Capítulo 447: Act 141: Wen Yan’s Hope (3) (Thoughts Cleared, 2nd Update)_2
Kabais might temporarily hesitate because of Viscount Gangsiting’s identity, but this is a re facade. It can fool people for a while, but not forever.
Leaving Tonyger as soon as possible beca the most sensible choice at the mont.
However, just three hours after leaving the city, they unexpectedly encountered a cavalry unit under Gruding’s command—
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Carey “Nail Hamr” was equally surprised. But this cavalry captain, with a face as fierce as a hyena’s, was astonished by his own luck. His face showed greed as he gazed at the several won among the group. By Martha, he had never seen such exceptional won in this area.
Even the few there were in the territory belonged to the Lord, so he didn’t dare to have any improper thoughts. The remaining ones were either impoverished peasants with sallow faces or prostitutes frequenting inns.
He had never seen anyone with such fine qualities both in deanor and beauty.
The jackal, Carey, couldn’t resist rubbing his eyes, almost thinking he was dreaming. He couldn’t help but wonder what benefits he would gain if he gifted such a group of won to the Lord, of course, secretly keeping one for himself didn’t seem impossible either. He secretly licked his lips, his gaze sweeping over the group blocking the road—just a bunch of rcenaries—he had dealt with these people before. After all, the Lord’s previous woman was just the sister of a small rcenary group leader.
Did he not teach those ungrateful people a lesson himself?
Carey silently counted the heads of the other party, just over ten people, although their middle-level Black Iron strength seed a bit tricky. But in front of his hundred or so n, they were practically insignificant. He couldn’t help but confirm more and more that this was a big pie given to him by the heavens.
His hand had already quietly rested on the handle of his nail hamr, his eyes finally stopping on the young man leading the group.
A young man?
Looks like a young noble.
A noble offspring traveling outside, Carey confird the other’s identity to himself. Such people were not uncommon in Vorn, but those heading to barbaric places like Tonyger were generally naïve.
Did they really think they could run amok just by having a noble title? The cavalry captain couldn’t help but lick his lips with a cold smile, and asked:
“Who are you people?”
His hand always on the weapon, his voice morable like a broken bellows: “Don’t you know where this is? So many people carrying weapons in violation of the ban, could it be—”
He originally wanted to say ‘bandits roaming the wild,’ but the latter half of his sentence never ca out. Because the cavalry captain had already seen the young man cast a strange look at him, a look as if he was staring at an idiot.
“You guys ca from Green Village, right?” Brand seed not to hear the other’s question and asked this instead.
Carey was stunned, then imdiately reacted.
“Damn brat, who do you think you’re talking to? Do you know who we are? The security cavalry under Lord Gruding. Now I’m suspecting you are a roaming bandit group, drop your weapons imdiately and surrender without a fight!” He shouted viciously: “Otherwise, you won’t have ti to regret it when I give the order!”
“So?” Brand asked.
“So what?” The jackal, Carey, didn’t detect the suppressed murderous intent in Brand’s tone, or rather, he, used to rampant behavior, never imagined a group of middle-to-upper-level Black Iron rcenaries would dare resist him. He had over a hundred cavalry behind him—not so fancy unit, but real bloodthirsty n handpicked from the rcenaries.
He replied with so pride: “But now I’ll give you a chance to reform,” the cavalry captain split the rcenaries with his left hand: “Leave the won, the rest of you can get lost.”
Standing behind Brand, Antitina didn’t feel the slightest anger at these words. On the contrary, she was used to the arrogance of such noble private soldiers, but she still sighed.
Couldn’t this guy see he was courting death?
The girl couldn’t help but glance at Brand.
The young man’s suppressed rage since leaving the Baron’s castle finally burst forth at this mont.
His right hand slid slowly from the sword scabbard and dropped. He then tilted his head, answering slowly: “I rember you asked who I am earlier, right?”
The jackal, Carey, was stunned again, thinking this guy must be out of his mind. However, the ‘battle-hardened’ noble cavalry captain instinctively gripped his nail hamr tighter, feeling sothing amiss.
“Mr. Cavalry, I wonder if you’ve heard a story.”
“A story?”
“A story of No-Brainer and Unhappy.”
This ti, not only Carey but even Antitina and Hu Que were taken aback. The well-known bedti stories in Vorn were just a handful, but none had ever heard of sothing called No-Brainer and Unhappy.
What kind of na is that?
Though they felt surprised, the jackal, Carey, was almost livid. He instinctively thought he was being mocked, and couldn’t help but reply viciously: “Sorry, I haven’t heard that story, and I’m not interested in such things for children.” He gritted his teeth, “Don’t think you can stall for ti, I’ll count to three, this is your last chance—”
He turned his horse’s head and shouted: “One!”
But Brand shook his head: “No need to count.”
Then he looked up: “What I want to say is, my na is Unhappy—”
He raised his hand, and almost everyone only saw a blur of a figure, followed by a crisp sound of bones breaking.
The neck of the cavalry captain was snapped, maintaining his last instant of surprise, he then fell from his horse with a crash—
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(PS. Facing No-Brainer, I’m also Unhappy. Unhappy, thoughts don’t connect. If I were so troll, I’d not only skip the legitimate version, but I wouldn’t even check out pirated posts. Complaining while viewing—tsundere receiver.) (To be continued. For more chapters, please visit qidian, support the author, and support genuine reading!)
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