In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

In the corridor on a rainy night.

The standing brazier, burning with blazing flames, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, cast a shadow of teeth and claws on the gray wall.

The rain pattered.

The splattered blood quickly soaked into the puddles on the ground.

The head rolled around in the mud, with a bit of disbelief on its face.

In the courtyard, the assassins who were besieging the guarding sergeants and attendants all looked at the sound.

They looked at this scene and made rapid chatter. The words they spoke were somewhat similar to Kurdish and should be Persian.

Lothar could vaguely distinguish a few limited words such as "powerful", "big shot" and "very fast".

Many corpses had fallen on the ground, all of them sergeants and attendants of the Royal Knights wearing red and white robes.

The sound of rain covered up the sound of fighting. The nearby sergeants were either transferred or assassinated. This battle seemed to have been going on for a long time.

Following another hurried conversation among the assassins, the three assassins approaching the corridor immediately began to attack the three of them in a cross-shaped formation.

Others seized the time and launched a fierce attack on the guarding sergeants and attendants.

Lothar whispered: "They want to deal with us one by one, so let's fight and deal with them one by one."

Hans and Prajna nodded.

But the latter's footsteps involuntarily moved closer to Lothar.

In battle, killing the enemy has never been Prajna's first priority. Even if Lothar requests it, her most important responsibility is still to ensure Lothar's life safety.

This is the duty of the heavy retinue!

Lothar didn't notice this. All his attention was on the opponent in front of him.

This was a middle-aged man who had shaved his beard and looked indistinguishable from any of the Saracen slaves around the Frank nobles.

Only his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

He was very fast, and he arrived in front of Lothar in the blink of an eye. The dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake, poking at Lothar's abdomen at an extremely tricky angle.

But Lothar immediately caught the opponent's flaw, using the long sword of the knight to attack the enemy's shortcomings, forcing the opponent to give up the offensive and evade first.

It would be great if this group of assassins could sneak in. It is impossible for them to carry long weapons, and they are not used to using them at all.

The howling wind sounded.

Sharp sleeve arrows shot out from the sleeves of the assassin's robe, and Lothar easily dodged them with a tilt of his head.

But when he turned around, the assassin had already stepped into a pool of water not far in front of Lothar. The sewage splashed towards Lothar, temporarily blocking his sight.

Subsequently.

Show off your edge!

The dagger pierced the rain curtain and struck Lothar's chest.

Keng——

Blades clashed.

Being bullied close by the enemy, he did not have the slightest intention of attacking instead of defending, and blocked the blow with his sword.

Assassin's assassins are notoriously brave and fearless of death.

The armed sword in Lothar's hand swung away the dagger in the assassin's hand, and the remaining force slashed at the assassin's sword-holding arm, but he ignored it and swung a hidden arrow with his other hand, forcing Lothar to have no choice but to Give up the attack and dodge to the side.

Anyone who faces such an opponent who is not afraid of death will have to lose three points of courage.

The same goes for Lothar. He didn't want to exchange injuries with a dead soldier, so he had to give up this hard-won opportunity to kill.

Not far from Lothar, another assassin was knocked away by the shield in Prajna's hand when he attacked. Several attacks were easily resolved by Prajna, so he stopped his futile offensive.

And Hans has already eliminated his opponent.

An assassin who had been split in the middle, with blood and internal organs flowing all over the place, was lying on the ground, exuding a pungent smell of blood.

Hans had a look of surprise on his face. He had never thought that just a bottle of potion could improve his swordsmanship to such an incredible level.

The experience accumulated in the knights, chopping wood piles day and night, is now fully integrated. Such exquisite swordsmanship cannot be matched by opponents.

The assassins looked at each other, with a rare solemn expression on their originally dull faces.

"Grand Commander, their target is the crown prince, we must stop them!"

There was a dark-skinned attendant with typical Saracen features, speaking loudly in imperfect Gallic.

Crown Prince?

Is it Baldwin V?

Princess Sibylla and her ex-husband’s son?

Lothar realized the seriousness of the situation almost immediately.

Nowadays, the fight for the throne surrounding Princess Sibylla is actually more about the fight over "who can become the stepfather of the crown prince."

Because the crown prince is still young and unable to take charge personally, once Baldwin IV dies, the crown prince's stepfather will obtain the legitimate position of "Prince Regent".

During the nearly ten years before the crown prince had grown up and was unable to rule personally, the regent was equivalent to the king.

If there is news of the crown prince's death when Baldwin IV is already terminally ill.

The conflict between the Jue Party and the Queen Mother Party will soon be intensified to the point of irreconcilability, because it has reached the point where the two factions must fight to the death.

The royal party, which has always believed in neutrality, would never survive this battle unless Baron Godfrey made it clear that he would not fulfill Baldwin IV's will to drag Sibyll to marry Balian.

The Crusader countries, who are already seemingly in harmony with each other, will no longer be able to unite.

"The guards can no longer hold on anymore, we must deal with them quickly."

"Prajna, don't worry about my safety. Don't forget that I have the talents of you and Fulin. They won't kill me so easily."

Lothar reminded.

The next moment, the assassins almost unanimously reached into their arms, took out a wooden bottle, and drank the liquid inside.

Veins protruded from their body surfaces, their muscles swelled, and their originally dull faces were immediately filled with strong anger.

That is a vicious spirit that does not hesitate to die together with the enemy.

The aura on them increased dramatically.

The guards, who were originally clumsy, were immediately unable to withstand the attack. If it were not for their superiority in armor and weapons, they would have been killed by the assassins long ago.

Is it a magic potion?

Whether it is speed or strength, these assassins have significantly improved compared to before.

There was an assassin who, even though one of his arms was cut off, was still fighting silently, as if he had completely abandoned the feeling of pain.

At this time, three assassins rushed towards them again. It could be seen that this time, they were trying their best to buy time for their companions.

Tsk-

Lothar's armed sword made a large gash in his opponent's chest, and a large amount of blood seeped out from the torn linen, but he didn't hesitate at all and rushed towards Lothar again.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely be frightened in the face of this menacing enemy.

But Lothar's eyes burst with scarlet light.

The powerful magic power brought by the sixteen points of mental power exploded, and the blood waterfall was fired with all its strength, causing the strength in his arms to increase several times in a short period of time.

Keng——

The sword is broken!

The armed sword chopped off half of the assassin's face, passed through his throat and half of his chest, and then stabbed into the ground without losing its momentum.

It's not that he doesn't want to control the enemy's blood and perform a set of matching combos like Flingilla, but his magic power is limited. After part of it has been consumed in the blood waterfall, he can't use other spells such as Blood Throwing Spear. .

In the rain, the black color of Prajna flew up, and a strong cold aura lingered around him.

The shield whirled like a chain saw, and after several collisions, the angle of the enemy's attack was calculated. When the next time the enemy pounced, the side shield became a blade, splitting the assassin blocking the road in half from the center.

This time, Hans was much more at ease against the enemy.

His exquisite swordsmanship allowed him to easily suppress this fearless assassin. His higher basic attributes than his opponent allowed him to crush him in all aspects and win easily.

At this time, the remaining assassins had just broken through the first line of defense.

"Kill them without leaving any survivors!"

Assassin's assassins are not afraid of death, and it is completely a dream to dig out the mastermind from their mouths.