Hey, King!

2021-06-19

Chapter 99 Chapter 99 Wake Up
The time came to the second half of the night, and the location was in the Lord's Mansion. The joy of the banquet has satisfied most of the guests, and the same level of fatigue also makes the master and servant here just want to go to bed quickly. In the huge City Lord's Mansion, only a few guards on duty are still active. They either lean against the wall to rest, or carefully step on the thick carpet to patrol. Elves have sharp and sharp ears, and their tempers are not good.

Thunder won't wake Borge, hot flashes will. The prospective lord of White Horse Town felt ill at ease and woke up after less than three hours of sleep. The thunder flashed and he touched the dagger under the pillow, the cold metal reassuring him. A smell mixed with alcohol, flowers and sweat drifted over, caught by his keen sense of smell. No bloody smell, which is good; a damp fishy smell, which is not good.

The woman beside her was a maid, maybe she was married, maybe she had never met a man, Borge neither knew nor cared. He left the bed, found a towel by the sink, wiped himself, then opened the closet and started changing clothes. Whenever feel ill at ease, something bad is bound to happen, and only armor and weapons can make him feel at ease. This night, he was destined to fall asleep on the bed, perhaps holding the long sword and helmet, fully armed and sitting in the chair, and he could take a nap.

Borge has a set of steel armor painted with a red dragon's head breathing fire. Legend has it that this armor came from the Legendary Dragon Knight Candos, which helped its owner resist the devil's flame, survived siege and achieved great deeds. This is what the merchant who sold the armor said. Borge didn't confirm whether it was true or not - mainly because he couldn't confirm it. The merchant didn't even receive the money for selling the armor before he died. How could he provide him with more information? ?

Borge felt safe when wearing a breastplate, wearing a long sword, and even wearing a helmet indoors. He came to the window, hid by the curtains, and peered out furtively. There was only the pouring rain outside. The entire White Horse Town was upside down by a basin of water, and the house had long since lost its original outline. Only when the thunder descended, could Borge discern the appearance of the street and the guards, and at the same time saw two people stumbled towards the lord's mansion.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them sharply. Those two villagers are still there, they are not hallucinations. To be able to come to the lord instead of the sheriff like this means that there is a major event in the town, which is probably a serious problem that Lan Li can't solve. He believed in Lang Li's work ability, and even more in her battle strength. He has repeatedly told that today and tomorrow are very important and that there will be no mistakes. But...

Borge immediately knew where his unease came from when he thought of the golden dog caravan still locked in the sheriff's dungeon. Without further ado, he pushed open the door and walked downstairs with the long sword in his hand.

"fief lord?" The voice came from the blind spot at the corner of the stairs. The man who came out of the shadows took off his hood, exposing the white-pupiled human face to the light. "Sir, why are you getting up? Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Yingman, go find Lan Li and ensure the safety of the sacrifice." Borge said: "Tomorrow you will be hanged. 15 dead, don't forget that number."

"Yes, fief lord, I'll make sure to get it done."

Borge believes "Shadowboy" will take care of himself , so after he finished the command, he ignored him and went straight to the gate of the lord's mansion. I have to say that the building is made of solid materials and sound insulation is good, the noise outside the door sounds just a slight chirp chirp twitter twitter inside.

Push the door open and wind and rain get in, what a nuisance. Borge, slightly frowned, went out and closed the door. Above his head is the protruding balcony on the second floor, but the wind and rain are too large, and the blocking effect is not obvious.

"What's the matter, there's a lot of noise here." Borge looked down the steps through the waterproof lantern hanging at the door. The two kneeling townspeople were completely drenched in water, their clubs were thrown in the distance, and they were shivering no one to rely on.

"Fief lord, there's a slaughter," said one of the townspeople. "There's a dwarf from nowhere who killed the sheriffs. He's coming this way! fief Lord, please help us!"

"Sheriff...you saw Langley dead?"

"That's it." Another townsman added: "The dwarf killed at least ten people at the south entrance of the town. Then he got into a fight with Sheriff Langley, and they were like two spinning... spinning wheels. The dwarf finally got hold of Sheriff Langley. The sheriff's head and rubbed her neck against the axe. The sheriff fell..."

"That's right! The dwarf was still sucking blood from the sheriff's neck and carrying her body, Said to be eating meat. This is too terrifying! fief lord, he is coming, you can hide for now!"

"Stupid peasants, use ghost stories to scare people. Go away! "Borge said: "You could have received a bounty of five gold coins, but there is no truth in adding fuel to it, so you can only get one. Go! Get a gold coin and give them to go. Guard, go and take my lord's guard. Let's shout, there are peers coming."

Peers, referring to robbers, liars and bandits, are called wandering knights in name, but they are not romantic at all, they are just wandering, most of the time they are still blind, Therefore, it is also called blind flow. Such peers could be recruited as subordinates in the past, but he is now—to be precise, he will be tomorrow—the lord, and such people must be resolutely suppressed.

"Lang Li is actually defeated." Borge knew that the enemy's battle strength should not be underestimated, and the two townspeople made it clear that the other was a dwarf. This kind of information cannot be ignored or listened to. The weather is so bad, if someone hides and shoots arrows, it is expected that these townspeople may not be able to find it.

Call on the guards, bring the troops together, and show the strongest battle strength, absolutely can't let the blind stream disturb the elf governor. She was sleeping soundly and she really didn't like being slept by a silhouette, which was said to affect the quality of her hair.

Take your helmet and hide your face in the shadows, then pull out a pair of gloves and put them on. The servant brought a rain-proof cloak, which he pushed away. This thing will only get heavier and heavier, and it will also affect the line of sight. "Go get the horse ready, fight the saddle, and feed it some exciting 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, who have been fully trained as Knights, but for various reasons they did not get the title of Knight, or they lost the land as a Knight and could not support themselves. These people are the most loyal, the most aware of the importance of a territory, and they will be the most courageous in battle.

It takes time for the guards to prepare, and Borge takes this time to think carefully. He ordered his servants to prepare more weapons, brought the shields and lances of the original lord of the locality, and hung them all on horseback. Alchemy potions, potions with spell effects, if you don't use them, you'll be waiting to give them to the enemy. "Tie up those three dwarves, yes, the prisoners I took back. Or gag their mouths and put handcuffs and anklets, I think they will come in handy."

Six Guards Only four Knights came, and the remaining two were too drunk, and now the only remaining battle strength is to vomit on the enemy. Four Knights, three of which hang a dwarf hostage behind the horse, and the remaining one serves as Borge's wingman, which can already form a charge fan, and the power is strong enough.

At this time, a stumbled person ran over from the direction of the town. Even if he fell heavily at the gate, it did not stop him from trying to get up and rush forward. Without waiting for the guards and servants to stop him, the man voluntarily and consciously threw away the stick in his hand and rushed over. He lifts the head, Borge is happy, isn't this one of the two who just walked with one gold coin? No wonder the business of throwing crutches is so skilled.

"fief lord, fief lord, this time it's the truth, no fuss." The man spoke quickly, as if he was about to swallow his tongue anxiously. "The dwarf is here. He moved a stool and sat in the middle of a crosswalk. He...he..."

"Don't stammer, say it well, I'll give you ten this time. gold coin."

"Ten..." The man swallowed saliva vigorously, and then stalked his neck and said, "The dwarf asked me to pass a message, saying that I hope to have a knight duel with you, to decide The ownership of White Horse Town. He said it was the land where the dwarves lived for generations, but it was stolen by humans. He said he was the dwarf Prince..."

"Anything else?" Borge asked with a smile.

The man shook his head, extended the hand, ready to receive ten gold coins. But he saw the lord's hand reaching for the hilt instead of the pocket, and turned pale in fright. He tried to reach out to stop the blade, but only lost his finger and his life.

Borge wiped the blood of the blade on the corpse, and said to the four guards: "Did you hear it, it's here to grab the territory. There is only one dwarf sitting, and there must be an ambush, Be careful, be vigilant, and take precautions. The weather is bad and you can't charge at full strength, but half-speed is enough to stab him to death."

"Will there be a pit on the ground?" A Knight asked.

"There will probably be, and then disguise as a puddle." Borge said: "Dorma, your riding skills and eyes are the best, you head first, we will follow the ride and pass him left and right. , tear it in half."

"Understood." One of the guards, Knight, put down his visor, tapped his fist on his breastplate, and said, "I will lead the charge."

"We follow closely from behind," said the other Knight.

At this time, Dagon was in the middle of the street, with a large box almost half a person's height under his hips, shaking his legs and waiting for Borge to eat. The pork sausages here are quite delicious, with garlic added flavor, and the fat and thin are just right. Eating something can make him recover his stamina quickly, but eating too much is not good.

"Come on." Dagon shook his legs, swallowing his food and spitting out the rain. "If you come, you will solve it here. If you don't come, you will attack the lord's mansion, which will be difficult."

(end of this chapter)