Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 406 Chapter [-]
In the early morning of the next day, Patrick Fein lit himself a fine cigar produced by the Federation in the twilight of dawn.

As usual when performing missions, he wore the thin chain mail armor covered with hard leather, which was light and strong.

——This kind of self-made light armor that looks a bit cheap has always been despised by genuine imperial knights, and it seems far less visually deterrent than steel plate armor;

However, only folk warriors who have been on the streets for a long time know that this kind of leather-studded mail armor is actually a good thing with both lightness, concealment and practical combat.

Wearing such a light armor and usually wearing a cloak outside, no one can see it when walking on the street;
And if you really want to start a fight on the street, it's very difficult for someone to easily split a layer of hard leather and a layer of thin chain armor with a lift of the cloak.

What's more, the hard leather of the light armor on Patrick Finn's body has been stained with a layer of deep red that cannot fade, and it has obviously been soaked several times by the blood of the enemy in countless fierce battles over the years.

—A suit of armor that speaks of death.

Opposite Patrick Fein, there were more than 20 shadowy people standing, all of them were covered with dirty cloaks, and their faces were hidden in the shadow of hoods - only when they shook their bodies, they could faintly reveal the leather on their bodies A piece of armor, and the cold light that flashed and disappeared around the waist.

Patrick Finn took a last breath of smoke, raised his foot, and pressed the cigar out on the sole of his shoe.

He raised his head and looked at the more than 20 subordinates in front of him.

"Everyone, it's time." Patrick Finn said slowly in a small but clear voice, his voice was still very hoarse, "We've been working together for more than ten years with the Cold Blade Gang, so I don't want to talk nonsense—I just want to I want everyone to remember what the Empire has done to us before."

There was no answer, only cloaks flapping gently in the early morning breeze.

Silence is the golden rule for killers.

"In the past, we, the Cold Blade Gang, hunted down rich merchants and landlords, knights of the empire, and those stupid pig-headed nobles." Patrick Finn scanned the audience and said in a deep voice, "And today , Our mission is a Duke of the Empire——Eliot Igor, Duke of Frost Maple Ridge. At present, the guards around this Duke of the Empire are extremely poor, only a group of actors and poets who are helpless , singer... I think this is too easy a hunting target for our 'Cold Blade Gang', so my request is 'safety', understand?"

The killers of the "Cold Blade Gang" remained silent and did not answer.

But Patrick Finn could almost see it, the eager eyes hidden under the hoods of their cloaks.

Hunters have the way hunters communicate.

They share the same passion for blood.

"Then, let's go." Patrick Finn exhaled a foul breath and gestured, "Follow me and go along the woodland!"

Thus, the assassination team that had been lurking in Sanshuiwan City for a long time, led by Captain Patrick Finn, marched towards their destination through the shade of the woods like a cruising viper.

Silently shuttling through the leaves and the breeze, Patrick Fein's thoughts almost returned to 20 years ago, back to the glory days of the frivolous fur horse.At that time, what he was wearing was not the blood-stained hard leather chain armor, but the silver-plated armor dotted with bauhinia texture and shining with dots of starlight. mountains, crossed one river after another...

And now, what is left of him?

The loud voices from far away through the dense forest interrupted Patrick Finn's bitter thoughts.

He waved his hand lightly, and the other killers of the "Cold Blade Gang" stopped silently, staying behind Finn, quietly waiting for the leader's next instruction.

Patrick Finn took two steps forward cautiously, careful not to allow his leather boots to make a creaking sound on the grass blades in the forest stained with early dew.He hunched slightly, stretched out his hand and pushed aside the bushes in front of him.

The camp of the Igor family's "Labor Army Art Troupe" suddenly came into view.

Although the sky is just dawn, this group of poets and actors from the southern wilderness has already started their activities.

On the edge of the camp closest to Patrick Fein, there were a few cook-like brutes in white top hats cooking soup, presumably preparing breakfast for the other members of the camp.The somewhat bizarre spherical copper pot was supported by a few iron rods above the bonfire. The boiling soup in the pot kept making a seductive gurgling sound, and a white smoke with a meaty aroma was curling up from the pot.

Patrick Finn ignored the cooks who were discussing how many onions to throw into the pot.He lurked in the bushes, moved slowly, bypassed the cauldron that blocked his view, and raised his eyes to look towards the center of the camp.

To Patrick Fein's surprise, the members of this art troupe had already started performing.

Around the open space in the middle of the camp, a lot of Sanshuiwan civilians have gathered shoulder to shoulder. It seems that most of them are peasants living outside the city. Today, I woke up early today and ran from home to watch the "Shuangfengling Art Performance" "This is a rare oriental scene.

And the "Shuangfengling Labor Army Art Troupe" did not live up to their expectations.

The theater actors on the central stage in the open space seemed to have a bit of drowsiness in their brows, but they had already dutifully started their performances.Patrick Fein opened his ears, and vaguely heard that today's show is an original play called "Elf Sac" by Shuangfengling. The actor dressed as an elf on the stage is babbling and singing with his hips between his hands and his throat :
"[Xipi Liushui]... This is life's unpredictability, the evil dragon slays the present. I sigh that the sword in the box is empty and wasted, how can I expect to make contributions on the dusty mountain! That giant dragon devours people and eats bones, is lonely and arrogant, and Frost Maple Ridge is rich There are many heroes in the land. Mountbatten's ingenious strategies are wonderful, Victor's spiritual magic has a high standard; Alice wields a sword to clear the world, Chris raises his head and shoots a big eagle. Hugh, let's talk about the Central Plains. The Lion Heart River is surging. Punish the evil dragon and exchange for the land of Jin'oubao, the lord's instructions must be kept in mind..."

At this point, the actor on the stage waved the sword in his hand and made a gesture of saluting the lord, which immediately aroused applause from the onlookers.

Patrick Fein said in his heart that the props and swords in the hands of these actors are quite exquisite, as bright as the real thing.

The leader of the "Cold Blade Gang" who didn't care about poetry and drama, ignored the actors who were still pretending, and looked around the situation.

In addition to the main stage where "Elf Sac" was being performed, there were several small sub-stages in the camp, which also gathered a lot of audience.

With naked eyes alone, Patrick Fein discovered that on one stage a poet was reciting Haven's modern poem "Lionheart River, My Nanny", and on another stage there was a stray singer playing the lute and singing "My Magic Is Like a Fire", and on another stage, a writer from Dongbingku patted Xingmu and was telling the audience "Three Rangers and Five Knights".

In the hoarse voice of the storyteller, who was slightly contrived and deliberately suppressed, Patrick Finn stretched his neck and looked into the distance.

What made him extremely happy was that there were no decent guards and warriors visible to the naked eye, exactly as described in the informant, and the entire camp was as undefended as a married man's salary card.

Even now, Patrick Fein can't help but sympathize with Elliot Igor's youthful recklessness:
This poor young nobleman probably never imagined that the art troupe he led would encounter an attack in the seemingly safe and stable interior of the empire, on the outskirts of Sanshuiwan, right?
However, seeing the bustling scene in the camp, Patrick Finn's mind changed suddenly, and he suddenly had an idea.

Originally, the plan of the "Cold Blade Gang" to assassinate Elliott Igor was as usual, the killers quietly approached the target location in a state of stealth, and then took out a dagger to kill him with one blow;
But the tent with the most luxurious decoration, which obviously belonged to Elliot Igor, was located in the very center of the camp, surrounded by a lot of people, which brought great difficulties to the killers' infiltration work.

But it dawned on Patrick Fein that maybe "sneaking in" wasn't necessary after all:
The members of this art troupe camp not only have no combat power, they don't even have a guard, and they even allow the residents of Sanshuiwan living in the surrounding area to come in and out freely and watch the performances!
At this moment, there are still local peasants dragging their families and smiling into the camp to watch the performance!
Then why are we diving into it? !

Just walk in with a swagger!
After thinking about it, Patrick Finn reached out and made several gestures to his subordinates.

The killers of the "Cold Blade Gang" who knew it immediately took off their hoods, tightened their cloaks, and hid their daggers deep in their pockets.

In a blink of an eye, the assassins who seemed to be moving surreptitiously became no different from ordinary travelers in appearance.

Patrick Finn cleared his throat, put on his usual decent expression, and led his younger brothers around to the woodland continent, then swaggered and walked towards the main entrance of the "Frost Maple Ridge Labor Art Troupe" with a calm demeanor.

Any passer-by who sees them will probably think that they are a group of travelers who happen to pass by, and they will come to join in the fun when they hear the sound——

——What's more, at this time, the crowd rushing to see the performance on the road is as turbulent as ○ Disneyland in the peak tourist season, and no one will notice them at all.

However, this group of murderous "Cold Blade Gang" killers never dreamed that they would have a day of queuing up with other ass people to "watch the show"...

Patrick Finn struggled to squeeze in the sweaty crowd, staggered and experienced countless times of licking and pinching his buttocks, and finally led his younger brothers to the main entrance of the camp with difficulty——

— There are not a single guard, but there are conductors.

"Entrance fee, [-] silver coins per person." The conductor with the red cuffs said expressionlessly, he reached out and poked the price list on the side, "Children are half price, seniors are free, you are not allowed to bring your own food and drink, there are selling."

Patrick Finn was stunned for a full half a minute, then turned his head stupidly, and looked at the younger brothers who were following behind him.

Obviously, there are no children, and no old people.

So, he resisted the urge to take out his dagger to kill people now, and with a disgusted expression as if he had eaten a fly, he counted out a pile of gold coins and handed them to the conductor.

"Shuangfengling wishes you and your companions a pleasant tour!" The conductor took the gold coins and said dryly.

Patrick Fein glared at the conductor viciously, gestured to his subordinates, and was about to walk into the camp.

——The result was stopped by the conductor again.

"What are you doing?!" Patrick Finn said coldly, "We have already paid the entrance fee!"

"Security check." The conductor with red cuffs lazily said, "Metal utensils are not allowed to enter the venue."

Ann... check?Patrick Finn opened his mouth wide, looking at two big men with red armbands holding metal sticks, appearing from nowhere.

"This is a metal detection rod specially developed by Shuangfengling. It is driven by magic. It will call the police when it detects steel." The conductor said impatiently, pointing to the big iron rods in the hands of the two red-armored men, "Before entering the venue The security check is stipulated in the "Frost Maple Ridge Freedom Act", which is to protect your safety and privacy! The magic detection process is very fast, just one click, you are not a woman, and you don't need to check carefully - if there are any steel products on your body, Keys, belt buckles, etc., temporarily store here in advance, don't waste time!"

Patrick Fein didn't even understand what was going on, the security guard had already put the "metal detector rod" in his hand towards him.

Immediately, piercing magic sirens echoed over the gate of the camp.

Patrick Finn didn't even know whether it was the chain armor on his body or the dagger pinned to his waist that inspired the detection magic.

All he knew was, I've had enough of my motherfucker!

Let me die!
The strong man at the security check was still holding the buzzing metal rod in a daze, but Patrick Fein had already pulled out the dagger from his belt with lightning speed, and rushed towards the surprised conductor like a falcon;

And behind him, other killers of the "Cold Blade Gang" directly knocked the visiting civilians around them to the ground, and then rushed towards the lord's tent in the middle of the camp without hesitation—

——Since it has been exposed, the opportunity is only in an instant!
One knife!All it takes is to rush into the tent, and with such a simple knife, you can send that little bastard Elliott Igor to face death and be reborn in the afterlife!
——However, it took the killers a lifetime to complete this seemingly short 50-meter road.

Because, the opera singer who was singing and fighting on the stage one second, jumped down lightly to the ground in the next second, and then stabbed the killer who took the lead in the charge with the cold "prop sword" in his hand. ;
Because, Mr. Dong Bingku, who was still talking about storytelling in the last second, has already shot up the case in the next second, throwing the heavy Xingmu in his hand, and directly headshot an unlucky killer;

Because, the actor in a love scene who was still looking for death and life in the last second, rushed to a killer in the next second, and fell naked to the guillotine in one go;
Because, the magician who was stuffing a rabbit into a hat in front of the children one second, swung his staff the next second, and stuffed a killer into another killer's ass.

And Patrick Finn, the leader of the "Cold Blade Gang", didn't even see this extremely shocking scene - because as soon as he got into trouble, the lazy-looking conductor directly stepped on the price list and stabbed him with a hand knife. Come on, forcibly dented his neck in half.

Patrick Fein's last thoughts before passing out from asphyxiation:
What kind of art troupe are you? ! ! !

You are doing a lot of harm, this art troupe! ! !

(End of this chapter)