The Blackening Journey of the Abandoned Knight

It's... a former colleague.

At the first moment, Lu gestured to hold his breath with a guilty conscience. It took several seconds for him to realize that he no longer needed that cumbersome thing, but he still squatted down carefully, hiding his figure behind the bushes, and there was no trace of him. Slowly approaching the village without revealing anything, looking at the small open space from the intertwined branches of the trees.

The knight's skill in this area is not considered outstanding, but none of his juniors noticed him.

Moreover, the white-haired, holy knight like an angel also didn't realize that he didn't reject this kind of secret behavior in his heart, which was even despised by him in the past.

The Templars and the people in Hongguo Village were talking—it would be more appropriate to call the behavior of these two silver tin cans giving orders—one of them was walking from house to house holding a parchment The men, women and children who came out counted the number of people.

"A total of 130 people, a total of 35 households, right?" Another Templar confirmed to the elderly village chief.

The slow-thinking old man thought seriously for more than ten seconds, and the eyes of the templar with the white eagle tattoo on his helmet became impatient when he was talking to him—the road wrinkled when he saw this scene from 500 meters away Brow—but the old man was lucky to respond before the Grand Master Templar's patience ran out.

"Yes, sir knight, that is true."

The Templar exchanged a sullen glance with his companion, who had finished counting the numbers.As for sneaking away to drink in a tavern in the East District yesterday morning and being reported by a colleague with bad relations, and being sent by the superior to such a remote village to read the imperial announcement to a group of low-class people who can't read a word-this kind of work is usually Only those apprentices in the reserve camp will do the "troublesome" work, and the tempers of the two master knights are obviously not very good.

The short companion of the White Eagle Templar took out the Zoubaba sheepskin scroll with the emperor's lacquer seal tied with a three-color ribbon from the satchel without any cherishment, and then randomly put the ribbon You can see it by pulling it apart.

His companion didn't want to read the tongue-twisting text on the document that the boring clerical staff spent a day, two, or even a week to torture the executor and himself. The short knight just read the announcement hastily at a glance, Then tell it in your own language, "New Cycia's line of defense recruits laborers, and every household with adult males must send one person to participate."

There was a dissatisfied cry from the crowd.

"Of course, you don't have to apply if you don't want to," the short Templar read slowly in an arrogant and casual tone. "There is an easier job, how about being a lifetime tenant in the Dead Sea Prison? There is a place to live." There is also something to eat, the Empire is kind enough to give you the chance to choose one of the two, don’t cherish it.”

The White Eagle Templar immediately burst into a rude laugh, as if his companion had just told a very funny joke.

The people in Hongguo Village, who were not simple but hadn't seen much in the market, were too frightened to respond.

The villagers looked at each other, and the men whispered to each other. After a few minutes, the old man who was the village head walked forward slowly, "But, two masters, the autumn planting will start soon..."

One of the tall Templars interrupted him, "So, you don't want to?"

The old man panicked, "No, no, respectable two knights, we are not unwilling, but please think about it, if all the men in their prime leave, the village's fields may not be able to take care of them."

"Don't you still have you? Old men and old women..." Putting the parchment back into his pocket without hesitation, another Templar glanced at the crowd, "There are still women and brats, and the rest enough."

"But, sir..."

"There is a man from each household. We are queuing up now, and we will leave right away." He interrupted the old man's words unceremoniously.

The village head widened his eyes, "Now, now?"

"Isn't it now when are you going to delay? You were only given two weeks to get to the Secia defense line. If you didn't arrive in time, your wages for labor would not be paid." Seeing everyone Frightened by his own words, the speaking Templar rolled his eyes cryptically and complained in a low voice that no one else could hear.

"In fact, it's better if you can't catch up." In this way, at least one-third of the wages of these coolies will flow to them.

Lu who heard him complain not far away frowned even deeper.

Then the village became noisy, and the two knights mercifully gave the villagers half an hour to organize their belongings and say goodbye, so every household in Hongguo Village had the same scene, wives sent clothes and money They kept stuffing them into the husband's luggage, and the husband kept putting them back. After all, it was almost impossible for them to come back from this kind of work of recruiting coolies. What's the use of them bringing so much?

Ada, who lived alone and had no adult male family members, was relieved, but she did not return to her log cabin.

Just kidding, there is still a living undead in his house, now go back...

Hey, wait...

The boy's eyes fell on the two Templars who waited idly - fresh biscuits and goat's milk from the villagers happened to be on their side during the "waiting" period.The silver glittering armor of the two templars looked very solid and hard, and the pattern on the scabbard was gorgeous enough to dazzle people's eyes.

Unlike their behavior, the faces of the two knights who took off their helmets looked very decent. Ida didn't know that such decent faces, which could be trusted at first glance, were one of the selection criteria for the Templar Battalion. One, seeing such a face, Ada forgot the obviously unfriendly behavior and words of the two Templars not long ago, and walked towards them.

If he reported the undead to them, he wouldn't have to worry about anything afterwards, right?

Although the beautiful face of the undead is even more attractive than these two templars... It makes people happy, but the white color makes him feel uncomfortable, as the Lord of the North Pole said, it is just that they are used It's just a deceitful disguise. Ada's father told him such stories when he was alive, just like those beautiful witches who seduced passers-by and swallowed them.

If Lu knew what he was thinking, he probably couldn't help correcting him again, but it's about the same now, when he was about to approach the two Templar knights who were enjoying the food ten meters away, he stopped him with both hands.

A pair of pale, well-articulated, extremely powerful hands.

Ada knew who it was without even thinking about it.

Lord of the North Pole, the sun is so big today. Didn’t the temple say that the undead cannot walk under the sun?

His gaze trembled upwards, and he found that the undead knew how to cover up at least. The undead dug out a cloak from somewhere and put it on, not revealing the extremely eye-catching true face.

"You shouldn't have done this." He heard the undead whisper in his ear.

A fishy smell lingered on the tip of the boy's nose, like blood.

He shivered unnoticed.

Ada didn't know that the smell of blood was left by the wild boar that the undead had put in his cabin not long ago.

***

The corvee read out by the two Templars seemed a bit harsh—the knights, who were not very down-to-earth in daily life, judged from the expressions of the villagers.

But this is not the category he should be in charge of. Now that he is dead, it is said that the pale knight who is collaborating with the enemy has no rights, so after understanding the purpose of these two juniors who made him dissatisfied, the knight did not want to show up and talk to them. Talking about friendship or putting on the airs of a senior, under the condition that he doesn't want the village to be slaughtered for the crime of harboring the undead.

He was about to evacuate carefully, when he saw that little guy walking towards his juniors.

Thinking about this situation with his toes, he knew what the child was thinking. Lu even felt that the boy's thinking was very correct, if it did not threaten the boy's life.

In the law of the empire, regardless of whether the boy who had close contact with him was innocent or not, the fate waiting for him must be arrested by the heresy ruling.

Maybe his grievances will be proven more than ten years later, and it may even be the key to a certain bishop's promotion or demotion, but at that time, the boy's body should have been found in the vomit pool of the tribunal long ago. Don't even think about it. The lunatics still remember setting up a grave and singing a mourning song.

In the past, Lu felt that there was nothing wrong with such behavior, but after seeing him in another world and learning something from Mengmeng and Xiao Ye, he now feels that this child should not have such a tragic end.

So the knight took a cloak off a drying rack in a yard - again not realizing that this was something he wouldn't have done before - and stopped the boy.

This attire was still a bit conspicuous, Lu picked up the boy and planned to leave the crowded place as soon as possible.

A voice sounded behind him.

"That cloaked one over there, stop!"

***

imperial capital.

The white-gray Prince's Mansion with a red-painted roof is located on the side of the Imperial Avenue directly opposite the gate of the Imperial Palace. The person who lives in this luxurious and luxurious house is the Crown Prince of this empire. Quasi-out of the palace to live.

Although the first heir does not live in the palace, there is no precedent in the history of the empire.

The real reason why the crown prince lived in the palace cannot be tested. There are four or five versions circulating in the aristocratic circle, all of which are well-founded and have witnesses, but they have not been proven. In the past, these rumors still have many people because of the strength of His Royal Highness the crown prince. Concern, but as the master of the Prince's Mansion explained things in simple terms due to illness, and after the second prince took power, there would be no market for these messages.

Today's Prince's Mansion is as bleak as every day in the past two years. Passers-by glanced at the high walls and felt that it should be affected by the cold autumn wind.

A maid's eyes flicked over the withered white roses in the garden, pushing the dining cart through the cold corridor.

She seemed to be the only one in the huge Prince's Mansion.

The maid came to work at the Prince's Mansion this month. She used to be a maid in the second prince's womb, but a week ago she accidentally knocked over a porcelain vase that the second prince liked, and was sent here to take care of the sick Crown Prince.

The maid sighed sadly outside the bedroom of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, just opened the door and walked in with such a gloomy face, without knocking or asking.

Because she doesn't feel the need.

Empty, the area is so large that one wonders if it is a bedroom. The room is dark, only a glimmer of light shines through the edge of the drawn curtains. The whole room is filled with a long time no sunshine and ventilation. He lit the candlestick on his head and looked at the big soft bed.

The bright red silk was covered tightly, and only the head of the man on the bed was exposed.

The sick Crown Prince was lying on the bed, his face was pale and thin, his cheekbones were high and protruding, and it looked like a layer of white paper was pasted on the bones.

If it weren't for the slight breathing sound, it would be no different from a dead person.

However, the maid thought to herself, it's better not to die like this.

The maid opened the dinner plate on the dining car. What was placed on the plate was not food, but a crystal bottle of dark green liquid.

She picked up the bottle and shook it, but the soybean-sized liquid made a crisp sound like a bell when shaken.

The maid opened the crystal bottle, but she didn't see it. The man's fingertips trembled suddenly under the thick and soft quilt.

The author has something to say:

Why do I always learn to drive on a stormy day QAQ

Nineteen days ago, I fell into the Western fantasy pit of a female author of my favorite natal family. It is not easy to fatten up to more than 300 chapters. Now I don’t want to code words at all_(:зゝ∠)_

Xi Huanchu can take a look at Jiuyuda's "Lamb", she is the author of "The Dead Reign", the mellow beauty of the writing is like glucose wine [Drink it well (ˉ﹃ˉ) saliva

Nineteen Part One Western Fantasy has been learning her writing style, but it is very poor...so this article changed slightly after nineteen

But after squatting for a day yesterday, Nineteen found out... I seem to have changed my style of writing back? Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

ps, the strange style of writing is not the fault of Nineteen

pss, i don't have water