Chapter 17

"But the church also recognized him as the incarnation of Saint val The retinue hated their king, but tried to defend him. "They also held a grand baptism for him in St. Louis cathedral."

Baron Hearn held the torch, and shook his head with a smile.

He knows his good friends too well, just like most of the Legrand and bressians, they are extremely devout and have a firm trust in the Church It's much more painful to admit that the church lies and deceives people than to accept a tyrant.

However, shortly after the birth of the king, William III, who was always strong, gave way to the church, and the church had a greater say in the appointment and removal of church clergy.

Baron Hearn stopped talking.

He drove the horse forward two more steps, and between the flashes of the fire, something caught his attention.

There was a scarlet figure ahead.

"Watch out."

Baron Hearn did not forget that the king was accompanied by at least five Knights of the oath. With a torch in one hand and a sword in the other, he led the vigilant people forward.

Unexpectedly, they were not attacked at all.

The scarlet shadow is the king's cloak.

It was hanging on a lower tree trunk, slightly shaken by the cold wind, and looked like a king standing here from a distance. The cavalry dispersed around the baron. Baron Hearn reached for his red cloak. Turn to the back of the cloak and there are two holes in it.

It's a little bit down the shoulder and a little bit in the back of the heart.

It seems that his arrow did hit the king.

But the king disappeared, leaving the cloak hanging on the branch.

At this time, the hound found out.

The hound barked low at the ground. Baron Hearn got off his horse, went over, reached out to brush away the thick leaves on the ground, and saw his arrow abandoned here. He picked up the arrow, reached for it, pinched it, and dipped it in the thick scarlet liquid - sure enough, it hit.

"Not far from here, search!"

Baron Hearn stood up and ordered.

The cavalry nodded and dispersed.

The hounds suddenly ran up to the horses, clung to their owners, and made a strange, nervous noise from their throats. It was not like a warning, but rather a great fear. They shudder in the dark in front of the forest.

"What's going on?"

The cavalry looked in horror in the direction of the terrifying hounds.

There was a thick darkness I don't know if it's their illusion. At this moment, the darkness seems to be expanding. It seems that something is waking up a little bit, and then salivates at their uninvited guests What's that?

The horses began to feel uneasy, and the cavalry had to tighten the reins.

"What is that? What is that, my lord? "

Asked the squire in alarm.

Baron Hearn, with his iron arrow and cloak, sprang up and mounted. His steeds were the best of the Legrand horses, but they were trembling at the same time.

"Withdraw!"

A strong sense of crisis swept my heart, Baron Sheehan did not hesitate to give orders.

Almost without the master's whip, the horse ran out of the mysterious Kono forest.

After leaving the Kono forest, the feeling of being watched suddenly disappeared. However, when people looked back at the dark tree trunk, they still had a lingering fear.

"Seal off the forest."

Baron Hearn did not get nothing. He got the king's cloak and iron arrow, and was able to confirm that he had indeed shot the king - which was enough. Cold rain, forest, no medical officer Baron Hearn could not imagine how the king would survive. However, out of caution, he decided to block those places where the forest leads to the road.

"Just..."

Baron sheen pondered and laughed.

"In the name of guarding the royal forest."

The cavalry laughed.

…………

Tick.

Raindrops fall on the mossy ground, and it's wet and cold between breathing.

Baron Hearn's estimation was wrong. The king was not near the tree trunk with his cloak. They went deeper. Almost at the moment when the horse stopped wearily, the king and his knights rolled down from the horse and fell to the ground.

Thanks to the thick moss and fallen leaves, they did not fall out of the new injury.

The king listened for a moment, and the cloak he had left to confuse his eyes should have worked.

The pursuers no longer follow.

The rain stopped at this time, but the place they were in was still very dark. Even after their eyes got used to it, they could only vaguely see the outline of the people around them. They had no torches, they were cold and tired, and they were all wounded.

It was a terrible night.

There was a vow, and the knight said that things would be better when he met someone else at dawn.Hearing this, the king sneered softly and coldly in the dark: "that's really wonderful. You don't need Baron Hearn to do it."

For the Lord's sake, they still hope not to meet other people. Although the forest is also a place of refuge for the hermits, those who prefer the forest to the hermits are often the ferocious thieves and the desperate desperators, either of which is unfavorable to them.

Not to mention the help of the woodcutter.

Like most countries, Legrand's forest law is harsh. The forest belongs to the royal family, and all the creatures in the forest belong to the king. Any felling of trees and undergrowth should be carried out under the supervision of the chief Forest Officer. For those who depend on the forest for a living, it is difficult for them to pay the royal family that allowance.

As a king, purland I was a great exploiter. Before Zhu Chi's rebirth, purland extended the scope of forest law to nearly one third of the territory of Legrand. And the fees are double those of the kings before.

Most people cut trees privately.

It's hard to say what they would do when they found the king when they were in danger.

For a moment, no one dared to speak again.

We all think of the forest law, but at this time, it is no doubt equivalent to criticizing the king.

As a matter of fact, the king was more annoyed by this than anyone else. He gritted his teeth in the dark. After things were settled, his first target was the damned royal forest law.

To hell with the foresters.

"Tell me, your companions..." In the silence, the king spoke, and he paused, "their names, their ages, where they come from - including yourself."

It seems that there will never be such a word as "weak" in his dictionary. Even in the dark, the king's voice was still cold and dignified, which was exactly what he needed at this time.

It reassures the exhausted knights.

Their majesty was born haughty, from birth did not know what "cordiality" is, always shrouded in the eyes and brows of the cutting edge. It makes people feel that your majesty is as cold as the rose badge on his hand. By saying this, he meant that the king remembered their loyalty and sacrifice.

They didn't expect the king to remember that.

There was a moment's silence, and the knight spoke in a low voice. He knew his players better than anyone else.

"Kahn, 17, from Saxony..."

The king interrupted, "who was that?"

The Knight Commander quickly understood what the king meant: "yes, the one who blocked the Bowman."

"Go on."

The king remembered the swearing knight who roared at him in the mud - he was young, with a round face and childish.

"There are two younger sisters in his family. His mother suffered from cold last month..." The king only asked his name, age and where he came from, but the knight had the courage to tell the king about these trivial things. His voice trembled slightly. "He wanted to ask for a week's leave..."

The king did not interrupt him.

The knight's voice calmed down.

He began to talk about his friends, trying to describe their habits as if they had not left. Gradually, other oath Knights joined the conversation.

The king seldom spoke, but the occasional inquiry let them know that he did listen and remember. Their eyes were slightly red.

The knight was the last to talk about himself.

“…… 29、 I'm from the north. " The knight said naturally.

"No

In the dark, the king's voice was emotionless, and it was hard to distinguish between joy and anger.

"You're not from the north."

Some of the lively atmosphere suddenly ended, others were at a loss, did not know what the king meant.

"Yes." "I'm an angel," the knight admitted bitterly

The other oath Knights gasped and realized something.

Angel was a small country conquered by Legrand before, but it repeatedly rebelled and angered the royal family. As early as several hundred years ago, in the criminal law, the anguls were forbidden to occupy land, act as royal officials, and even wear armor The status of the anguls is extremely humble.

However, the knight became the king's pledge knight.

After the secret was revealed, the knight was relieved. He said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, please allow me to escort you back safely. After that, I am willing to accept everything..."

"Don't bother me with unimportant things." The king said coldly, "talk about angel."

The other oath Knights cheered.

He couldn't believe his ears. He tried his best to express his feelings, but the king just interrupted him impatiently and asked him to say what he had to say.

He rattled about the rebellious area shrouded in wildness, which was too excited to make a mess of.The king listened quietly.

This time, he was silent for a long time, until the knight finally calmed down and found something wrong.

"Your Majesty? Your majesty

The king did not answer.

The joy retreated, and the inexplicable fear surged up. The Knight Commander struggled and staggered in the direction of the king.

The rainstorm stopped for a long time, and the unknown moon came out at this time.

The moonlight fell through the crack of the tree trunk, and the knight's breath stopped.

Their king lay not far from them, pale as an ice sculpture.

"Your majesty! Your majesty

Ignoring the pain of his whole body, he cried and rushed to the king. He trembled to test the king's breath, as light as a breeze.

There was a frightening crimson color under the king's shoulders, and the moss was dark brown.

A terrible word appeared in everyone's mind, and they were shocked into a blank.

Ha, ha

Worse things happened.

The light blue fog spread out close to the ground, and the chilling sound of bone collision came from the fog. The Knights sprang up, protecting the king in the middle and holding the sword in their cold, stiff hands.

The sound is getting closer.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

They saw the outline of a carriage in the thick fog.

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