Chapter 548 Qianhe River Valley, I defended it
“Have the third batch of defenders been let go?”
Prince Condai, who was sitting under the candlestick and reading, was wearing a nightgown and even wearing A funny pointed nightcap.
But the sergeant in front of him did not have any funny expression: "Let them all go, there are only the last hundred or so soldiers left in the city."
Since we discussed surrender with Wayne three days ago , three days have passed, and today is the sixth day of the siege.
According to the knight on the gray horse, a hundred soldiers were released every morning, noon and evening without interception.
After he leaves the city safely tomorrow, Prince Condai will announce his promise to him in public, and then he will tell the location where the other direct evidence is buried.
The two command companies have already set off, led by Racunio, on the only way to Meliati.
After capturing the sentry fort, Prince Condai will go north to meet up with Lacunio, and then fight the penultimate battle of the Thousand Valleys with the Grand Duke.
However, before that, Prince Kong Dai's heart felt like being crawled by ants, itching unbearably.
In the past three or four days, he has received reports of the Shadowless Man in Hotam County.
Judging from the handwriting, the letter written by the rebel leader Andre to Horn is indeed authentic, and the time is right.
Although the possibility of counterfeiting is still not ruled out, Prince Condai already sincerely believed that the letter was genuine.
The most important evidence is that just when the Shadowless Man found Westerl, he was assassinated by a gangster.
The reason is because this businessman failed to repay his debt, and he simply made himself a fool!
Would he not know whose family this gangster belongs to?
And what was most horrifying to Prince Condai was that the Shadowless Men often investigated this and that, and even before they could find out about Wester, Wester died.
Not everyone can predict the future, right?
Then there is only one possibility, either there is a traitor among the Wuying people, or there is a traitor among themselves.
Prince Condai didn’t know which one was more terrifying.
He only has one thought now, that is, after returning to Hotam County, Sampoli must be arrested and interrogated.
Prince Condai didn’t believe that he had no accomplices!
And accomplices have already appeared, including Guerinon and Sampoli.
He has already determined that there must be a secret alliance against him behind this, and it is definitely not just these few people.
He did not trust these local nobles, otherwise he would not have moved in the people led by Kong Dai.
Now that this incident has occurred, he wants to cleanse the nobles of Hotam County even more.
If he becomes the Prince of Thousand Valleys in the future, he does not want to set up his seat in Langsander County or Lower River County. Hotam County, the richest county, is his goal.
It’s a pity that this land is full of local nobles. Due to church law and noble law, he cannot strip the title at will and can only postpone the discussion.
This time he caught the handle and found evidence that the nobles collaborated with the enemy.
Although the title cannot be taken away, the territory can be exchanged.
Replace these nobles either to Langsand County or to Mountain County, and the freed land can be divided among his warriors.
It is a pity that this letter is a letter from Shengsun Yijun to Shengsun and from Shengsun to Meliati.
At best, it can only be considered as indirect evidence. The direct evidence he really wants will have to wait until tomorrow.
For the first time, His Royal Highness felt that the night was so long.
After the initial anger, as time passed, the anger slowly turned into greed and expectation.
Don't those nobles make trouble for themselves every day?
When the evidence hit their faces, Prince Condai asked them to kneel down and beg him.
After the warmth of the previous few days, it was like a late spring cold these days, with a cold wind blowing through the campground.
Some soldiers who had not kept warm were awakened by the cold. When they looked up and looked into the distance, they could always see the lights of the main tent on.
It lit up the whole night.
Early the next morning, Prince Condai, who had dark circles under his eyes, happily put on a silk shirt, the most expensive cloak and clothes.
He also specially asked people to prepare long swords, holy water and edicts so that he could re-canonize this powerful, wise and surprising new knight.
Out of the tent, together with the other captains of the imperial company, Prince Kong Dai came to the small isolated city.
After several rounds of shouting, the city gate slowly opened.
The heavy iron chains made a dull creaking sound, and a handsome middle-aged knight rode out slowly.
The knight on the gray horse raised his hands high, indicating that he had no intention of resisting, and slowly approached the front.
The war horse under Prince Condai's seat was pawing its hooves unconsciously, while he himself had a smile on his face.
Behind the fence, Sechinger, as the last batch of soldiers to be released, looked at Wien silently and counted his steps forward. His gray horse's coat was dull, as if stained by the dust of travel.
Under the gaze of countless ferocious knights of the Order, Wayne was dressed in simple cloth, without armor, and there was no weapon around his waist.
He was sitting on the horse, his smile so calm that it didn't look like he was surrendering, but rather like he was going to see some friends he hadn't seen for a long time.
In the slanting sunlight, Wayne seemed to really see his friend and his lord Vicente.
He said that he had lived in a cold mountainous area since he was a child, and his biggest dream was to live among sunshine and flowers.
Just like today, his horse's hooves are stepping on the sunshine and flowers.
When Wayne was a knight's boy who was abandoned by his mentor, Vicente chose him from among many boys and brought him back to the Thousand River Valley from France.
It was also Vicente who thought that he had the potential to become a titled knight and asked for a spot in the knighthood from the old duke.
On the battlefield against vampires, Wayne stabbed an ogre warlord to death with one shot, and then received his title in front of the king.
The King of France at the time hinted that he should return to his homeland, but he still chose to follow Vicente back to the remote Thousand River Valley.
If it weren't for Vicente, he would probably still be the vulgar knight boy on the training ground, the kind who would never be a knight in his life.
He never understood why Vicente was so determined to implement the Juanoist policies, even if he failed repeatedly, he kept trying.
This Thousand River Valley is not a fertile land, where does it come from such great magic power?
He does not understand, but it does not delay him from carrying out Vicente's orders.
Just like he didn't understand why Meliati chose to take the most dangerous path, but he didn't mind holding her up, fearing that she would fall to the ground.
Ven saw Prince Condai's smile and knew that Prince Condai regarded his letter as a estrangement.
He doesn’t know if he can succeed. If he fails, he will be the funniest clown.
But he didn't care, he just continued to move towards the destined position.
The weather was sunny, and the knight on the gray horse was riding smoothly until he could finally hear the satisfied and even flattering words of Prince Condai.
But he didn't listen because he heard something else.
“Uncle Wayne!”
As if someone was calling his name, the knight on the gray horse subconsciously turned his head.
But the expression of Prince Kong Dai in front of him changed drastically.
It was the soft sound of a bowstring -
Time seemed to stand still.
A crossbow arrow accurately penetrated Wayne's temple,
blood surged like a spring, spreading rapidly along the arrow shaft, dyeing his collar red.
The knight let out a low groan, loosened the reins in his hands, and leaned forward feebly.
The gray horse seemed to feel something, and let out a mournful cry, its hooves pawing uneasily, but the knight's body could no longer maintain balance.
He slowly slipped from the saddle and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were slightly opened and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
"Assassin——"
"Hurry, protect His Highness the Prince!"
The moment Wayne fell to the ground, everyone was in chaos.
In the crowded crowd, Prince Condai seemed to be unable to hear anything and stood frozen on his horse.
The originally expectant and soothing smile disappeared, twisted and twisted at this moment, turning into a face that could not hide its anger.
"Sampoli!!!"
The prince's roar resounded in everyone's ears.
"Who do I mean to you?! Ah? What do I mean to you!"
I don't know if it was because of convulsions or the revolving door before leaving, but Wayne's always pointed eyebrows straightened out, and the corners of his wry smile turned into a smile.
Vicente, your Thousand Valleys, I have guarded them for you.
(End of this chapter)