I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 177 Assassination (Part )

The night was shrouded in darkness, the moonlight was dim, and a cold wind from the wilderness passed through the mountains, forests, and valleys, blowing into the gray-walled stone city of Macon County.

The incompetent night watchman dozed off and didn't notice a few figures quietly crawling out of the city gate and following the dirt road under the dim starlight towards the thatched houses on the river bank in the distance.

"Whoo~"

The leading man sniffed, feeling somewhat depressed, "Damn it! How could we have drunk too much? I wish that ascetic monk was still here."

"Who can you blame for your drinking?" Another tall and thin companion glanced at him unhappily, his eyes also fixed on the black spot beside the river.

The sky was frighteningly dark, but he knew that the darker it was, the closer it was to dawn.

"Can you control your mouth? Aren't you still as drunk as me?" The man with the trough nose snorted coldly, "Let's not say anything to each other!"

The holy wine tasted so good, and with Ryan constantly urging them to drink and making some nice jokes, the two of them drank too much and fell asleep until the middle of the night.

It was only when Ryan woke him up that he remembered his mission for tonight and hurried out of the city.

"By the way, where is the knight's squire?"

"He's in the back. The big guy next to him is too conspicuous. Walk slower."

The man with the trough nose looked back as the tall man moved, and indeed, he vaguely saw two black spots. He couldn't help but curl his lips. Assassination requires agility. He didn't know why such a big guy was sent along.

The two parties had already discussed the assassination. The Brotherhood would serve as the main force and directly sneak into the monk's house, while the unknown knight's followers would block all the important roads to prevent the monk from escaping.

To be honest, the man with the trough nose thought it would be better to rush forward and block the main road. He obviously didn't want to stain his hands with the blood of the monks.
"May the holy wine be of use."

The man with the trough nose muttered, and seeing that Linehans was already squatting by the river, he tugged at the tall man's dirty sleeves and prepared to take action.

Just as he was about to get up, he heard a sharp sound of a door opening. Creak! As the man with the trough nose looked on in surprise, a figure emerged from a straw hut not far away. The thick night obscured the figure's appearance, and all that could be seen was that the figure was about the same size as Lin En.

The figure looked around and then hurried towards the river bank.

"Oops, he's running away!"

The man with the truffle nose got up in a hurry. The brotherhood had already figured out Lin En's situation and knew that no one else lived here except Lin En.

The Brotherhood had issued a death order that the ascetic must be killed. The man with the trough nose didn't dare let him escape. He raised his axe and shouted to the tall man, "I'll go after him. You go to the hut!"

He didn't forget to check the house again.

Grasping the sharp axe, the eagle-eyed man with the trough nose stared at the figure intently. This was why he was sent to commit the crime. The dark night was the best disguise for people, but it could not hide his eyes. At this moment, the man with the trough nose had only one thought in his mind:

We must kill him before dawn!
By the time someone comes out at dawn, it will be too late!

The river gurgled, and it seemed to hear the footsteps of the man with the trellis nose. The figure shuddered suddenly, and then started running. Looking at the back of the figure wearing a monk's cloak, the man with the trellis nose was sure that this was definitely Lin En.

After running for a while, the man with the trough nose couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, how can he run so fast?!"

After years of fighting, the man with the truffle nose thought he was in good physical condition, but the guy in front of him was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. Not only could he not catch up with him, he was left further and further behind!
Could it be that this guy drank the holy wine that blesses running?

The dark sky gradually faded. Seeing that he could not catch up, the breathless man with the truffle nose was angry and was about to act as an axe thrower and prepare to fight. Suddenly, he saw the knight's followers who had been crawling by the river for a long time suddenly jumped up from the ground. Then, under the fearful and happy eyes of the man with the truffle nose, the burly man who was as big as a brown bear got a huge rock from somewhere, raised it above his head, roared, and smashed it towards the monk!
"what!!"

thump!
The huge rock flew through the air, hit the ground with a dull thud, and then rolled all the way into the river. At the same time, the monk let out a shrill scream, his head fell back limply, and his whole body tilted, and he also fell into the Thorne River.

The man with the trough nose couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "Did it hit?"

He was now somewhat glad that this big guy had come along.
"What are you standing there for? Go find the body! If you can't find it, who knows if he's dead or not? How are you going to report to the Bishop?"

While the man with the trough nose was stunned, Ryan had already walked out from the shadows. The tall man also rushed over from behind. Seeing the tall man shaking his head to indicate that no one was in the house, the man with the trough nose took a deep breath and said, "That's right. Follow the downstream and find his body. We must fish it out!"

The four of them hurriedly ran downstream of the Saône River. Before leaving, the man with the trough nose took a quick look at the river surface and saw a red ripple with a bloody smell vaguely rippling in the water, which was soon washed away by the river. He felt slightly relieved.

“It seems like it really hit the target.”

……

Dense forests along the lower Saône River.

Miller stared blankly into the distance, listening to the humming sound constantly coming out of his ears, with a complicated expression.

He stood quietly by the river, waiting for an unknown amount of time when he suddenly heard the sound of waves. Miller looked over and saw a wet figure crawling out of the river.

The figure wasn't surprised to see him. Instead, he quickly took off his soaked black monk's robe and the blood bag hanging from his neck. He walked towards him quickly and asked in a deep voice, "Are you all ready?"

"Be prepared, sir. This fellow looks similar to Brother Lynn, and has the same build. He's a lone man from a nearby village, with no family."

When Miller heard the question, he quickly told the news in a series, but was interrupted by a figure reaching out his hand.

"I just need to hear that they look similar."

"There's no time to lose, get started!"

".yes!"

It was Luke's figure who threw the monk's robe to Miller, and then looked at the farmer who was tied up tightly and struggling under the roots of the tree in front of him.

Catching a glimpse of Luc's cold eyes, the farmer struggled even more violently, tears streaming from his pupils.

Luc was indifferent to this scene. Seeing Miller's hesitation, he pursed his lips and said, "Why are you still standing there? Are you scared?"

"No"

Miller took a deep breath and said, "I'm just a little too excited."

After saying this, without waiting for Luc to urge him again, he picked up a huge rock from the ground and moved it in front of the farmer. He puffed out his cheeks and exhaled foul air to suppress the beating of his heart, then his eyes became fierce and he smashed it hard at the farmer.

Pffffffffffffffffft.

Warm blood kept spurting onto Miller's face. His body was shaking violently, but his hands were still steadily chiseling into the bloody corpse.

Only after seeing that the face could no longer be seen did Luc stop this cruel scene.

"Okay, hurry up and change your clothes and throw them into the river. We have to leave quickly."

"Yes, sir," Miller responded with a trembling voice.

Luc gave him a deep look and realized that it was not fear but excitement.

He quickly changed into a monk's robe, lifted the body by the shoulder and threw it to the protruding rocks in the river, trapping the body.

Seeing that they would not be washed away, the two figures retreated and gradually disappeared into the forest.

A hint of white appeared on the horizon, outlining the contours of the distant mountains.

The man with the trough nose followed Ryan and finally saw the unrecognizable body of the monk downstream.

He stared at it for a few seconds. Although he couldn't see the face clearly, he could vaguely tell that it was indeed Lin En, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Before it gets bright, let's quickly take the small path into Macon City. I'll go tell Boss Owl!"

"No problem!" Ryan said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)