Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

The assassin didn't realize that he had become prey at first.

When he saw Derek rushing over, the leader even showed a cruel smile.

Too many nobles died in assassinations. Although this method was not honorable, it was very effective.

For the assassin leader, what kind of honor was there to solve the enemy physically?

But soon, he saw Derek's simple killing skills that were comparable to art.

Several carefully selected swordsmen were all defeated by him.

What's more terrifying is that the followers behind him were like bulls, easily crushing their own men.

The assassin archer on the roof just abandoned his bow and arrow and was about to jump down to fight, but he saw that all the meat shields in front fell down.

The assassin leader tried to turn the tide, but he was soon pressed to the ground in front of several knights who were not weaker than him.

The same force, wearing a half-body armor and bare armor, the difference is so big.

The assassin leader just regretted that he didn't achieve his goal, and he was ready to sacrifice.

But the next second, a deerskin boot stepped on his head.

"I'll teach you a little trick. Next time, hide the poison in your collar. Now you can be free."

The assassin leader was very tough: "Hmph, kill me if you want. Don't try to get any information from me."

Derek was very angry. It was the first time he was so close to death.

If the opponent's method was not too rough, a stray arrow would have taken his life.

So, he kicked the opponent in the face.

Several teeth were spit out with blood.

"Take the ones who are not dead and follow me."

Torture? What's there to torture? All suspects are criminals.

Calm down, he has thought it through.

It's not difficult to guess when he will arrive.

But this is definitely not the information that the stray dogs of the Holy Cross can know.

Whether it is the northern nobles or the guys from the capital, someone has leaked the news.

Whether it is intentional or unintentional, his anger must be vented.

This could even be a good opportunity for the guy who wants to show up to see if his neck is as hard as his sword.

The soldiers guarding the city had already seen Derek being assassinated.

Some of them came up to help, and some hurried to report the news.

At this time, the nobles from the capital and the old earl gathered together, waiting for Derek to come and see him.

It would be difficult to divide the big cake of Saint Maitreya Province without Derek.

Then the news of Derek's assassination was heard.

The expressions of the people present were different, and most of the nobles from the capital smiled.

Most of the nobles in the north were angry and worried.

The old earl was still calm, and he even had time to guess the meaningful smile on the face of Marquis Haishan from the imperial capital.

"Let my guards help immediately." The old earl ordered calmly.

Marquis Haishan also pretended to ask: "Do you need my help?"

"No, Derek is not so easy to get into trouble," the old earl calmed down and was not panicked. He knew that Derek's men were tough.

Marquis Haishan didn't say anything, but most of the nobles behind him looked disdainful.

Caught off guard, few people could escape the carefully prepared assassination.

Why do nobles hate assassination so much? Isn't it a threat to their lives?

Especially in the capital, there are more swords and shadows in the dark, and the frequency of assassinations is much higher than in the north.

In the eyes of the nobles in the capital, no matter how powerful the knight is, three or five assassins can solve it.

What's more... the big hand of the people of the Holy Cross Kingdom.

But before they could open their mouths to sneer, another soldier brought new news.

"Viscount Derek has wiped out all the assassins and is heading here."

For a moment, there was silence.

An officer from the capital blurted out: "How is it possible? Did he know about the assassination in advance?"

If he didn't know in advance and was well prepared, how could he solve the assassin so quickly?

This made people unhappy. The soldiers at the bottom looked down on these old soldiers from the capital. They couldn't help but said, "Viscount Derek only brought a dozen attendants, but they were all our knights from the north. They defeated the assassins in a dozen breaths."

"Hahaha!" Count Pereira suddenly laughed and looked at the nobles of the capital who were just gloating: "The combat effectiveness of our knights in the north is still good. Of course... the knights of the capital can't imagine it, but it's understandable."

After saying this, most of the noble officers in the capital blushed.

Marquis Haishan had a false smile on his face. He belatedly scolded his talkative subordinates and apologized to Count Pereira: "As you apologize, my subordinates are some little guys who have never been in battle and have never seen real knights."

"If you haven't seen it, then come with me to see it," Count Pereira said proudly.

Marquis Haishan is soft and will never confront you, just like his personality.

But Count Pereira knew that this was a poisonous snake.

No one who could struggle out of the quagmire of the capital was simple.

The two seemed harmonious on the surface, but in fact they were tit-for-tat. Whoever could overwhelm the other would get a larger share in the subsequent division of interests.

However, the two only waited for a few knights and servants of the Augusta family to suppress a few assassins.

"Where is your Viscount?" Count Pereira was a little nervous.

He suspected that Derek was injured, or even worse.

The knight's attendant stepped forward and replied: "Your Excellency, the Viscount will be here later."

And where did Derek go?

On the way, he became more and more angry.

It was okay when he didn't have the strength before, but now he was in his own territory, and they dared to play this trick on him?

The objects of suspicion were nothing more than those few people.

He walked halfway and suddenly stopped.

"Damn, it's better to be a reckless man than to suffer a loss. Anyway, the reputation of our northern knights is just like this."

Derek was ruthless and immediately sent out the few attendants around him.

He deliberately delayed himself and waited to see those disgusting faces later.

For the attendants who were chosen by Derek to be with him, strength was only the least important point.

Origin and loyalty were the key points to consider.

Some of them even have collateral blood of the Ferreira family, and achieved a leap in class through Derek. It can be said that their lives and fortunes depend on Derek.

Let alone the feelings, this alone makes them hate the assassin.

So as soon as Derek gave the order, the knights scattered and began to act.

The first thing, of course, was to find help.

It happened that the Royal Guards were stationed in the military camp outside the city, and some local tyrants were close to the Augusta family.

Immediately, the cavalry split into two, and one group of people rushed into the city of Plan with the list taken from the close nobles.