When Brian woke up, the first thing that caught his eye was the gray-white ceiling.

The sunlight shining in from the window was a little dazzling, and he closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, the scene in front of him remained unchanged.

It's not a dream, he thought, I'...... Still alive? He tried to move his body, but found that he could only shake his lower fingers, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out.

Then he heard someone shouting, "He's awake, go and inform His Highness." ”

Brian felt like a lump of paste in his head, and his thoughts were much slower than usual. By the way, how did he faint? It seems that he was impaled through the chest by a poisonous snake and was about to die, and at the last moment, a ghostly woman suddenly appeared and crushed all the enemies in an incredible way......

Soon a maid reached out and lifted him up and sat down at the head of the bed. Another man brought a basin of water and helped him wash his face. Brian had obviously never experienced such a thorough and personal service, and the fact that he was surrounded by young maids made him feel a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, this crampedness did not last long, and when the fourth prince walked into the room, everyone bent down.

Brian felt a heat surging in his heart, he had too many things to ask, but he didn't know what to say first. Instead, Roland nodded and said, "I already know your deeds, Brian, you are a worthy hero." ”

As soon as the word "hero" came out, Brian suddenly felt his eyes sour, and his voice choked, "No...... Your Highness, my friend is the real ......"

Roland patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

Just as Nightingale had predicted, after Scar was dragged to the torture chamber, he confessed everything he knew before the warden could make a move.

The mastermind behind this team is not his royal brother and sister, but the Elk family of Changge Fortress. After contacting a distant relative, Scar Scar, the Elk Earl, the Elk Earl took control of most of the patrol through lure and division. In addition, he also sent a good player to replace the team as an insurance in case of accidents during the operation. The purpose of these people is not to assassinate themselves, but to burn the pure grain so that they can obediently go back to the fortress.

The conspiracy resulted in the death of an innocent person, the Greyhound. He tries to stop the criminal attempt of Scar and his party and is stabbed to death with a dagger by a patrolman. The whereabouts of the team member replaced by Viper are unknown, probably because he realized that the castle was not on fire in the morning, and Scar did not return on time, realizing that the plan had been revealed, and fled directly.

It wasn't until Brian calmed down that Roland said, "Your friend Greyhound, he's going to get a funeral worthy of his identity." His family will also be properly housed and will no longer have to worry about food in the future. ”

"Thank you, Your Highness," Brian took a deep breath, "may I ask the scar...... Is he dead too?"

"I'm alive at the moment. ”

The patrol leader closed his eyes in pain, he would rather not be rescued himself, and drag the other party to hell with him. But that hope has become slimmer...... There was no doubt that Scar was guilty, but the sins of the nobles could be atonemented with money, and if his uncle was willing to protect him, Scar would most likely not die. You won't even go to prison.

Roland could naturally guess his thoughts, "Hills Dmied, as you call it the Fierce Scar, is a member of the Elk Family in the Longsong Fortress. At the head of the family is Lockin Med, the earl of Duke Lane and his distant uncle......" He paused slightly, "but none of this will affect the final verdict, Scar has already been sentenced to be hanged, and he will be executed in three days." If you can recover, you might as well check it out. ”

Brian's eyes widened sharply, "But...... But Your Highness, nobles can atone for their sins with the golden dragon, and you will not be angry if you do so-"

Roland waved his hand, signaling him to calm down, "Nobleman, maybe for you, he was born into a family of elks, and his status is different from yours. But in fact, he had neither a title nor a fief, and was not a nobleman at all. Second, even if he was a nobleman, invaded the prince's palace, tried to burn the stored grain, and disregarded the lives of more than 2,000 people in the border town, these three evil deeds add up to an unforgivable crime. ”

If Tyre's death was a little hesitant in Roland's heart, the scar was completely unforgivable. If he succeeds, his foundation in the border town will be destroyed, and there will be no chance to turn over, which is much worse than directly assassinating himself.

As for whether this reaction will anger Changge Fortress, who cares? Since the other party is unwilling to do business with him properly and chooses to harm the border town, of course he can't back down. At the same time, this incident gave Roland a warning - the political struggles in this world are not like those he is familiar with in the past, most of them are concentrated under the table, but more inclined to the practice of flipping the table, which is much more primitive and bloody.

"Rest well, you have lost too much blood, so don't leave the castle. I've assigned someone else to carry out the patrol's work, and when the Demon Moon is over, I'll give you a canonization. ”

"Your Highness," Brian looked at the prince in disbelief after hearing the latter sentence, "what do you mean ......"

"Yes, you will be my knight, Mr. Brian," Roland replied with a smile.

"Ready—thorn!"

Vanna gritted his teeth and stabbed the long wooden pole in his hand, using the same force as the last time, and at about the same angle.

This time he stabbed the hundredth shot.

There was a tingling sensation in his arm, and Vanna felt like he couldn't hold it anymore, and even though he thought so at the fiftieth shot, the conditioned reflex of a week's training still made him obey orders. To be honest, even he was surprised that he had survived until now.

"All-rest!"

After the iron axe shouted the command, there was a sudden exhalation sound around him, and Vanna also breathed a sigh of relief, put down the barrel of the gun, and sat straight on the ground.

By now, he had finally realized that his militia was not an errand unit for the guards or knights, and after a week of weird training, their practice program had gradually become decent. Now, for example, standing on the rampart of the city wall and following the hunter's command, he stabbed and retracted his spears—although they were replaced by wooden poles, and Vanna could quickly relate to the role he had assumed.

The logistics team would never do such exercises, which meant that they would face the beasts head-on on the walls. This kind of thing is scary enough just to think about, and Vanna originally planned to sneak away, but for some reason, seeing his teammates training with him, thinking of the rich three meals a day and a decent salary, he couldn't make up his mind.