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But when he saw his uncle, the peace officer who had taught him swordsmanship, struck down by a sword and lying in a pool of blood, that little bit of confidence in his bushy eyebrows shattered like glass.
He didn't dare entertain any thoughts of resistance in his heart; after all, resistance ant imdiate death, but if he cowered in the crowd like a quail, perhaps he could delay his demise!
At this mont, the figure of a man appeared unbidden in his mind.
A figure that was even shorter and frailer than him.
During the swordsmanship competition in the servant training, the person turned the impossible into possible, and reversing his defeat, he had beaten him.
If he were here, would he dare to draw his sword against them?
After so thought, he shook his head; chances were he wouldn't dare either.
After all, the gap in strength was simply too great.
Although, he had heard that the guy had beco the Night Watchman of the town, but what of it? He was still an ordinary person, and in the face of these fierce bandits, probably only a formal Knight would suffice.
Seeing wisps of eerie black mist spread, his heart imdiately tightened, and he muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear:
"Mother! You've dood your own son; do you realize that?"
"Goddess above! I pray soone can save !"
"I sincerely apologize for all the wrongs I've done before and beg the Goddess to send soone to rescue !"
"I'm still young; I truly don't want to die!"
At this mont, his eyes had never been so devout!
If Rein were here, he would have recognized that, apart from him, many of the servant boys he knew were also here, including his good friend George.
This was because the Habsburg Manor was going to hold a servant assessnt next week.
Therefore, many servants accompanied their families to the church to worship devoutly, praying that the Goddess would bless them with a smooth assessnt.
At this mont, they all looked in horror at the scene before them.
At the very edge of the church hall, there was another figure familiar to Rein, that of his mother Emma, who was bowing her head in shock and trembling, her expression one of horror.
But at this mont, surprisingly, she didn't imdiately pray to the Goddess for protection; rather, the first thing that ca to her mind was her son Rein and his increasingly tall figure. Stay tuned to m-v l|e-
"With such a big incident happening, Rein, as the captain of the Night Watchn, should be rushing over, right?"
"No, no! Rein mustn't co!"
"They are too many and too powerful; even if Rein cos, he definitely can't win against them!"
"Goddess protect! Please don't let Rein co, let him be safe and sound!" Emma thought silently to herself.
At this ti, a Black Fla Monk, robed in black, stood blocking the entrance to the church's outer square. Four or five bodies dressed in peace officer uniforms lay haphazardly on the ground, and opposite him stood the remaining twenty or so Night Watchn of Flashgold Town, along with a few peace officers.
The Night Watchn had their bows drawn and aid at the Black Fla Monk, and the peace officers had also drawn their Longswords, surrounding him. But they were all tense, with a few pale and trembling.
This gave the monk holding the black fla in his hand an air of being the lone man guarding a pass against a thousand enemies.
The first few peace officers to arrive had already fallen prey to him.
Among the remaining defenses of Flashgold Town, the short Matteo held the highest position.
As the captain of the Night Watchn, he clenched his fists, his face flushed with blood, but he dared not order his n to shoot.
Matteo never lacked the courage to fight, but facing the Black Fla Monk who had even given officer Hamilton a tough ti before, he knew that if he were to shout 'fire', it was likely all of them would fall here.
The black flas flickering in his opponent's hand made Matteo apprehensive; to the average-strength Night Watchman, it was almost unbeatable.
You may say, 'Hasn't Rein already killed a Black Fla Monk? It can't be that scary, right?'
True, but that was a Black Fla Monk in a state of severe injury.
The one before them now was a Black Fla Monk in his pri.
It's not the sa thing at all!
So despite having him surrounded, Matteo was almost certain that even if they fought to the death, they wouldn't even be able to touch him.
Maybe before they were all wiped out, they could inflict a wound or two on him.
That would be the extent of it!
Although Matteo had already sent out ssengers to chase after Lord Hamilton's party at the first opportunity, it had already been an hour since they'd left; in terms of ti, they were likely too late to help.
Additionally, Matteo had dispatched ssengers to the nearby Habs Manor to seek the help of Knight Lloyd, but it would probably take so ti for the reinforcents from the manor to arrive.
So even though Matteo wasn't very confident that Rein could defeat the opponent, at this mont their only hope was for Rein, the newly appointed deputy peace officer still in Flashgold Town.
"You don't even have the courage to shoot with your arrows? As the imperial peacekeeping force, that's sincerely pathetic," the Black Fla Monk sneered, twirling the ball of black flas in his hand.
"Was it you lot of trash that ganged up and killed Mort? Doesn't look like it!"
"Well! If you stand there obediently without moving, perhaps I might spare your lives."
"Oh, right, I rember now, you wouldn't be waiting for that... what's his na... Rei... Rein! That's the na, isn't it?"
"Heh, you wouldn't be waiting for him, would you?"
"Too bad, you won't be waiting for him to co."
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