When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 548: I Defended the Thousand River Valley
"Have the third group of soldiers guarding the city been released?"

Prince Condé, who was sitting and reading under the candlesticks, was wearing a dressing gown and even a funny pointed nightcap.

But the soldier in front of him didn't look amused at all: "They've all been let go. There are only about a hundred soldiers left in the city."

Three days have passed since we negotiated surrender with Wayne three days ago. Today is the sixth day of the siege.

According to the Knight on the Gray Horse, one hundred soldiers should be released every morning, noon and evening, and no one is allowed to intercept them.

When he is safely out of the city tomorrow, Prince Condé will announce his promise to him in public, and then he will tell him the location where the other direct evidence is buried.

The two Imperial Order Companies have already set out, led by Lacunio, on the road that must be taken to reach Meliati.

After capturing Fort Sentinel, Prince Condé would head north to meet up with Lacuno, and then fight the Archduchess in the penultimate battle of the Thousand River Valleys.

However, before that, Prince Kongdai felt as if ants were crawling in his heart, making it itchy and unbearable.

In the past three or four days, he has received reports about the invisible 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 correct.

Although the possibility of a forgery was still not ruled out, Prince Condé believed from the bottom of his heart that the letter was authentic.

The most important evidence is that just when the Shadowless Man had just found Westel, he was assassinated by a gangster thug.

The reason is that this businessman is making a fool of himself by not paying back his debts!
Wouldn't he know who this gangster thug belongs to?
What horrified Prince Condai the most was that the Shadowless Man often investigated this and that, and before he could even find out anything about Westel, Westel died.

Not everyone can predict the future, right?

There is only one possibility, either there is a traitor among the Shadowless Man, or there is a traitor around him.

Prince Condé didn't know which one was more terrifying.

He now had only one thought, which was to capture Sampoli and interrogate him after returning to Hotam County.

Prince Kongdai doesn't believe that he has no accomplices!
And accomplices have already appeared, Gellinon is one, and Sampoli is another.

He was certain that there must be a group of people secretly allied against him behind this, and there were definitely more than just these few people.

He didn't trust these local nobles, otherwise he would not have moved the people from Kongdai Territory here.

Now that this incident has happened, he wants to purge the nobles in Hotam County even more.

If he became the Prince of the Thousand Valleys, he would not want to set up his seat in Langsander County or Lower River County. The richest Hotam County would be his target.

It was a pity that this land was full of local nobles. Due to church law and aristocratic law, he could not deprive them of their titles at will and could only postpone the discussion.

This time he was able to seize the handle and find evidence of the nobles' collusion with the enemy.

Although the title cannot be revoked, the territory can be exchanged.

These nobles could be transferred either to Langsander County or to Mountain County, and the vacant lands could be used to distribute to his warriors.

It’s a pity that this letter was from the Holy Sun Righteous Army to the Holy Sun and from the Holy Sun to Meliati.

At most, it can only be considered 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.

Aren’t those nobles causing trouble for me every day?

When the evidence hit them in the face, Prince Conde asked them to kneel down and beg him.

After the warmth of the previous few days, these past few days have been like a late spring cold snap, with a chilly wind blowing through the camp.

Some soldiers who did not keep warm were awakened by the cold. When they looked up, they could always see that the lights in the main tent were on.

It was bright all night.

The next morning, Prince Condé, with dark circles under his eyes, enthusiastically put on his silk shirt and the most expensive cloak and clothes.

He even specially asked someone to prepare a long sword, holy water and an imperial edict so that he could re-consecrate this powerful, wise and surprising new knight.

Walking out of the tent, Prince Kongdai, together with other captains of the Imperial Company, 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 on his horse.

The Gray Horse Knight raised his hands high to indicate that he had no intention of resisting, and slowly moved forward.

The warhorse under Prince Condé pawed its hooves unconsciously, and a smile appeared on his face.

Behind the fence, Sechinger, one of the last soldiers to be released, silently watched Wayne and counted his steps. His gray horse's coat was dull, as if it was stained with the dust of the journey.

Under the gaze of countless ferocious knights of the Imperial Order, Wayne was dressed in simple cloth, without any armor, and without any weapon at his waist.

He sat upright on his horse, his smile so indifferent that it didn't seem like he was surrendering, but rather like he was going to meet a good friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

In the slanting sunlight, Wayne seemed to really see his good friend, his feudal lord Vincent.

He said that he had lived in the cold mountains since he was a child and his biggest dream was to live among sunshine and flowers.

Just like today, his horse's hooves stepped on the sunshine and flowers.

When Wayne was still a knight's squire abandoned by his mentor, it was Vincent who selected him from many squires and brought him back to the Thousand River Valley from Fran.

It was also Vincent who believed that he had the potential to become a titled knight and asked the old Duke for a place in the Knights Templar.

On the battlefield against vampires, Wayne shot and killed an ogre warlord with one shot, and then received a title in front of the king.

The King of Fran at that time hinted that he should return to his homeland, but he chose to follow Vincent back to the remote Thousand River Valley.

If it weren't for Vincent, he would probably still be that mediocre knight's page on the training ground, the kind who would never become a knight in his life.

He never understood why Vicente was so persistent in pursuing the Juano faction's policies, even when he failed repeatedly.

This Thousand River Valley is not a fertile land, so where does such great magic power come from?

He didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from carrying out Vicente's orders.

Just like he didn't understand why Meliati had to take the most dangerous path, but he didn't mind supporting her, fearing that she would fall to the ground.

Wayne saw Prince Condé's smile, and also knew that Prince Condé regarded his letter as a rift.

He doesn't know whether he can succeed or not. If he fails, he will be the funniest clown.

But he didn't care and just kept moving towards his destined location.

The weather was fine, and the rider on the gray horse rode his horse steadily, until he could finally hear Prince Condé's satisfied and even flattering words.

But he didn't listen because he heard something else.

"Uncle Wayne!"

Suddenly, it seemed as if someone was calling his name, and the Gray Horse Knight turned his head subconsciously.

But Prince Kongdai in front of him suddenly changed his expression.

It was the sound of a bowstring—

Time seems to stand still.

A crossbow arrow accurately shot through Wayne's temple.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, spreading rapidly along the arrow shaft and staining his collar red.

The knight uttered a low grunt, the reins in his hands loosened, and his body leaned forward weakly.

The gray horse seemed to sense something and let out a mournful cry, paddling its four hooves restlessly, but the rider's body could no longer maintain balance.

He slowly slid off the saddle and fell heavily to the ground, his eyes slightly open and blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"assassin--"

"Quick, protect His Royal Highness!"

The moment Wayne fell to the ground, everyone was in chaos.

In the crowded crowd, Prince Kongdai seemed to hear nothing and stood stiffly on his horse.

The expectant and soothing smile disappeared at this moment, twisted and hideous, and turned into a face that could not hide the anger.

"Sampoli!!!"

The prince's roar rang in everyone's ears.

"What am I in your eyes?! Huh? What am I!"

I don’t know if it was because of the twitching or the revolving door before leaving, but Wayne’s always outward-turned eyebrows relaxed, and the corners of his bitter smile turned into a smile.

Vicente, I have defended your Thousand Valleys for you.

(End of this chapter)