Mercenaries and Adventurers

After all, what the three of them did in this Shuiche Village before was, to put it seriously, coercion of others and theft of villagers' property.

In some remote villages, if outsiders do this, they should be beaten to death by the villagers.

Of course, their own explanation for their behavior is to dig out unclaimed lost objects in uninhabited villages. As for the five old people who were barely living in the 'uninhabited village', they were not taken seriously by these three young people at all.

If things go well, these old people might survive until the war is over and the fleeing villagers return home. In such an emergency, there is a high probability that these elderly people will be secretly killed because they accused the three young people of committing crimes.

In fact, if it weren't for Courage Maomao to take action, things would have gone on like this.

The bald young man did not stay under the skylight of the house at this moment. He knew that there was no point in resisting like this when facing dozens of people outside the house. But he didn't want to die either. The other party claimed to be a knight. If he went out to surrender, the knight might directly execute them both.

Turning his cunning eyes, the bald head saw several old people still blocking the wooden door of the house, arguing about whether to open the door.

Maybe this can be an opportunity to escape?

Before he could think any further, the bald young man strode towards the several old men in the argument, grabbed an old man's clothes, and easily lifted the thin, short old man up with one hand.

The sharp dagger was pressed against the old man's skinny neck by the bald head. In the unbelievably shocked eyes of the other four old men, the bald head shouted towards the door: "People outside, listen, I don't care who you are! I have it in my hand now." There are five old people from this waterwheel village, and they will serve as my hostages. If you don't care about these people, then I will kill them before committing suicide. If you and your people want to talk, there is a chance to get a The treasures left behind by the villagers before they fled!"

The other young man in the room was stunned at this time. He didn't expect that his companion would do this. How dare he?

And is his companion crazy? Do people outside have anything to do with this?

"You are crazy, this will kill us! Surrender! I surrender! I want to go out and surrender!"

The young man yelled loudly, and the guilt of accidentally 'killing' another companion made him unable to accept everything at this time. He didn't care whether there was a 'monster' outside the house or what, as long as he could get rid of all this, what would he do? Everyone is willing to do it.

The old people looked frightened. They did not expect that the most dangerous thing was not the strangers outside the house, but these young people who had gone astray. These days, these young people come to the village to dig out various items buried by the villagers before they left. The old people advised them at that time, but these few people have already been confused by the various furniture and valuable ornaments dug out.

Now he has made the same mistake again and again. He had discovered a large group coming from the other side of the village and wanted to kill these old guys to avoid being accused of crimes. But it was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a 'monster'.

The old people thought at that time that with the pressure from the 'monsters', the two young people could turn around and everyone would be united. Just like these old people who united together from the empire decades ago when they were young, they passed through a long trial and came to this new kingdom of mankind.

But what disappointed them was that under the pressure of the unknown situation, the two remaining young people in the room were not only disunited, but one even became more violent and showed his fierceness, while the other simply collapsed and shouted for surrender.

The above thoughts were subconsciously realized in a moment. The four old people blocking the door looked at each other and sighed.

Under the glare of the bald young man, they helped each other stand up, then got out of the way of the wooden door and opened it.

Leave your fate to the unknown stranger outside the door, good or bad.

-

Kil didn't take the so-called hostages in the house seriously at all. He was about to kick open the closed door when the fire-burned wooden door in front of him opened on its own.

"Oh, let me see what's going on inside."

With a smile on his face, Kiel pressed his hands to the armed people behind him, and then strode in.

This house was not completely destroyed in the fire that destroyed the entire village, but it was severely damaged. The roof was black, but it is estimated that the things that could have been burned in the house were buried in the yard by the family before they fled. Therefore, when the flames were raging, the house located in the center of the village was not completely burned down.

As soon as Keir entered the door, he saw a young man lying softly on the ground, shouting that he wanted to surrender and accept punishment.

As soon as the door opened, the young man wanted to crawl out of the house.

Keir raised his foot and stepped on the young man, firmly stepping on the ground: "Where do you want to go?"

The young man struggled for a moment and found that the force on his back was even heavier, so he gave up climbing out of the house. Instead, he licked his face that was stained and blackened by charcoal, and said flatteringly: "I surrender, I surrender, no matter what you ask me to do." It doesn’t matter, as long as you don’t kill me, please!”

Kil snorted coldly and did not answer the man's words. He glanced around the room.

The four old men stood aside supporting each other, staring blankly at Kiel who walked in. After seeing Kiel's equipment clearly, they looked at each other with confusion and embarrassment.

Then he held the bald head of an old man hostage. This guy was quite panicked. After Keir entered the house, he held the old man and backed away from the door of the house.

His dagger was pressed tightly against the old man's neck, and his eyes, full of anger and helplessness, kept looking back and forth between the old man who opened the door and Kil who walked into the house.

The old man who was held hostage did not dare to move at all, nor did he dare to say any unnecessary words. He could only look at the strange knight who entered the door with a smile on his face.

"You just said that you have five hostages? Do you still want to talk to me based on the hostages?"

Kil crossed his arms, pushed back hard with his left foot, and kicked the young man stepping on the ground out.

"Catch this man and tie him up!"

Kiel spoke the order indifferently, and then several armed people outside the house went up to suppress the young man who was kicked out of the house.

Seeing this scene, the bald man swallowed in fear. The old man he held hostage chuckled.

Keir then waved to the four old people in the other room: "You also go out and tie your hands first."

"Sir? We are villagers of Shuiche Village!"

An old man wanted to argue, but Kil snorted coldly: "It seems that someone said something bad about me just now, and I heard it."

As soon as he said this, the four old men had no choice but to look at the old man who was being held hostage with regret, and then carefully walked out from Kiel's side. As soon as they went out, their arms were tied again by Kiir's armed people.

After everyone was gone, Keir walked around casually in the house that had not been burned by fire.

He simply pretended that the person being held hostage and the person being held hostage did not exist.

Shaking the beautiful new cloak behind him, Kil asked the other two nervous people in the room: "What do you think of my cloak? Does it look good?"

The bald man was too nervous to speak. His teeth were chattering, but his lips were tightly closed. This was the last sign of this guy's stubbornness. Although he is bad, he will not beg for anything like his other companion.

"Don't answer? Can I just kill you two? You don't respect me very much."

"Huh?" The kidnapped old man was shocked. He thought the young knight was here to save him, but in the end, he killed them both because he didn't answer whether the bullshit cloak looked good or not?

The bald man was also frightened. At this time, he completely felt a helpless feeling that life and death were not in his hands.

Although he was stubborn, he didn't want to die.

"looks great."

The bald man stuttered back.

Kil looked at the kidnapped old man: "Old man, what do you think? Does my cloak look good?"

The old man didn't know the young knight's path, whether he was good or evil, good or bad, so he could only reply: "It's very beautiful, better than, uh, better than the cloak of the lord of the village."

"Really? That's not bad. I just bought it in a high-end store in Dorne Town. It's the work of a well-known craftsman."

Kil spun in a circle, then casually lifted up his steel visor, revealing his face: "So, what are this village and you people doing?"

"Um?"

"ah?"

Both of them were stunned.

"I was passing by here with the people. I wanted to supply supplies along the village. I didn't expect that the villages so close to Dorne Town were all burned to ashes. Who did this? Is it you?"

The bald man was shocked when asked by the knight. He could not afford such a serious crime as setting fire to the village. According to the kingdom's laws, those who committed such a serious crime would be trampled to death by the horses.

Where there are no horses, they will be trampled back and forth by the people until they are trampled to pieces.

"It's not me! This shabby village was already like this when we came here! We, we just came to make a fortune, we didn't dare to do anything."

The bald man answered hastily, fearing that if he spoke a second too late, he would be killed by the knight in front of him.

Although this knight didn't show any skills at this time.

But the feeling that he could take his life at any time was not fake.

Keir looked at the kidnapped old man and said, "Did you old people do that? You were too old to act clumsily, so you started a fire and burned down the village?"

The old man had a mournful face: "No way! It's not us. Some time ago, more than ten priests came. They ordered the village before they left. We talked to them before they left, but Those people didn't pay attention to us at all. Fortunately, we old guys were so diligent in making food to entertain them."

Kil smacked his lips: "More than ten priests? From which god's church?"

The old man's answer surprised him: "They are from the Church of Saturn. Damn, they are not from the local church. I know, the accent is a bit strange! Did the villagers flee and abandon their fields, which angered the adults?"

Kil frowned and walked around the room minding his own business, completely treating the other two people in the room as nothing.

The bald man was still confused at first, but seeing that the young knight was completely lost in thought because of the old man's words, he breathed quickly, moved his legs slightly with his back to the other end of the room, and secretly moved towards the door of the room.

The old man realized something, and just when he was about to speak, the bald man pressed the side metal of the dagger against the old man's neck. The cold metal made the old man shut his mouth in awe.

The bald man moved his feet inch by inch, his breathing becoming more rapid as he got closer to the door that filled the room with light.

It was just a little bit closer. As long as he reached that place, he could leave the old man hostage and escape.

It doesn't matter if there are soldiers outside the door. He can shout a lie to attract the soldiers' attention to the knight thinking inside the room.

It can work. Such a method will definitely work!

The last bit.

at last--! ! !

As a result, a hand stretched out silently, grabbed the bald head's dagger, and held it tightly in his hand.

The bald man was stunned, and then he fiercely twitched the dagger, hitting the old man and the young knight who came over at some point. It just so happens that this knight's face is not covered by armor. When attacking here, he must cover it.

But when he drew the dagger, the dagger in his hand did not move at all. No matter how hard he tried, the dagger could not move.

"Ride, Sir Knight, I'm sorry, please spare me..."

One moment, the bald man was fiercely pulling out a dagger, trying to hit someone. The next moment, the guy was filled with tears, begging for mercy from Keir.

Kil remained unmoved, moved his left hand slightly to keep the dagger away from the held old man, and pushed the old man away with his right hand.

"You, what can I say?"

Kil shook his head. As a result, while Kil shook his head and spoke, the bald man was pleading with tears and runny nose. The next moment, his expression changed. He arrogantly let go of the dagger he was controlling, and grabbed the knife on the knight's left waist with both hands. Glowing sword.

"Hahahahaha...ha, ah???"

Before he could finish his arrogant smile, he felt completely embarrassed.

Because he put both hands together and tried his best, but he couldn't pull out the sword from the knight's waist even a little bit.

"Is it fun?"

The bald man was dumbfounded, and his whole body trembled when he realized something.

"You haven't played before, have you?"

Kil threw the iron dagger aside and held the bald head's hands with a sincere expression.

"Look, this sword is used like this. You can't just pull it out. You see it's glowing. It's obviously a very powerful weapon. So, there is a trick to using this weapon. You have to recite a spell. "

The bald man's crotch was wet, and his whole body was trembling. He didn't know what to do, so he could only follow the knight's words and said: "Yes, yes, Lord Knight."

"Come, say with me: 'Akuna Matata'. This is a magical mantra, very ancient."

The bald young man stumbled over his mouth and learned with difficulty: "A, Aku, wu wu..."

"Don't cry, let's do it again, listen carefully: 'Akunamatata'."

The bald young man sniffed and shed tears as he chanted: "Akuna, Matata."

Kil held up his hands and pulled out the hunting sword. Sure enough, the long sword emitting white light came out of its sheath. However, the weight of the sword still shocked the bald man. He was grabbed by the knight's hands and could barely pull out the sword halfway.

As a result, before it could be completely drawn out, Kil's hand loosened and the long sword slipped back into its scabbard.

"Oops, a mistake. But it doesn't matter. I've given the spell to you. How about you try to pull it out and play with it by yourself?"

Kil's face was still sincere, but even if he had mastered the so-called 'spell', Baldhead didn't dare to draw his sword at the moment, and his whole body was frozen in place.

"Are you timid? Hey, what a pity. I originally planned to spare you if you could pull out this heavy sword of mine and lift it above your head. No matter what happened before or what happened just now."

The bald man's eyes lit up, and he suddenly looked up at Kil's face. Kil blinked and nodded affirmatively.

He didn't seem to be joking.

Taking a deep breath, the bald man seemed to have found a chance to live. He forced his body not to tremble, and grasped the handle of the long sword again with both hands, and then froze.

"What's wrong? Did you forget the spell?"

The bald head nodded slightly. He didn't dare to say anything at this time.

"Let me give you a start, Acuna..."

The bald man's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Akunamatata!!!!"

Then he struggled to draw his sword, whether he was raising the knight's sword over his head to beg the knight to spare his life, or just drawing the sword and thrusting it out to give the hateful knight who humiliated him a good look.

But all the thoughts at this moment were just in vain.

The bald head roared loudly, but the sword remained motionless in its scabbard.

He seemed to be holding a breath in his chest, which made this guy's face and head turn red. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He could only look at the face of the knight in front of him with a bad smile.

-

Kil used all his strength to pry open the bald man's sword-holding hand, took two steps back, and then smoothly pulled out the long sword with its blade wrapped in white light with one hand without chanting any nonsense spells to tease others.

Then he thrust his sword straight into the bald head's eyes.

But it was just a false stab to scare people, but it seemed to have caused great damage to the bald head. The guy groaned and fell straight backwards on the ground full of black ash in the room.

His eyes were still open, but he was stunned from fear.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Kil was laughing to death, and the hunting sword in his hand hummed and vibrated with dissatisfaction. It seemed that he didn't like the owner using it to tease people like this. It was a bloodthirsty weapon that wanted to fight and see blood, not give it to the owner. Add laughter to boring days.

"It's just for fun, don't take it seriously."

Sheathing the sword, Kil glanced at the unconscious bald man lying on the ground, curled his lips and kicked him out of the room.

"Tie him up, tie up his hands and feet. This is a bad guy."

"Yes sir."

The armed people outside the door responded in unison. They were about to die laughing just now. They had seen the knights of Kiel fight, and they all knew what spells the knights had to use on their weapons.

What the armed people didn't know was that Keir actually had magic weapons that required spells and passwords to use.

It's just that in the chaotic and noisy environment of the battle the night before, no one really heard every whisper of Kiel's words.