Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 The memory is over. Joe waited for a chance to escape, but at this moment only his cold body was left on the ground, and he would never go back to his hometown.

　　 I will remember you, Joe Angam Huosui, a friend who shares weal and woe, a respectable friend, and a noble elder, Corleone thought.

　　Fakner found that the other severely wounded slaves had no chance to be rescued. Most of them were injured too badly, and some were unable to move.

　　 Some of the slaves wailed and begged Fakney and his party to take them away, but this was not realistic at all. There were not many horses left in the stable, and within half a day, the guards in other places would find anomalies.

　　 Corleone was riding a horse for the first time. He stepped on the saddle awkwardly and found that the dark horse under his crotch was not moving at all. Now he was in trouble.

　　 Fortunately, he remembered that he still had the support of the system, so he quickly summoned the parchment and added the remaining talent points to the riding skills.

　　 Suddenly some related riding knowledge appeared in his mind, as if he knew how to ride by nature. Although he was not proficient, he could make horses run.

　　 The rest of the people have bandaged their wounds, brought all kinds of supplies, and followed Fakner.

　　 "Where is our destination next?" asked one of the slaves, Pauly.

　　 Pauly was once a slave soldier, was captured in a war, and then sold out as a slave, but at this time he was already blind.

　　 "Go to Dakretaro City as planned. If you maintain a high-intensity hurry, you will probably be able to reach it in about 20 days."

　　 "Currently there are only twelve horses, and there is no transfer, so it depends on God's will to escape."

　　 Corleone's expression was very tangled. He said, "Uncle Fackney, I... Can we bury Uncle Joe's body?"

　　 "No, Corleone, we don't have time. In the past few years, several of us have managed to figure out the speed of chasing troops from nearby mines. Now every minute and every second is the key!"

　　 "You don't want to make Joe's sacrifice in vain, let's go."

　　 Corleone looked back at Joe, remembering his appearance deeply in his heart.

　　 Then a group of nine people embarked on the road of escape.

　　 Three days later, in an ancient Ith-style castle, a bald old man with a sullen face glared at the butler Brand, who was kneeling on the ground.

　　It is said that in the evening of the day when Corleone and the others ended their battle, butler Brand woke up from a coma and found that the entire camp was empty, leaving only the corpses on the floor.

　　 It was the housekeeper's fate. Corleone and the others were too late to deal with these guys. At that time, Facknet hurriedly left, and didn't let them make up the knife.

　　 Besides, there were still many guards who had fled early, and the situation here would be revealed sooner or later.

　　 "Tell me again! Damn it!" the bald old man roared.

　　 "Lord Lord... Your son, Master Jefferson, he is dead..." Brand was in tatters at this time, and he was obviously desperately rushing back.

　　 "Brand, you have been with me for almost thirty years. Have your brain been bitten by a wild boar?!"

　　 "My lord, it was Captain Aaron's fault! He failed to protect the young master, and the injured young master was killed by a group of slaves!"

　　 "You fart!" Lord Markas kicked up and kicked Brand to the ground.

　　 Then he drew the scimitar from the weapon rack, pointed at Brand tremblingly and shouted, "How could my son die? How could my son die in the hands of a humble slave!"

　　 "Say, have you betrayed me? Is it the Val family or the Sinaro family? Who on earth did you take refuge in!"

　　 "Woo, sir, I am absolutely loyal to you, that Aaron did not protect the young master and let the young master directly contact the slaves in the mine. As a result..."

　　 "No, this should never happen, my son, my precious son!" Lord Marcus threw down the scimitar in his hand and wept bitterly.

　　 At this time, his wife and daughter rushed over and found that the lord was crying in the chamber, and quickly asked what had happened.

　　 After hearing the news, his wife fainted straight out, while his daughter ran back to the room crying.

　　 The knights and officials under Lord Markas were summoned back urgently. They heard the shocking news in the chamber.

　　 After hearing the news, the knights in the seats had different expressions, some were full of anger, some were frowning, and some were expressionless.

　　Many of them muttered in their hearts that Lord Markas was already very old, and his health was not very good during this period of time, so he finally planned to launch his beloved son, but this happened.

　　Some people are wondering if they should find another nobleman to join him. If Markas falls, it will mean that the pillars are gone.

　　 Markas looked at the noisy "loyal" men in front of him, his expression becoming more and more ugly, he slapped the table violently, and everyone finally calmed down.

　　 "My son, Jefferson, he is an excellent nobleman, he is proficient in musical instruments, and he is so innocent and kind, but is such an excellent nobleman killed by a slave?"

　　 "Is there still law in this world?" Markas said angrily.

　　 None of these knights responded, except for a few butlers who were shouting for revenge. The whole scene seemed a little funny.

　　 "I swear, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, as long as anyone kills a slave who escaped from Madre's No. 3 mine, I will reward him with 1,000 gold coins!" Lord Markas said loudly.

　　 Then he said: "If anyone can capture these **** slaves alive, I will reward him with 1500 gold coins for each one!"

　　 Now the knights opened their eyes wide. I didn't expect that the stingy lord would be so generous, and it was incredible.

　　 You must know that their lord is someone who can deprive horses of fodder. I didn't expect that these slaves, who were originally worth a few gold coins, would be so valuable.

　　 However, when Lord Markas finished shouting this sentence, he regretted it. Although he wanted to avenge his son, is the price too high? Just when he wanted to reduce some gold coins, one of the knights spoke up.

　　 The strong knight said, "My lord, I will lead my men to avenge Master Jefferson, just waiting for your order!"

　　 "You have a heart, Fat Knight Arthur." Markas could only replied helplessly.

　　 "My lord, we will also avenge the young master!"

　　 "Yes, these slaves will definitely not be able to go far, as long as they follow the trail, they will definitely be able to catch them!"

　　 "Our archer squad is also ready, just waiting for your order!"

　　 Numerous knights were talking babbledly, and now everyone had an extremely loyal expression on their faces.

　　 Markas beckoned to a housekeeper with his teeth, and the housekeeper handed a few paintings up. There were three paintings in total.

　　 One of the paintings is Facknet, his melancholy eyes and stubborn beard are very vivid, and then Corleone, his immature face looks like a humble peasant boy.

　　 The other one is the one-eyed Pauly. His painting is not very similar, but the one-eyed feature is too obvious.