The King of Knights in a Different World

This voice caused Arturia to panic.

She immediately struggled to get off Lucifer, she straightened her appearance to make sure that she did not lose her composure, she was a qualified Ji knight.

Although she is very open-minded when she is alone in private, once outsiders are present, she will firmly stand as a knight and will not back down at all.

Lucifer was also a little embarrassed at this time.

After all, he is a king, and he has to maintain his image in public, even though the relationship between them is well known.

"Ahem! Come in!"

Agguiwen walked in with a calm face, holding a stack of paper in his hand, which recorded the record of the interrogation just now.

Facts have proved that Lucifer and the others' ideas are somewhat redundant.

Ageguiwen didn't pay attention to Artoria at all, he just regarded the girl as a passer-by knight, and now he is staring at Lucifer with all his heart.

"king!"

"Did you get the result?"

"Yes! We have finished interrogating a hundred key people 100, and most of them don't know what happened.

But thirteen of them are the leaders, according to them, they received a lot of money from a mysterious person to instigate this small town."

Agguiwen came to the desk, and he put the documents in Lucifer's hand.

Then return to its original position.

"What's the purpose?"

Lucifer asked while looking at the file.

"The target is the girl named Joan of Arc. According to Fefar, who was the most rude prisoner before, the black cloaks specifically wanted Joan to be besieged by the townspeople and burnt to death.

It's like dealing with a witch.

That person also said that the other party still has follow-up instructions, but they need to complete this part to know.”

"It seems that although Joan of Arc is a part of their plan, it is only the first step.

Have you found the mastermind behind the scenes?"

This is what Lucifer is most concerned about.

Those people are just pawns in other people's hands. If you don't find those... behind the scenes, the same thing will happen again.

no.67 Even if I die...it smells so good

Facing Lucifer's question, Agguiwen already had an answer, and he even took action.

"I've just sent Jekyll's to search every house, but found nothing.

I suspect those people are not from this small town.

The lockdown of the town now will certainly put them on their guard and they may not come back."

"Won't come back? Maybe.

Since they can do this kind of thing, they will naturally have their own escape route.

Aggressive, wait a minute and find a way to get that... Furfar out."

At this time, Lucifer had already read the document in his hand, he put down the stack of papers, and made a certain decision.

"get out"

"Yeah, make it more realistic.

Let him think that he escaped with his own strength, so that he will definitely contact the people behind him after escaping.

When I showed up to stop him before, he obviously knew that my identity was not simple, but he was still there: insisting on making big words.

I don't think he didn't give himself a way out."

"The king meant to send someone to follow him, and use him as a pointer to find those behind him"

Aggressive text quickly understood what Lucifer meant.

"That's right! This is called throwing stones to ask for directions. Maybe you can think of other ways if you can't get information from interrogation."

"Follow the teachings of the king."

After finishing speaking, the black knight had stepped back, and he was about to set up traps for catching mice.

At night, the knights seemed to relax after a busy day.

In a prison temporarily converted from a private warehouse, several figures are slowly moving.

With the blade hidden in his boot, Furfar cut the rope that bound him.

Under the gaze of other companions, he untied the ropes of these people one by one.

At this point they are faced with two choices, one is to find a way to sneak away, and the other is to kill the guards outside the door and escape from the front.

"Rul, aren't you a magician? There are only four knights outside now. Can you find a way to kill them secretly, and then we can escape."

Fefar whispered to his companions beside him.

The brown-haired and bearded man who was asked had an expression of you kidding me.

"Furfar, your jokes are not funny at all.

The knights outside are all regular soldiers, and they are the most elite knights under the king's command. For a low-level magician like me, they can hit ten with one hand."

Although he is also a magician, but he belongs to the kind... the kind that makes a living by juggling...

The knights of the regular army instinctively have very high magic resistance, not to mention the magic flow or magic burst skills on their bodies can blow away many spells with low magic power.

Coupled with the equipment of the regular army, the charge of such a group of knights is... a nightmare for magicians.

Of course, that kind of... top masters can be ignored.

However, it's definitely not his kind of low-level existence.

Next to him was another barbaric alcoholic who spoke, and he tried to lower his voice for fear of being overheard.

"Furfar, you bastard, didn't you say everything was going well.

Why did the king suddenly come to the town? I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense."

"right!"

Another person came out to join in.

"How do I know I'm just being weird too."

As long as they are still there: When in doubt, a young man named Hitt stood up.

He whispered to the crowd secretly.

"Guys, I know how to sneak out"

"real"

"Say it!"

"Say no problem.

But shall we talk about the price first?"

"You still want money at this time, you are blackmailing!"

Fefar had an urge to strangle the bastard in front of him.

But this man is obviously a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

"You still have the face to say, if it weren't for you, how could we have been locked up here.

Maybe it will be our turn to be burned to death when the king investigates and finds out what happened tomorrow.

I just want money now, and I will go to other places to live if I go out."

Yes, these people may be dying soon.

He doesn't care what's going on.

Since... he might die anyway, he might as well take a gamble.

If they dare to kill people here, at most he will die earlier, if not, maybe he can still get money.

"How did I hear that people in Wangcheng like to use guillotines?"

Another person spoke softly.

"Zi! That's not more scary"

"I don't want to go to the guillotine."

...a moment of panic reigned around them.

Seeing the appearance of others, Fefar still chose to give money.

He knows very well that if he does not give, he may encounter one of the most painful things in life.

People die, money is not spent.

"Say, how much!"

he spoke.

"One gold coin per person, thank you for your patronage."

Hitt had just finished speaking when a thin man beside him spoke.

"I have no money!"

He has spent all his money before, and now he really has no money on him.

"Then you won't let him pay for you? It's all this guy's fault. He got the most, and now he wants us to go to the guillotine."

Hitt's proposal aroused everyone's approval.

"That's right! He should pay for everything."

Everyone spoke.

This time, it was Fefar's turn to face a majority vote.

"you......"

"Whether you give it or not, we will kill you now, anyway...we are already dying."

Ruhr immediately threatened.

Facing the crowd approaching step by step, Fefar regretted untying the ropes of these people so early.

But now is obviously not the time for a conflict, he resisted the urge to die.

"Okay! You guys have the guts:! But I don't have that much money with me. I have to wait until I escape to my house to get it."

A dozen gold coins is not a small amount, it is enough for an ordinary family to live a fulfilling year.

These people also know very well that ordinary people will not carry this huge sum of money.

"no problem.

Let's go together."

After negotiating the conditions, Hitt led everyone to a pile of weeds at the corner of the warehouse.

He slowly pushed aside the large pile of hay, and removed a few stones on the ground in the corner, and finally saw a special small door.

This is what he said earlier about the escape route.

"This is!"

Fefar froze in place.

"This is my former warehouse, and my big dog often comes in and out through this small door.

After the big dog disappeared, I sealed it up, but I didn’t expect it to work now.”

Hitt said the truth with a proud face.

"That's your good idea to drill a dog hole"