't for the other party, he would have been captured by the soldiers belonging to his uncle.

Even the fact that he was able to successfully escape into the dock area was because of the other party.

“Don’t look at me.

I also asked for help from that guy..."

puff!
Before he could finish his words, an arrow shot out and pierced the civilian's neck.

In the distance, the pursuer was holding a crossbow and smiling ferociously.

The civilian who was covering his neck opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He could only keep signaling to Bistrie with his eyes.

Run!

Bistry hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran when the other party waved his hands vigorously.

A huge fire broke out in the shed behind him.

Before the civilian fell, he pulled down the kerosene lamp.

The lamp oil and flames instantly ignited the shed full of straw, blocking the pursuing soldiers on the road, and Bistry was grabbed by the arm by a skinny civilian and ran into the alley.

"Come with me!"

This civilian was not only skinny, but also had no boots.

He didn't even have a decent piece of clothing and was almost shirtless.

Bistry swore that he didn't know the other person.

This is the first time meeting each other.

But even when they met for the first time, the other party was helping him.

“Hey, the fact that you’re being chased by those bastards proves that you’re not a bad person, and Tita just helped you until his death, so I think I should help you.

After all, I owed Tita a taco.”

The skinny civilians laughed.

Then, he dragged Bistry around in circles and forced his way out of the pursuers' encirclement.

In an alley next to a warehouse, a skinny civilian pulled open a "door" from a pile of rags and debris - a door that was woven entirely from various garbage and hidden in the garbage.

In fact, it is not accurate to call it a door.

It should be said...

cover!

"Go in, this way!
There is direct access to the pier where there are many boats.

You have to find a way to get on a boat.

Or you can swim out!"

The skinny civilian said as he pushed Bistry in.

Clearly, this civilian has a sense of humor.

But the next moment, the smile became stiff.

A long sword pierced the civilian's chest.

The civilian lowered his head and looked at the long sword that pierced his chest. The corners of his mouth twitched. He wanted to continue laughing, but he just couldn't laugh.

He could only growl—

"Run!"

After saying that, he closed the lid tightly.

The whole person was lying on the lid.

"release!"

"Open him for me!"

Amid the roars of the pursuers was the sound of sharp blades slashing repeatedly.

The skinny civilian was chopped into a paste.

The pursuers continued to catch up -

"My Lord, why are you running?"

The pursuers laughed wildly.

Bistry ran with his head down, moving forward completely on instinct.