The commander was suddenly embarrassed.

He gave Samson a look, but Samson's whole face was swollen, and his eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see the look that the commander had given him, let alone Prince Arson, who was sitting behind the table and munching on bread.

Prince Arsson's face sank immediately.

What do you mean by something that is offered to me?

Those supplies are used to rescue Bray Town, and after receiving the supplies, they should be delivered as soon as possible!

Arsson suppressed his anger and continued to nibble on bread.

Samson said more and more, "Those two guys attacking our fortress are declaring war on the entire kingdom of Arnor, Commander, what are you hesitating about!" Are you afraid of Gandalf? Even if he is the gray-robed mage of the Holy White Council, he can't come and rob our supplies! This is robbing Prince Arsson's things! Good! Even if you don't dare to touch Gandalf, you can always kill that guy named Diedy next to Gandalf, right? Look at how he beat me! ”

Prince Arsson threw away the half-eaten bread and said coldly: "Don't say it's someone else, even if it's me, I want to whip you." ”

Samson was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "Samson, His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Samson smiled coldly: "Hmph, where did the hairy boy come out, dressed in tatters, and gnawing on coarse bread - do you know what I use this coarse bread for?" ”

Prince Arsson suppressed his anger and asked, "What are you doing it for?" ”

Samson smiled and said, "I'm all used to wipe my farts and stocks, hahaha!" ”

The commander hurriedly stepped forward to cover Samson's mouth, "Samson, you are crazy, this is, this is His Royal Highness the Prince!" ”

Samson laughed and said, "Your Royal Highness? Are you kidding? How could His Royal Highness the Prince be dressed in such tatters? Don't be funny! ”

Two white-robed knights stepped forward, one twisting Samson's arm, and the other flashing his sword.

Samson's eyes widened and he could see the insignia on the white-robed knight's body.

"Prince...... Your Royal Highness! How could it be you? ”

Samson said eagerly, "I was joking with you!" Don't take it seriously! ”

Arson asked coldly: "I don't blame you for the insult you just gave me, don't you blame those who don't know." ”

Samson said gratefully, "Your Royal Highness, you are truly magnanimous! You're really—"

Arsson raised his hand to stop Samson's compliment, and said coldly: "Now, if I ask you anything, you will answer anything, if there is a nonsense, I will let my knight captain cut you, do you see this sword in his hand?" This is the Sword of Boromir, a symbol of the royal power of Arnor, and although it is not as famous as the Holy Sword of Nasir, it is also a good sword forged by the magic of the elves. Possession of this sword is equivalent to having the power to exercise royal power, which means that I can cut off your head without trial. ”

Samson was so frightened that his face was bloodless, and he nodded like pounding garlic, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, I promise that everything is true, and I will never dare to deceive!" ”

Arsson asked, "How much supplies have you sent out to rescue Bray Town?" ”

Samson was stunned, "Your Highness, these materials were all raised by you, and I naturally kept them all for you, but the hateful thing is that two guys broke in today and robbed twelve truckloads of supplies!" ”

Arsson suppressed his anger, "You obviously have so many supplies in your hands, just to curry favor with me, so you don't care about the life or death of Bray Town?" ”

Samson hurriedly said: "Your Highness, Bray Town is not saved!" Instead of filling the hole, let's just put on a show, and in short, the whole country will see that you have done your best, and everyone will only praise you, and there will be no complaints. And you don't have to go near Bray to avoid the plague. ”

Arsson said coldly: "This is what you really mean? ”

Samson hurriedly said: "Yes, Your Highness, I am loyal to Your Highness, and everything I do is for Your Highness!" ”

Arsson asked, "Who was the one who stole the supplies?" Gandalf? ”

Samson hurriedly said, "That's right, Gandalf, the gray-robed mage of the Holy White Council, and a milky apothecary!" Your Highness, I think it is necessary for you to protest to the Holy White Council, they have so rudely interfered with our rescue and disrupted our original plan! ”

Al Song smiled coldly: "You really dare to say it! Let me protest to the Holy White Council? I really don't understand why Gandalf didn't kill you with a fireball. Well, Gandalf knew that the most important thing at this time was not to vent his anger, but to go to the rescue of Braytown. How long have they been gone? ”

Samson hurriedly said: "Soon, half an hour at most." ”

Arsson nodded and said, "Well, they are driving the carriage, so we will still catch up." ”

Samson's eyes lit up, "That's right! Your Highness! We catch up with him! Get them back and clean them up! Gandalf is not offended, so it's a big deal to let it go, but the pharmacist named Diedy must be handed over to me, and I will cut off his head with my own hands. ”

Arsson smiled coldly, "What you said reminded me that it was indeed a bit inappropriate for me to chase Gandalf so empty-handed, and I had to get a gift." ”

Samson asked suspiciously, "What gift?" ”

Arsson sneered and said, "Your head. ”

The white-robed knight captain next to him immediately drew the sword of Boromir and placed it on Samson's neck.

Samson was so frightened that his soul fell, and he hurriedly said, "Your Royal Highness! Your Royal Highness! What's going on? Didn't we just say it well! Aren't we going to go together and get Gandalf and them back? ”

Alsong said coldly: "Wrong, it's not to catch it back, but to catch up and send them more supplies, you bastard, how many lives have you delayed the lives of the townspeople of Bray Town!" I didn't kill you because you just said something insulting to me, but because you were derelict in your duties! Captain Knight! Do it! ”

Samson shouted: "No, Your Royal Highness, the Duke of Milan is my cousin!" ”

Poof!

Boromir's sword was slashed, and the head of the Duke of Milan's cousin and nephew fell to the ground.

Arsson said coldly: "Wrap his head, bring some emergency supplies, and catch up with Gandalf and them." ”

"Yes!" The Captain of the Knight then picked up Samson's head.

The commander next to him was already frightened, for fear that Arsson would be angry and cut him down with the commander of the fortress.

Actually, Arsson also wanted to ask the commander about his guilt, but if even the commander of the fortress was cut down, then the entire fortress would be in chaos, and now the fortress is a supply depot, so it can't be messed up yet.

Arsson said coldly: "Lord Commander, do what you should do, use all the strength you can muster, and transport the supplies to Bray Town as soon as possible—I will be waiting for you in Bray Town." ”

With that, Arsson took up his fur cloak and walked out.

The white-robed knights followed suit.

"Yes......" The commander trembled with fright and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

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