v4 Chapter 105： , Freezing rain

Seeing the commander's order, the knights on both sides no longer hesitated, and immediately rushed forward. But how could Roger be easily caught here? As the seventh knight, his skill is not comparable to those of the little country knights who don't even have a knight system. Just two or three hands, the four knights in this office all fell down and passed out one after another.

"You... dare to resist?"

The Premo Knight, who was woven with anger and sadness to destroy his soul, opened his eyes angrily and walked out of his seat. He slowly drew out the sword in his hand, facing this disobedient "prisoner", he was about to get started.

"Hold on, brother, I know...I understand you too. You are in a bad mood now. You urgently need someone to vent your anger and hatred. I understand this very well."

Roger withdrew two steps backwards and waved his hands again and again. After seeing this scene, the bread on the side also laughed, stood in the middle of the two men, hurriedly wrote something down, and then raised the card.

"This uncle, aunt, I think the two of you are really dizzy. Roger is a good person, you should know that? How can he say that he did it without any evidence? He loves your son very much, you should be very clear about this."

Roger nodded repeatedly when he saw the words in Bread's hand, he couldn't help raising a little hope in his heart.

but……

Snapped

The Premo Knight slapped the tablet in the bread hand to the ground, looking at her indifferently.

"Miss, while I'm still reasonable, I hope you won't mess with me again. You and this mercenary are now in the same group. Believe it or not, I will arrest you together?"

The bread was taken aback, picked up the writing board on the ground and wrote--

"why is it like this? Lord Knight, are you calm? The pain of mourning is indeed painful, but it is at this time that you need your calm."

"I said I don't want to see you stop in front of me anymore, hear you"

Once again, the writing board in Bread's hand was blown away. And this time it was not only the writing board, but also Bread himself.

She was slapped directly on the shoulder by Premo, and she hit the wall next to her like a kite, her back hurt. However, Bread couldn't take care of so much, and immediately struggled to stand up, endure the pain, and looked at the situation in this office.

"Roger, if you still have the dignity of being a former knight, then go to the cell below and stay in the cell. I promise you a fair trial."

Facing his elder brother who is now almost crazy, Roger kept retreating...but very, his retreat was blocked by the wall, and he could not retreat.

"Brother... why don't you believe me? Without being a knight...do you even have the desire to believe in your younger brother...?"

Premo took another step again, his eyes cold: "Our Williams family has served for the Bucks Empire for generations. This has become the glory of our family. The glory of being a knight. In the history of our family, it has never appeared. He was deprived of the title of knight. You are the first."

Roger lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and was silent.

"I'm afraid you will never understand the huge shame you brought to our family. This shame and the death of my son make me feel extremely sad. A person who has lost the glory of a knight is no longer qualified to talk about trust and distrust. , Rather than believing in you, a mercenary...I am willing to trust my own judgment."

Finally, Roger came to an end. He looked at his aggressive brother, and then at Mrs. Williams who was glaring at him. Thinking of the journey of returning to the hometown that should be regarded as oneself has become so riddled with holes, thinking of the identity that should be respected, but now it is so contemptuous to think of these and those, thinking of all he should and should not think Something...and then...

"Brother, actually... you have always misunderstood me."

"Ah ah ah ah---"

Bread, called out. She ran over to pick up the clipboard and wrote.

"I said that I was a mercenary, that I was out of the noble team of knights, and that I was willing to fall. In fact, all of these are..."

Bread hurriedly finished writing, and immediately yelled and raised the card in his hand

"Do not say"

However, she was still a step late after all.

"Lied to you"

Suddenly, the Premo Knight Commander, who had cold eyes, slammed his eyes, and Mrs. Williams behind her also opened her mouth, unable to even weep.

"I am not a mercenary, and I have not been expelled from the knights. In fact...I was promoted. Brother, I am also like you now, a knight belonging to the Seventh Knights and my Majesty is already considering me. Once I am given the title of knighthood, my journey as a knight will be smoother.”

Roger stretched out his hand, spread it out, and again, shouted loudly--

"I am not a shame, not a rubbish, scumbag, I am still as good as before, and I am still as good as before. Not only I am a knight, but the people who walk with me are all knights. We are going as a secret team. The Fang Empire is preparing for the upcoming battle between the Human Alliance and Fang Orcs"

With that, Roger directly stretched his hand into his arms, took out the knight emblem, and stood in front of the Premo Knight.

"This is my badge, hand-issued by Your Majesty. Can you see what is counterfeit? In addition, I also brought documents, seals and so on. If you see any difference, you can Use this to arrest me. But I believe that you will never find any flaws on this. Because I am a true and complete seventh Cavaliers of the Bucks"

The writing board in Bread's hand was put down.

She sighed and shook her head slowly, not ready to say anything.

On the contrary, after taking the badge, the Premo Knight who took a closer look at the younger brother in front of him couldn't help but change his eyes, and his eyes were a little different.

"You...really become the seventh knight?"

"Huh, of course. And, this time, I was sent out to perform special secret missions as jīnying. I also told Vito about this, and he was very happy at the time. No matter how I think about it, I can't be because If the language is not compatible, throw him directly into the water as soon as you level up?"

After showing the knight badge, Premo Knight’s hypothetical reason was naturally lost at this moment. The knight apologized to Roger first, and assumed corresponding etiquette for his recklessness.

"But... if it wasn't for you, who did this thing? We also said that our son was really happy for a while and came to the lake to play, and then... finally fell down?"

Roger sighed while holding his chin, and said--

"Well... Brother, are you sure? There are no other footprints besides his own footprint where Vito slipped? In other words, there is really no third person on the scene? He really... is I accidentally died by accident?"

The Premo Knight shook his head. At this moment, he who had lost his primary suspicious target suddenly looked much older. The knight sighed, waved his hand, and said, "I... don't know... I'm very lun, so I can't calm down at all... Roger, my brother. You are responsible for helping me scout first. See if there is any other evidence to prove this. After the proof is over... Whether it is accident or murder, come and give me an accurate answer. Okay?"

Roger nodded and agreed. At the moment he agreed, the burden on his shoulders also increased a lot.

Seeing this, the bread quietly backed out. Judging from the current situation, her hands are no longer needed here. Everything is calm, the contradictions between the brothers have been reconciled, and they are moving forward for the same purpose...

...

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In the middle of the night, the sound of rain outside the window continued to patter.

Roger led a small team given to him by his brother and continued to shuttle through the streets and alleys, searching for witnesses.

But in a newspaper in the small town, the clicking sound of typing was clear and loud.

In the dark room, only one light was on. The lighting range of the light is very limited, if you do more, you can only reflect the haggard face.

Mrs. Williams... This mother, who lost her son in an instant this morning, now seems to be escaping, working desperately. She wants to make all the information she collects public. It's not just a question of Roger's identity, but also Fangs and Bucks. Of course, the big front-page headline is the incident in front of me that I don't know when the case can be solved, sending out a lot of prison.

"Uuuuu...u weep."

The tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Mrs. Williams licked her nose, wiped the tears from her eyes, and leaned back in the chair.

She didn't want to visit her son in the hospital morgue. Instead of looking at the child's body, the mother was willing to brand the child's health in her mind. Then, as long as you think of it, you can think of it anytime, anywhere, and reminisce.

Unconsciously, the night is already deep...

The sparse rain outside the window seemed to symbolize her mood at the moment.

Depressed, irritable, painful, sad. But there is no joy. This feeling... is so empty and lonely.

"Are you still busy?"

With the same haggard face, the Knight Premo came to his wife's side.

"Well... this makes me feel better..."

Mrs. Williams continued to type, staring blankly at the letters falling down on the typewriter, and said.

"cough………………"

Premo sighed, shook his head slowly, and said--

"I don't know if I am doing this right or not. But giving everything to my younger brother...should be considered a good choice...after all...I'm so tired now, so tired...I just hope I can sleep. Last night, after waking up, I found that everything was just a nightmare... Vito would also appear at our feet, waiting for us to hug..."

Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa--

Mrs. Williams was speechless and continued to tap the buttons of these typewriters. Premo next to him has been waiting, waiting...until after a long time...

He suddenly pulled up his wife, put his arms in his arms, and kept kissing his tongue, sticking his tongue into his wife's mouth, eating greedily.

Mrs. Williams did not refuse. She closed her eyes, letting tears flow down from the corner of her eyes, and letting her husband tear her clothes.

She needs to vent now...

The two people who had been grieving for a whole day now need to find someone who will not hurt others to vent.

Perhaps, only in this extreme sense, they can forget their dead child... can escape, this dark and cold world...

"Kenny..."

"Premo..."

The knight leader tore off his wife's upper body, lifted her skirt, and pressed her on the desk that symbolized work. And her wife is now also ready, waiting for the next vent...

Chuck.

Pierce.

However, what was pierced was not a "prop" of the male ìn.

The place where he was stabbed is not nvìn's "Holy Land" either.

A long thing, quietly, pierced and penetrated from the back of the knight leader, and then pierced her wife’s mouth, tearing the heart...

Di... Di Di Di...

The bright red liquid slowly overflowed along the piercing object.

With the clattering outside, the sound of rain that never stops, everything here seems to be so peaceful and perfect...

Slowly, that thing was pulled out of the two of them.

The two dead bodies tangled together and lay on the table.

Their eyes were wide open, and even if they were to die, they might not know what happened.

It is not clear what exactly they died for...

In the darkness, the figure turned his head slowly.

The figure faintly looked at the typewriter on the table and glanced at the article typed on it.

"Heavenly deception? Roger Williams' true identity is not a mercenary, but a member of the Royal Special Forces, the Seventh Knights? In order to hide secret missions, be a qualified agent, and deliberately conceal it?"

Big headline. It's big, big.

After reading the words, the figure stretched out his hand directly, tore off the paper, squeezed it into a ball, and stuffed it into his arms. Then, the figure turned his head and looked at the two dead bodies over there that hadn’t had time to change their faces. After a moment of silence...

Cluck cluck la-cluck cluck-cluck la la la-

Some unclear voices came from this newspaper. These sounds that seem to be hacking and smashing something can be transmitted far away if it is during the day.

But now, it is night...

Moreover, it is still the rain, the night that seems to never stop...RH