A fireplace made of just four stones is trying to provide heat to the entire wooden house; But in the humble fireplace, the flames were only burning with difficulty, supported by a few pieces of firewood, and the swaying flames could not provide enough temperature for the whole room, especially after another heavy snowfall yesterday, the sudden drop in temperature made the cold completely envelop the whole room.

Dean, who had just woken up from a short sleep, squatted in front of the fireplace, draped in a blanket that had been prepared long ago, and he casually put a piece of firewood into the fireplace, and immediately, the flame of the new fuel was increased by several points, and after that, the addition of several firewoods dispelled the cold in the whole room, and was in a comfortable warmth.

And in this warmth, Dean's eyes felt the harsh cold wind through the lookout he had specially left, and looked at the qiē outside the room - this was the sentry post that made Dean have the most unwilling to remember, the former Dean, where he experienced several life and death, humiliation, especially the latter, which made his heart feel as if it was gnawed by snakes and rats.

Now, though......

Dean was glad he was here again!

"Let's go on, let's go on!"

Looking at the heavy snow outside the room, the first heavy snow in the north of the Emerald Kingdom after winter, Dean muttered in a low voice, and the gaze of his eyes became colder and colder, even past the harsh cold wind.

This is three days after Dean left the Knights of Fecharon's station, and in these three days, of course, Dean could not do nothing, except for the food prepared in advance, warm cotton clothes, blankets, Dean has saved the three days before the journey, the unfinished traps are perfected and strengthened one by one.

Even because of this extra time, he added a few more things again, making his whole plan more secure.

Of course, the most comforting thing for Dean was the heavy snow that began last night.

The heavy snow, which had lasted all night, had no intention of stopping until now, and this must have become the best cover for the traps he had laid out.

What could be more seamless than the disguise of nature?

Now, all Dean had to do was wait for the arrival of the Captain of the Knights of Fecharon and his men—the situation in his memory must have changed because of his 'cousin' that day, but Dean was still sure that the other party would come.

That kind of eyes that deliberately suppress greed and murderous intent, Dean can't be mistaken.

Three days was definitely an ordeal for the other party - he didn't think that Potts had more patience!

Dean could even guess that the reason why the other party did not kill immediately, and waited for these three days, was nothing more than to make his 'death' a matter of course - the barbarian bandits attacked the guard post that changed guards, and the head of the knights who got the news immediately came to support, but unfortunately the trainee knight died, but the head of the knights was in a brave pursuit, which was quite rewarding.

As for anything else, does the head of Potts have any other ideas?

There must have been, and in Dean's guess, Potts, the head of the Knights of Fecharon, must have been very eager to see him shivering and frightened in the cold wind.

Dean wouldn't mind 'cooperating' if the whole plan was to go smoothly, even at the expense of something.

Taking a deep breath, Dean's eyes didn't take off the lookout, he looked out, and stood quietly in the cabin.

He believes that the time he needs to wait will not be too long!

……

In fact, just as Dean had guessed, this morning, Potts, the head of the Knights of Fecharon, left the Knights' residence with his knightly attendants, twelve of the official members of the Knights of Fecharon.

However, the heavy snow that had fallen all night and did not stop at all surprised the head of the Order, and he and his attendants had to abandon their horses and go on foot, and because of the snow, they slowed down again in their degrees.

Therefore, by the time the planned sentry appeared at the outpost, it was already sunset.

Although it took several times as long, Potts and his party did not complain, and each of them had a burning heat called greed on their faces, and even in this continuous snow, they could not cool down; On the contrary, the more he couldn't wait—he knew that he was a nobleman, although he was only a small nobleman, but he must be worth a lot of money, even if he put aside the other people's share, his own share was enough to make them happy for a long time, just like the one they did last time!

Even, it's simpler than that vote; After all, the last petty nobleman still has two guards, and what about this so-called Knight Dean?

It's just a bare-bones commander, and, more importantly, the strength is not very good-

Knights are undoubtedly respectable, even if only because of the strength of ordinary people.

And the Trainee Knight?

Although it also has the word knight, the prefix of 'apprenticeship' has already been explained.

In fact, the official members of the Order of Fecharon all had the so-called 'apprentice' title, and the proliquity of such titles in a small local order was a testament to how worthless 'apprentice' knights were—and in some places, it only took enough Kimpton to earn such a title.

Therefore, Dean, who has the title of apprentice knight, is already a lamb to the slaughter in the eyes of these members of the Knights of Fecharon!

What's more, the strength of the other party, they have already understood!

"Commander, we're here!"

The member of the Knights who had mocked Dean stopped walking, looked at Potts, and said again, "I hope our Knight Dean has enough blankets, otherwise last night's snow will freeze to death!" ”

Immediately, the people around him burst into laughter full of malice again.

"Whether he freezes to death or not, I must kill him!"

With a leaky voice, Rydel, who had been beaten by Dean for three days, walked out of the queue and looked viciously in the direction of the sentry, the resentment in his eyes was comparable to that of a poisonous snake, and the swelling and gauze on his face proved that the injuries he had suffered under Dean had not been completely healed; However, after learning of his uncle's plan, Reddell couldn't wait any longer.

He must come back with a tenfold and hundredfold revenge for the beating that day.

"Little bastard from the Emerald Capital, I must kill him!"

Reddell said as he looked at his uncle, the head of the Knights of the Knights of Fecharon.

"Go ahead, you two follow!"

Potts happily agreed to his nephew's request, and then, with a little of the two attendants beside him; Immediately, the two followed.

However, that kind of grinning look obviously doesn't care.

Not only did these two people not care, but even all the people in Potts and his party didn't care, they didn't think it would be difficult to take down a little nobleman who had a false appearance, even the Rydel who was beaten by Dean thought so - he always thought that if he hadn't been drinking, and the other party hadn't attacked suddenly, he would have been able to kill the other party with great ease.

It's just a little nobleman, what's there to care about?

You know, they're battle-hardened 'knights'!

With this in mind, Ryddell and the two knight squires walked quickly to the sentry post - without Rydell's signal, one of the knight squires kicked the wooden door open with a lift of his leg.

They are ready to face the fruits of their well-deserved victory.

As for, failure?

They didn't think about it at all, so when an accident happened, they were always so caught off guard.

Bang!

The loose, rotten, modified wooden door almost flew out under the boots, out of the way.

Poof, poof!

The thin leather armor could not stop the two powerful crossbow arrows, and the hearts of the two knights' squires were pierced by the arrows at the sound of flesh being pierced—one from the crossbow arranged in a mechanism behind the door, and the other from the crossbow in Dean's hand.

Hot blood splashed straight on Reddell's face, he subconsciously touched his face, looking at the bright red on his palm, the person who had sworn revenge before, obviously didn't figure out what was going on - until Dean appeared in front of him, and after a knife knocked him unconscious, Reddell's face was dazed.

Picking up Rydell and carrying the cross bow behind his back, Dean sneered at Potts and his party twenty yards away, raised his right hand and stretched out his thumb to make a throat-cutting motion, and then, carrying Rydel and disappearing at the door of the wooden house - with Rydel, Botz's nephew, Dean was not worried that the other party would not follow.

After all, in the case of the death of two squires and Rydel being detained by himself, even if there is no deep hatred, Potts will not let him go at all, not to mention, with the letter of the deputy head of the Central Knights, even if it is for promotion and wealth, Potts will definitely do his best.

Of course, apart from the Captain Potts, the other members of the Knights of Fecharon have always been quite valiant despite their numbers.

"Dean!"

Potts looked at the empty wooden door and roared loudly.

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