"At least thirty cavalrymen broke through the gate. From the open space of the manor to the dungeon, there are traces of fierce fighting everywhere."
In the Vinegrass Manor, the knight under the banner of the tricolor iris, the Lord Seychelles in the turquoise patterned plate armor frowned, and caressed the iron gate of the manor that was deformed by the impact.
Many knights around him spread out, searching for the corpse-strewn but deserted manor, trying to find any clues.
Only Lord Seychelles with thinning hair said cautiously:
"A large-scale battle broke out between the two sides. At least half an hour ago, this place was probably in chaos. Obviously, the blood clans lost the battle, and the corpses on the ground were only blood slaves. number reported."
"Judging from the wounds on the corpse, the other party used high-purity silver weapons. They came prepared."
"The blood of the Corleone family is gone. If they were not wiped out and took their bodies, they were captured alive, or escaped, or even a combination of the three. In any case, we don't have to worry about what they hide. The secret of the world—if it falls into the hands of the enemy, it will be destroyed without a trace."
But either situation is very bad - Seychelles' heart sank, and with his right hand wearing an iron glove, he stroked his few remaining hair.
Another voice came from behind: "The only good news is that the Duke didn't intend to use them, so they don't know our plans and actions."
I saw the well-groomed Lord Cassian—another knight with a title, standing up from the corpse of a blood slave on the ground and looking towards Seychelles.
"It's my fault. I'll go and apologize to the Duke later." The well-groomed Cassian knight had a terribly gloomy expression, but this noble knight did not shirk his responsibility. He said solemnly and emotionally:
"It was I who ignored the large group of cavalry that I found on the road. Now it seems that they were the ones who raided the Vinegrass Manor. If we had marched at full speed, we might have been able to stop them."
But Seychelles didn't think so. His intuition told him that this team of cavalry raiding the Grass Manor was very strange. Even if they intercepted the team, they might not have any good results.
Even though both he and Cassian are End Knights of the Extreme Realm.
But Seychelles knows that now is not the time to hit his friend. He is already full of self-blame for the mistakes caused by his previous negligence.
"Two problems need to be resolved urgently." Seychelles glanced across the mottled walls of the manor and walked into the house.
"First, who are they?"
"Second, why did they come here?"
Cassian followed his friend into the hall. Even though he could smell the bloody smell before, when he saw the bloody scene in the hall, he still couldn't help turning his face away.
Unlike Seychelles, who worked as a mercenary in the Eastern Continent and lived with a knife every day, Cassien's background is much better than his colleagues. Back then, when the old duke personally named him a knight, he was still a top-notch swordsman of the end who had just completed his training in the Tower of End, a boy with a bright future.
After he became an extreme knight, Cassian hadn't endured bloody events outside of the tournament for too long.
"Let's send people to set out now. If we search in all directions, we may be able to catch the clues of these cavalry." Cassian looked at the blood-drained corpse on the table in disgust, and said with a frown:
"If they belong to a certain family, then taking advantage of the opportunity to enter the various noble manors in Dongcheng District is the best cover."
But his colleague, Lord Seychelles shook his head, thinking of the rabbits running around on the Pentium grasslands of the Eastern Continent. No matter how many ingenious traps the herdsmen of the Kiseli tribe set, they would always find a way to survive.
Their natural enemies are only those sky falcons that soar in the sky and have a panoramic view of everything.
Seychelles followed the bloodstains and walked towards the dungeon.
He objected: "We've already made a high profile. Send people to track down the manors in Dongcheng District? After we offend the entire upper class of the stars, we will probably be able to find their clues."
"Since we can't grasp their identities, we can only figure out why they came." Cassian held up an unextinguishable lamp, covered his mouth and nose, and cursed this group of vampires who were insatiable in their appetites. Walking down the bloody-smelling dungeon on the stone ladder, a hazy voice echoed between the dark walls:
"This is a temporary residence lent to the Blood Bottle Gang to entertain and hide the masters of the Corleone family, but neither Nekla nor Corleone can be seen."
"Behind the Blood Bottle Gang are us and the Cullen family. This is an open secret in the circle. As for the support of the Corleone family, we have always been in secret contact. Once they are discovered, they may follow the clues to our plan."
"All the families that participated in the 'New Star' knew about the plan to some extent, it's nothing to worry about," Lord Seychelles, who walked in the thick bloody air, didn't feel any difference, calmly analyzed: " I have already sent someone to report to His Majesty the Duke, and the contact of the Blood Bottle Gang will come soon. But what secret is the Corleone family hiding that will attract such a group of people?"
Cassian held up the unextinguishable lamp, tried his best to maintain his appearance, stopped in a ruin in the dungeon, and looked around suspiciously.
It can be seen that this ruin was originally a prison cell, but at this moment it has completely changed:
It seems to have experienced terrible damage. The iron fences, chains, and wall stones were all broken into fine pieces, which were scattered all over the limited cell.
It's like someone chopped it into pieces.
"The dungeon is also the blood bank of the blood clan." Seychelles said coldly: "It seems that some people don't like this place very much."
"Whether it's a vampire, a blood bottle gang, or even an intruder, why would they destroy the dungeon like this? To vent their anger?" Cassian asked puzzled.
"They didn't destroy the dungeon." Seychelles picked up a small black piece of mysterious stone material engraved with some strange patterns and characters, with a solemn face: "This is a prison cell—I'm afraid, it was locked here A certain scary character got out of trouble, and the group of cavalry who rushed in cooperated with him to 'clean' the bloody manor."
If Thales was here, I'm afraid he would applaud this thin-haired knight: his guess is infinitely close to the truth.
"This level of shattering," Cassian exclaimed, frowning tightly, looking at the degree of destruction of the dungeon, "Only a master in the extreme realm can do it."
"No." Seychelles' eyes suddenly became extremely strange. He held the mysterious black bulk material in his hand and said:
"From its shape, this stone is probably part of a certain shackle."
"I suspect that it is this shackle that locked that mysterious person."
The next moment, he threw the black stone in his left hand into the air.
Seychelles' eyes sharpened, and the cross guard saber on his left waist was unsheathed instantly.
The clear and sharp sword edge cut across the mysterious black stone.
At that moment, there was no sound.
A second later, invisible, invisible ripples flowed through the narrow dungeon as the air squeezed.
A deep giant crack was torn on the surrounding walls!
Cassian behind him nodded in admiration. This perfect sword blended precision, speed and ingenuity just right, even if it was "Flower of the Fortress", it was nothing more than that.
The sound of the sword cutting the stone finally came.
"Clang!"
The voice was clear and crisp, with sparks flying everywhere.
"Boom!"
The strong wind caused by swinging the sword can barely reach my ears at this time.
I saw Seychelles' sword's imposing manner, and a piece of earth and stone fell from the four walls. Wherever the strong wind went, the cell was suddenly filled with dust!
The indelible lamp in Cassian's hand was instantly extinguished by the strong wind.
The strong wind disappeared.
Seychelles remained expressionless, and his saber was sheathed.
Cassian covered his mouth and nose. Although he hated the dust, he still turned on the permanent lamp again, bent down, and rummaged through the dirt and rocks.
When Cassian brought the black mysterious stone in front of Seychelles, the two looked at each other.
The two ultimate knights saw surprise and fear in each other's eyes.
The black stone that had been cut by the sword of the extreme master was lying in Cassien's hands intact and unharmed at this moment.
The two were silent for a long time, until Cassian spoke with difficulty:
"It seems that I was wrong again, this level of destructive power—"
Cassian with a livid face turned his head and looked at the shattered prison cell with disbelief on his face:
"Even the extreme masters can't do it!"
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Eleven o'clock in the evening.
In the bedroom on the third floor of Mindis Hall, as the protagonist of the discussion between the two extreme knights in the Grass Manor, Thales, who had to get off his clothes and became tidy again, was sitting awkwardly on the bed.
He stared blankly at the forty-something-year-old palace lady in front of him, who was still charming and had a beauty mole on her mouth—teaching others.
It's a pity - Thales thought - it would be nice if he was more gentle.
"This is the heir to the kingdom you look after?"
"Are you all barbarians?"
"What His Majesty entrusted to you is his blood! The future of the stars! It's not the gray monitor lizard that can live on the island!"
"You guys can't even take care of the gray monitor lizard well!"
The majestic court lady was using a domineering roar to reprimand the two most trusted subordinates of His Majesty the King, Earl Gilbert Castle and the guard Yodel Cato, but the latter two bowed their heads obediently and accepted Her reprimand.
"His daily diet is breaded beef? Do you know that he is growing up!"
"Have you ever bathed him? Don't tell me that washing him with clean water is called washing!"
"Can't you see that the wounds all over his body need careful care? Bandages? What is that?"
"You haven't taught him how to dress properly? Don't use the lack of time as an excuse!"
"What kind of bedding did you find for him? This kind of quilt and pillow are simply child killers!"
"You actually forbid him to appear in the open air? Do you know how important sunlight is to growth!"
"Safe? Don't make excuses! Wasn't he also taken away under your noses when he was indoors?"
"Arrange that little vampire girl's room a hundred meters away! What? There's no room like this? Then dig it out for me right away!"
"From tomorrow, except for protection and teaching, you keep me ten meters away from him!"
"You two useless men!"
After a long while, when Jine's angry lecture was over, she drove the two "useless men" out of Thales' room ("Go and prepare everything on the list for me right away!"——Jenny) , turned around suddenly.
Terrified, Thales, who was drinking from a glass and watching the show on the bed, shrank back half a meter.
Looking at Jini's stern gaze, the traveler thought of his former high school head teacher.
But Ji Ni just looked at Thales hesitantly and complicatedly, and finally sighed softly.
She forced a smile, and tried her best to say softly:
"Don't be afraid, Thales."
"You are safe now, and you will always be safe."
"During the month you've been in Mendis Hall, I'll be in charge of your daily life."
Thales swallowed a mouthful of water, nodded: "Thank you, uh—"
Jinny took his words lightly:
"I'm Ginny Bakeway, first-class court lady, your father's loyal friend, subject, and... um, how should I put it..." Having said this, Jine paused for a moment, as if she was thinking about something.
But she still raised her brows, as if "I thought of what word to use", and said decisively:
"...and his lover."
Thales didn't hold back, and sprayed a mouthful of water on the bed.
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On a road not far from Mindis Hall, Yodel appeared in the void, and knelt down on one knee in front of a strong and burly figure.
"You should go in and have a look." Jodl said hoarsely.
But the robust figure just kept silent.
Finally, he looked up at the lights in the room on the third floor, then turned around decisively, and left surrounded by a group of elite guards covered in silver armor.
Only the lonely figure of the masked guard was left, kneeling under the moonlight.