House shouted under the suspension bridge of Antler City for a long time before he saw someone emerging from the city wall.
"Your uncle Taylor, you won't drink again!"
"Oh hehehe... Haos! You're back. I'll go down and put the suspension bridge for you."
After waiting for an hour for the suspension bridge to be lowered, House really wanted to give Tyr a kick.
"Who is this?"
"The alcohol has burned your brain? Don't you see the robe? This is Father Oliver!"
The swaying Tyr had a red face and tried to show respect. It was very funny. He wanted to take off his hat to show respect, but after scratching his hair for a long time, he realized that he was not wearing a helmet at all.
"Okay, okay, get out of the way. I have to report to the princess quickly."
"Report? Hehe... I'm afraid you have to go down to report... hiccup."
Looking at Tyr who looked like a madman, House rolled his eyes.
"New Princess, I know the old Princess is dead."
"Bill Vince, Harry Vince, Franco Vince, ah, and Fisher Vince, they're all dead."
House was shocked. He looked at Sminter, who was dressed as Father Oliver next to him, and the other party shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know either.
"Look, there's a fire on the east side of the city, and those mad dogs without their masters are starting to rob things in the city.
They had been worried in the morning, but now the rope that tied them was broken.
Hey, don't leave. Follow me up to the city wall. You can see clearly over there. There are two brothers. Let's drink together.
Maybe when they wake up, they will almost kill each other, and we weak soldiers will become the boss, hahahaha. "
House kicked Tell away, kicking his horse forward, with Sminter's horse following closely behind.
Under Sminter's guidance, House quickly arrived at the home of the first person on the list. He knocked anxiously on the door, but no one responded.
"What...what are you doing?!"
Simint pushed House away and shouted to the door: "Uncle Wen Siming, I am Simint."
There was silence inside the door.
Just as House mounted his horse and prepared to head to the next house, a whisper came from the door.
"Whose girl is singing under the chestnut tree?"
Sminte leaned on the door and answered in a low voice: "Whose boy is in such a hurry on Lujiao Mountain?"
The door was opened, and a big hand stretched out and pulled Simint in.
House quickly dismounted, but when he reached the door, it was slammed shut.
"Hey! There's me too! Whose boy is in such a hurry on Lujiao Mountain!"
"Brother House, go look after the horses!"
Sminter's words made House sigh. He felt that he was not accepted.
But he soon learned that the horses really needed to be watched.
Two soldiers passed by, and they stared at House leading the two horses for a long time. House tied the horses to the pillars in the doorway of the house, freed his hands, and stared at the two soldiers warily.
There were many people who were unable to resist. After assessing the risks for a while, the two warriors decided to find another target.
House breathed a sigh of relief as he watched them walk away.
"Has it reached this point..."
The door was opened and Simint walked out, followed by a series of people.
They were wearing leather armor and dressed like hunters. Some were holding bows, some were holding lumber axes, and some were even holding boning knives.
"All the people on the list are alive here, let's go to Bell District quickly!"
House looked at the costumes of the group of people in front of him with a sad expression on his face.
"Just this group of people? There is no chance of winning against those crazy warriors..."
"Don't we have you?"
"I'm... just a jerk."
"Give yourself some confidence, you take charge."
Although this group of people did not look like professional warriors, fortunately they had weapons and were followed by a warrior on horseback.
This made the crazy warriors stare at them wherever they went, but no one planned to take action.
The part of Bell District near the city wall was quickly reached. House named three people and asked them to go in and get a feel for the situation.
After all, getting these lunatics out of the neighborhood meant conflict, and he had to make the most of the advantages he had.
Soon, the three men came back, and House drew a simple map on the ground and asked them to tell the location of each warrior.
The seven warriors were divided into three groups.
A group of two people were tearing down the door panel of a bakery, and screams came from the store.
Another group was three people, who were going in and out of a clothing store, stuffing things into the luggage of the horses at the door.
The last group was also two people. They were beating a woman, and the woman was holding on to the silver candlestick that was about to be taken away.
House scratched his head, looked at the eleven people around him, and frowned.
Against warriors wearing chainmail, having more people is useful, but without an absolute advantage in numbers, it is simply looking for death.
House decided to outsmart him.
He grabbed Minster and asked, "Are you sure you can play a good villain?"
Minster blinked, his face pulled, and his expression instantly became serious.
"Very good, very good, keep it up!"
In the Bell neighborhood, a priest walked slowly down the street. He stretched out one hand with his palm forward, as if he was pushing away the obstacles of the world.
His face was neither sad nor happy, and had no expression, but it gave people an inexplicable majesty, like a god looking down on the world.
His appearance attracted the attention of the two warriors who were beating the woman. They released their hands and looked at the priest.
Then, the few soldiers who were coming in and out of the clothing store also stopped what they were doing. The soldiers in the whole street were looking here, looking at this majestic priest.
A soldier came out of the alley. When he saw the priest, he laughed, held up his helmet, and walked over.
"Shengun, now I stand up, hand over the money, or I will chop you with a sword."
The priest said nothing and closed his eyes slightly, as if pitying the ignorance of the soldier in front of him.
"Hey! Your neck is strong, right?! I won't kill many of you today!"
The warrior shouted, drew his sword and struck, but his sword seemed to strike something invisible, and was bounced away with a clang.
He took two steps back, holding his wrists numbed by the shock, and stared at the priest at a loss.
"Who...are you!?"
The priest opened his mouth and said calmly: "My child, you already have the answer in your heart."
The soldier's eyes widened with anger. He drew out his dagger and roared loudly: "Stop pretending to be a ghost here!"
He stabbed at the priest. The priest waved his hand lightly, and the soldier tilted and flew away.
"Your behavior has angered God Hector. Now leave and I will forget the blame. If you dare to do it again, I will punish you!"
His tone was no longer calm, but gradually filled with anger. This rich voice echoed in the dusty streets and penetrated into everyone's ears.
The soldiers began to retreat, and some even dropped what they had grabbed.
Those who had horses got on their horses, and those who didn't ran away, and soon disappeared in Bell Street.
