Count Lange's face was frighteningly gloomy. He wished he could slit the throat of David, the unlucky guy, right now, in case he couldn't withstand the interrogation and gave evidence against him. Although Lange looked down on Baron Winter's "hypocrisy", he did not dare to relax even a little bit about his terrifying achievements in Xingjian. long
Langer didn't know why he started to recall David, a guy who started doing things for him when he was a knight. It is undeniable that David's hands and feet have been quite smart over the years, and he can be regarded as an excellent tracker and informer. , and he has never betrayed himself even once. Julian, who was still Lange's attendant at the time, was his introducer. From this point of view, Julian's vision was correct.
However, something went wrong this time. David was caught at the most critical moment by two people he least wanted to see, least want to face, and least wanted to get entangled with.
Lange once sent David to do a lot of dirty work, the kind of dirty secrets that even the spymaster Julian didn't know, and only he and David knew.
The more Lange thought about it, the more he became afraid. His heart was beating fast and his cheeks were hot with anxiety. Although he was wearing comfortable and well-fitting fine linen clothes, his back seemed to be riddled with holes from densely packed wooden sticks, with ants stinging his flesh in every hole.
In the end, there was only one idea left in his mind - cut David's soul into pieces and pour it into the lava fire of hell to end it all.
But how can we do all this in public and still leave Simon and Winter with nothing to say? Lange suppressed the bloodlust and fear in his heart and forced himself to calm down and think about it.
Sir Gretel walked very fast, and walked in front of Lange at once, because he was about to pass through the dense and noisy camping area of soldiers. Sir Gretel knew that he asked a count to personally push away the lower floors who were blocking the way without knowing it. Being a soldier is definitely a matter of losing one's reputation, so this matter must be left to him. long
However, before walking for a while, Sir Gretel felt someone tap him on the shoulder. When he turned back to meet Lange's sinister eyes, he couldn't help but shudder.
"Go over there," Lange pointed to the dense uninhabited trees next to the camp, "I have something to tell you."
"Okay, sir." Sir Gretel nodded. He had a hunch that something would not be good this time.
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Arthuro fed the man in black robes poppy juice and marigold potion, then pounded wild garlic and plantain in a mortar and applied it evenly on his wounds.
"Your name." After Arthur finished treating him, Winter came to the man in black robe with an unkind expression, looking down at the "mouse" at his feet.
Perhaps because Winter and Simon called doctors and monks to treat his injuries, the man in black robe's mouth was obviously looser than when he was first caught, and a faint voice came from his throat: "David. "long
"Darvid?" Winter had difficulty catching David's voice, which was as weak as the flapping of mosquito wings. "Forget it, it's not important. Do you know who he and I are?"
Winter pointed at herself, then at Simon.
"Honorable Lord Winter, Baron Fancom and Lord Simon, Baron Feldburg." David's eyes quickly glanced at the two of them following Winter's fingers, and then he returned his gaze to the ground, humbly. said.
"Very good," Winter said, satisfied with David's cooperative attitude, and his eyes softened a little, "What do you do and who do you work for?"
"As you can see, your noble lord," David instinctively wanted to bow, and then remembered the fact that he was tightly tied to the tree, "I am just a humble thief, a nightingale in the dark, I earn a pittance every day from some shady tricks and tricks to support myself.”
"A nightingale in the dark is worse than a maggot in a dung heap." Fatty Hoffman standing aside muttered in a low voice. He didn't dare to speak too loudly, because it would rudely interrupt Winter's question and embarrass himself and Lord Simon.
"You lied," Winter's eyes that had just softened became sharp. He looked at David and said, "No thief would be stupid enough to follow a fully armed army."
"I didn't lie," David's voice rose slightly, but his voice to defend himself seemed a little difficult. He was still in a weak state, "I have been marching with the army before, relying on these stupid things to The deceived soldiers supported themselves and at the same time got a lot of useful information from their mouths. I heard at the campfire last night that the two barons were going to search a camp this morning. I thought I could follow you behind and wait for you. After finding the camp, after leaving, you can look for some useful things in the camp to resell. Thieves sometimes also increase their income by scavenging."
Winter was about to raise his suspicions, but at this moment he noticed two soldiers escorting a slovenly man with a limp over. The onlookers soldiers and nobles made a way, and Hans was brought directly to David.
"Ha, let me see, our distinguished guest is here. Okay, now let's do a little test," Winter grabbed Hans's shoulder roughly with one hand and pushed his face as far as possible. He moved closer to the tied David, "Hans, honestly, do you know this man?"
Hans gasped in pain from the cracked wound on his burned leg. He looked at David. Simon's eyes were closely observing his expression, but what was disappointing was that Hans didn't hesitate at all. He quickly shook his head: "I haven't seen him."
"Tell him your name." Winter shifted his gaze to David, which made him tremble.
"My name is David..."
"Have you heard this sound?" Winter shook Hans. long
"No." Hans shook his head without hesitation.
Winter looked at Simon, who shrugged helplessly.
"Okay, you despicable thief," Winter let go of Hans, who was hissing in pain, and two soldiers picked up his arms and escorted him away again, "However, your words are still doubtful. "
David was relieved in his heart. He secretly thought that the lame man just now must be the wanderer that Count Lange recently wanted to kill. Fortunately, he had been acting in secret. They had never seen him or heard his voice. This was the confidence that gave him the confidence to remain calm.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside Simon's camp. Everyone looked back and saw two nobles in red cloaks walking in arrogantly.
"Go away, bastard, are you blind? You don't even recognize the noble Earl Dorsten!" Sir Gretel, wearing a bright red short robe, roared at Simon's soldiers like a raging lion.
"You guys who don't understand etiquette, it's rare for your lord to condescend to come to this poor place where you are stationed. You don't even have any due respect. You are really a bunch of ignorant barbarians," Gretel said after roughly pushing away the soldiers. Very dissatisfied, he never stopped swearing, "The last person who blocked my way like this has been summoned by Satan for a long time!"
"What happened?" Simon came over and looked at Earl Lange and Sir Gretel warily.
"Ha, I finally met someone here who I can talk to, Baron Simon." Sir Gretel's arrogance made his conversation very rude.
"If you are here to cause trouble, I suggest you go back to where you came from. If you dare to talk to me like this again, I won't mind smashing your teeth to make you remember how to respect a noble with a higher title than you." ." Simon rubbed his fists, not hiding the hateful look in his eyes.
"You..." Sir Gretel looked at the mocking eyes of the soldiers around him, his face flushed with anger. He wanted to protect his face and fight back at Simon, but his reason told him that it was best not to do so. In the end, he could only look at Lange for help, like a bullied vicious dog, begging his master to do something for him.
"You don't need to pay attention to him, Simon, he is such an impulsive person," Lange ignored Sir Gretel's disappointed look and continued, "I heard that you caught a thief who slipped into my house before. A bag of silver coins was stolen from the tent.”
"Ha, you can rest assured that I will help you interrogate where he hid your money." Simon nodded and put on the posture of seeing off a guest.
"Since I'm here, it's better for me to do this myself." Lang raised the corner of his mouth. Although Simon was very reluctant, he finally compromised. long
No matter how cruel Langer was, he wouldn't kill David directly in front of so many people, right? What's more, Brother Linde is also here, unless he kills all the witnesses, which is absolutely impossible.
Simon nodded. Lange smiled triumphantly, while Gretel's eyes were fixed on Simon. When Simon noticed him, he looked elsewhere.
"Long time no see, Brother Lange." Brother Linde greeted Lange in a friendly manner.
"Long time no see." Langer nodded to Linde. He was not in the mood to socialize now. He only wanted to solve his stain.
"You want to interrogate him?" Winter didn't have a good impression of Lange, but he knew very well what kind of person Lange was.
"The answer is obvious," Lange spread his hands and said he had no ill intentions. "I will not use extreme means."
"What are you going to interrogate him for?"
"He hid my money somewhere."
"You should know I'm better at this job than you are."
"But I'm here."
"Fine."
Winter walked away from David. Simon looked at Lange intently. He didn't believe that Lange was just here for interrogation. Now, he became more and more suspicious that David was sent by Lange to monitor him and Wenge. Special.
"Oh, my merciful God," David saw Count Lange and Sir Gretel walking forward, as if he saw a life-saving straw, but he did not dare to show his excitement, so he could only say softly, "Sir, you Finally came. I told them I was just a thief, and they..."
The voices of the surrounding soldiers talking made Simon and Winter unable to hear what David was talking about. Just when Simon wanted the soldiers to be quiet, something unexpected happened to everyone. long
"You bastard," Sir Gretel drew out the armed sword from his waist, and slashed at the frightened David with a ferocious face, "You, a despicable thief, actually dare to insult the Earl's family!"
With the knife in hand, David's head was split in half, and red blood and milky white brains spurted everywhere nearby.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Sir Gretel stepped on David's belly and pulled out his sword from his head, not forgetting to wipe the dirt on the sword with David's black robe.
"Catch him." After reacting, Simon gritted his teeth and pointed at Sir Gretel and said.
Simon's soldiers drew their hatchets and short swords from their waists and surrounded Sir Gretel.
"Wait a minute," Lange suddenly shouted, "Stop, everyone, Sir Gretel is innocent!"
"Not guilty? Ha! Killing our prisoners of war in front of so many of us can only mean one thing. David, who claims to be a thief, is actually the spy you sent to monitor me and Simon. He must be I know a lot of your dirty secrets, otherwise you wouldn’t have brought Sir Gretel here in a hurry to silence them, wouldn’t you?” Winter almost laughed out of anger at Lange.
"Brother Lange, your men killed people in front of us. This is an unavoidable crime. Stop defending him. All this is in vain." Brother Linde said.
"Are you all deaf?" Langer said confidently. "Sir Gretel heard this despicable thief insulting my family. In order to protect the honor of my family, he just taught this thief a lesson. Not only is he innocent Yes, I have to reward him."
"David didn't insult your family just now." Winter stared at Lange.
"Do you have evidence?" Lange spread his hands and glanced at the others, "Who has evidence?"
David spoke in a very low voice just now, and the surroundings were filled with the voices of soldiers talking. Except for Lange and Sir Gretel who were closest to David, the others could hardly hear what David said.
"Simon, for the sake of my father, and for the sake of your surname Dorsten, this thief who insulted our family deserves it!" Langer looked at Simon triumphantly, and he almost laughed out loud. . long
"You don't deserve to talk about father." Simon spat on the ground.
"You white-eyed wolf with no sense of family honor!" Langer also spat on the ground.
"Since you all want to impose this inexplicable crime on me," Sir Gretel continued without fear of the hateful looks from around him, "then let's petition the Duke together and let him judge."
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