Chapter 132 Elk Knight (Part 1)

Price has been held here for five days.

Although it is not a prison cell, the remodeled house is almost the same as the prison cell—the original wooden doors have been replaced with wooden railings, and all the furniture in the house has been removed, leaving only a few blankets. The only advantage is that the room is clean, neither air nor rain.

Besides him, there were four other people in the prison. Three of them came from the Ryan family, one belonged to the Benlang family, and he was a knight entrusted by the Earl of Elk.

"What the hell, how long does he want to lock us up!" the oldest knight in the Ryan family shouted, "The wheat fields in the territory haven't been sown yet! My wife doesn't know how to do these things."

"Your territory?" The young knight of the Benlang family sneered, "Do you think His Royal Highness will keep the knight collar, let you go back and gather horses, weapons and armor, and then wait for an opportunity to take revenge? To be honest, he didn't take you These people are all sent to the gallows, which is considered mercy."

"What did you say!?" The old knight stared at him.

"Just tell the truth," the young knight said nonchalantly. "The Duke is the number one criminal who planned and carried out the rebellion. Why don't you clean up his elite knights and leave them to his son? As for us, we are naturally forced by the Duke's intimidation." , had to go to the battlefield.”

"I think you are looking for your own death!" He walked over and lifted the young man, clenched his fist with his right hand, and when he was about to beat him down, a hand stretched out from behind and grabbed him firmly.

"Stop, Harlon. Do you want to attract guards?" A handsome knight lowered his fist, "He is right, we are knights under the duke's command, and we must be given a heavier sentence when we are convicted. Since At this point, just wait for the result quietly. Look at the people of the Elk family, and then look at your current appearance. How about your demeanor as a nobleman?"

Prius recognized him. The star knight of Longsong Fortress, Felin Sylt, nicknamed Dawn Morning Light, had fascinated countless ladies from noble families. Fortunately, he ended up marrying a commoner woman, and this matter was considered a hot topic at the time. Seeing that the other party mentioned himself, Prius couldn't keep silent any longer, and said to the three arguing: "I don't know if the territory can be kept, but at least His Royal Highness won't kill you."

"Oh? Why?"

"Killing in the fortress can at least serve as a deterrent. Who will show you the effort to get you here? His leaders?" Prius shook his head, "The Knights haven't set foot in Border Town yet. "

Without rushing in to burn, kill and loot, the townspeople naturally would not have extreme hatred. Therefore, for the prince, it is better to kill the nobles of the fortress than to show it to the townspeople. If they are not killed in the fortress, their lives will be saved.

Feilin thought for a while, nodded and said, "It makes sense. May I ask your name..."

"Pris Desa."

"Thank you for your comfort, Sir Disa." Ferring gave a grateful look, and pulled Haron back to the corner.

The young man also sat down, leaning against the wall and humming.

He's really not afraid, Prius thought, and his "calmness" is just an artificial illusion.

Price knew in his heart that he was not really a knight. He did not inherit his father's bravery, nor did he inherit his mother's wisdom. Compared with wielding swords, he prefers to take care of his one-acre three-point land. Raising chickens and ducks, fishing in the pond and so on. Wearing armor and holding a sword to fight for Earl Elk is really helpless, let alone killing people, he doesn't even like to participate in hunting. So when charging, Prius rushed behind as much as possible, but unexpectedly saved his life.

Wait... Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little strange. As the star knight under the Duke, why did Ferlin Sylt survive? Shouldn't he be the first one?

"His Royal Highness wants to see you," the guard suddenly shouted at the door, "Sene Dali, you come out first."

The young knight jumped up, waved to everyone, and walked out of the cell.

"Hey, where are we!"

Haron chased to the door, but was forced back by the short stick spears in the hands of the guards. After locking the cell door, the other party said coldly, "Don't worry, it will be your turn."

Knowing that the trial was coming, Price became increasingly nervous. Damn, I always look forward to this day when there is no result, but now that the result is coming, I am afraid again. he thought angrily. But his body still trembled uncontrollably, and he wanted to look up at the door every few breaths, just like the feeling of hope and panic when facing a child about to be born for the first time.

Fortunately, the waiting time was not long, about two quarters of an hour later, the guard in charge of escort came again, "Pris Desa, it's your turn.

He stood up in a panic, but his feet accidentally tripped over the rolled up blanket on the ground. Fortunately, Feilin had quick eyesight and quick hands, and took a step forward to support him.

"Thank...thank you." He felt his throat dry out.

"It's easy to do." The other party's voice was gentle and powerful, which relieved Price's nervousness a lot.

He nodded to Felin, and followed the guards out of the cell.

The one who led the way was a young man, about seventeen years old, wearing dark brown leather armor and leather boots, and holding a short spear with both hands.

"Don't you need to tie my hands?" Price asked.

"You were searched before you were locked in. Without weapons, what can you do."

"Where are you taking me?"

"His Royal Highness's Castle."

"What about the man before? The knight named Seni, how is he doing?"

The other side shrugged and didn't answer.

Well, maybe he didn't know, or maybe he didn't want to tell himself. Price kept his mouth shut.

The escort gave him a very strange feeling. He dressed and looked like an ordinary civilian, but he didn't have any fear when he spoke to the knights, and even the most basic honorifics were useless. He didn't seem to know that in normal times, these people could easily decide his life or death.

And the eyes of the other party——Price has seen a lot of civilians who are running around for survival, they are dull and indifferent, like a walking corpse without a soul, but in the eyes of this little man, he sees pride and pride, obviously Although he is a commoner, he has the air of a knight full of honor. This extreme sense of incongruity puzzled Price.

What kind of environment can create such a person?

He looked around, although he had never been to Border Town before, he had heard of this barren and remote place. However, the vitality displayed in the town now was very different from the frontier outpost he had imagined. There are people coming and going on the street, and their pace is fast, and it seems that there are endless things to do. From time to time, someone would greet the little man who escorted him. Everyone's faces were ruddy and full of energy, not at all like they had just experienced the ordeal of the Demon Moon.

As he approached the castle area, he saw an open space where more than a hundred people gathered—this group seemed to be building houses, and in terms of scale, there were more than one. The materials of the house are piled up on the side, all of which are fired bricks. Generally speaking, only nobles would choose this kind of more expensive material, but if you want to say that this is built for nobles, the area of ​​the house is too small. The houses that have been built in front of the open space are almost only a little bigger than my own living room. In addition, those houses are too similar, almost as if they were printed from the same mold. Which nobleman would like such a house?

With all kinds of questions, Price stepped into the lord's castle. (To be continued.)

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