Simon looked at the two minions who were tied tightly. The gangster who had injured his lower body seemed to have lost his soul, his face was pale, he was kneeling on the ground trembling, his purple lips were twitching constantly. The other guy, who had his arm pierced by an arrow, seemed to be in good spirits and could actually beg for mercy from the bailiff.
"First of all, sir, I am just an innocent person who happened to pass by. You have arrested the wrong person!" The black turbaned man with a broken arrow in his arm begged the guards for mercy.
"Oh, so you mean there's something wrong with my eyes, right?" A potbellied guard said, and kicked the poor guy's injured arm hard, followed by a miserable scream. .
"Don't hurt him too badly. I still have something to ask him." Simon patted the guard on the back. The bailiff cursed the gangster and backed away to the roadside.
"Do you know who I am?" Simon kicked the black turban. The minion slowly raised his eyes and looked at Simon.
"I don't know, Sir." The minion was exhausted and shook his head gently, seemingly not wanting to say a word.
"When you surrounded me, I told you that it was Sir Simon's horse." Little Klein spat on the minion's face, but the minion just silently covered the wound and said Unmoved.
"So you are pretending to be stupid. Do you know what consequences your actions will bring to you?" Simon took a step forward and stared into the eyes of this young man.
They were a pair of empty blue eyes that were bloodshot, exhausted, dull, and filled with endless despair. Half pay, his lips as chapped as dry land did not move.
"Very good, it seems you know." Simon nodded hard and clapped his hands when he saw the gangster, "Do you want to die on the gallows like a dead dog, or do you want to tell everything to avoid the death penalty?"
Hearing this, a light flashed in the gangster's eyes. But soon, he shook his head mockingly and lowered his head again, even though the strong smell of feces on the ground penetrated his nose.
"What? You still can't trust the kind Master Simon?" Little Klein noticed the change in the expression of the black-turbaned man, raised his chin with a hatchet, and asked.
"You nobles, have you ever spoken about integrity?!" The black turbaned man glared at Simon, as if he was remembering a past event.
"Ha, even if you don't believe me, then you really have no chance of survival. Without you, I can wait for him to recover for a period of time and ask him." Following the direction of Simon's finger, a black turban appeared. He glanced at the gray-clothed man kneeling next to him and swallowed.
"Jona..." the black-turbaned man muttered softly, the desire for life reappearing in his eyes, "I can't die yet... at least not now!"
"Since you don't tell me, there's no use for it." Simon sneered and looked at the bailiff. The bailiff naturally understood what Simon meant and walked forward slowly.
"Master, I, I say, I say everything!" The black-turbaned man suddenly shouted loudly when two bailiffs held up his arms and prepared to drag him to the dungeon.
………
As night fell, in a noisy tavern on the west side of the town, a tall, muscular man with a crooked mouth, dressed in simple ragged linen clothes and a hood, was drinking with another guy with a thick nose.
"Brian, let's leave after drinking. We can't stay here for too long." The tall, muscular man with a crooked mouth was drinking and looking warily at the chattering crowd of drinkers around him. In order to hide from others, he wore rough leather armor under his underwear, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Sander is such an idiot. He was actually castrated by a little kid! It's a pity that I didn't see it live. He deserved it, hahaha." The thick-nosed guy named Brian took a big sip of wine and shook his head with a smile.
"Have you forgotten the last time you robbed a carriage or did he help you block an arrow with his shield?" The man with a crooked mouth smashed his mouth and took a mouthful of cooked rabbit meat.
"Ha, I didn't ask him to save me at the time. He was a scumbag anyway, and it would be better if he died, so I don't have to pay him back." Brian, the thick-nosed man, looked unconcerned and raised his arm to blow his hands on his sleeves. Blowing his nose, "Where's Cowan?"
"The boy was shot through the arm by an arrow and was arrested by the bailiff. He may be hanged in a few days." The corner of the man's mouth twitched as he tasted the bitter ale in his mouth.
"It's such a pity, that kid is not bad. I remember he seems to have a young wife, who is about to become a widow." Thick-nosed Brian shrugged.
"Stop talking, let's go. Remember to take the belongings of those two unlucky guys with you. They belong to us now." The man with the crooked mouth spat out the bones under the table, wiped his lips that were still covered in saliva, and said, stood up.
"Boss, how do we get out?" The gangster drank the wine in one gulp, picked up a big cloth bag, and whispered in the ear of the man with a crooked mouth, "Right now, all the bailiffs in the city are chasing a man with a crooked mouth, a rough voice, and a long voice. A very tall and strong man cannot walk at least through the city gate."
"Who said I have to go through the city gate? We can also take a sea ship to England." The man with a crooked mouth smiled slightly, pulled his hood down a little, walked through the smelly drinkers, and walked out of the tavern.
"Follow, be careful." The crooked-mouthed man's dark eyes scanned everyone on the street like a nightingale. Now is the time when the bell rings to close the market, and many vendors and citizens who return home late are holding torches and walking towards their respective residences.
They arrived at the dock without incident. At this time, the market in front of the pier was empty and very quiet. Only the bathhouse not far away was still shining with a little light and the hustle and bustle of men and women playing.
"Which ship, which ship... Aha, here it is!" The crooked-mouthed man stopped in front of a mottled wooden ship, waved to the thick-nosed Brian behind him, and walked away from the thick planks connecting the deck. Go up.
"who is it!"
Under the faint moonlight, a sharp spear glowing with cold light was pressed against the crooked-mouthed man's throat. As long as the spear is slightly forward, the man with the crooked mouth will die.
"Don't get excited! We are going to England, two of us." The man with the crooked mouth swallowed and looked at the figure shrouded in darkness.
"Smuggling? Double price, sixteen copper coins." An old but powerful voice came from the darkness, with an unquestionable tone.
"It's too expensive. How about a cheaper one, twelve copper coins..." The man with the crooked mouth felt a pain in his body. If he hadn't had to escape by sea now, he wouldn't have had to pay the expensive fare and share a small cabin with filthy air with the slovenly stowaways.
"Ha! What qualifications do you have to bargain?" The figure in the darkness seemed to have heard a big joke, interrupting the man with the crooked mouth and asked.
"What the hell." The crooked-mouthed man was filled with anger. If this guy hadn't already put the spear in front of him, he would definitely pull out the Germanic sword from his waist and teach this arrogant guy in the shadow a lesson.
"In this way, if you can send the two of us to England for the price of twelve copper coins, you can come to our Red Skull mercenary team to solve any difficult problems in the future." The man with the crooked mouth took a step back helplessly.
"Oh? The infamous Red Skull mercenary team? If I remember correctly, there are only a few of you, right?" The voice coming from the darkness was joking, "Now you are coming to me dressed in such rags. The ship is in a hurry to go to England, so I guess he is wanted by the whole town, right?"
"No, I just had to go to England because of something urgent." The man with the crooked mouth pretended to be calm.
"Needless to say, even though I've been on the boat these days, I'm still pretty well-informed," the voice in the darkness paused, as if thinking about something, "I'm not a good person either. One price. A fine silver denier coin for you to go to England, or else go back to town and wait to be captured and hanged!"
"You..." The man with the crooked mouth pointed at the figure in the darkness along the handle of the spear, and was speechless for a long time.
"Whoosh!"
With the sound of bows and arrows flying through the air at high speed, the thick-nosed Brian who was waiting beside the boat let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground.
Two arrows were inserted into the deck, making a crisp sound. An arrow penetrated deeply into the shoulder of the man with a crooked mouth. The powerful kinetic energy and pain caused him to take a few steps back and sit on the deck.
"You're such a sluggish son of a bitch, you deserve it! You deserve your damn advantage!" The voice coming from the darkness was extremely angry, followed by a rush of footsteps running towards the bow of the ship. Following the click of the cabin door, there was no more sound.
"Brian, Brian!? Damn it!" The man with a crooked mouth, covering his shoulders, yelled several times but received no response. He staggered up and tried to jump from the edge of the deck into the sea.
"ah!"
Another arrow flew and stuck in the leg of the man with a crooked mouth. Now he fell to the ground and couldn't stand up.
Listening to the footsteps and voices getting closer and closer, he knew that he was done playing.
