Mount and Blade

"The matter has come to this, and I would like to ask His Excellency Trunks, the grand leader of the Holy Dragon Knights, to make a decision as soon as possible." As the eldest and most authoritative dean of the Azure Disciples, Peggy Larade handed a letter to Trunks. The meaning of the saw that has been roasted by the charcoal fire is self-evident.

It's just that everyone has fallen into a heavy atmosphere. How can they still have the time to observe an old man?

Only Green looked at Peggy Larade and frowned. Why does that old man...seem to have a cruel and proud emotion flowing in his eyes?

Maybe he saw it wrong, maybe he just wanted Trunks to make a choice as soon as possible.

Trunks: "..."

Seranti: "..."

Wilder: "..."

Everyone in the room fell silent, the atmosphere seemed particularly heavy, and even Green couldn't help but feel heartbroken. If his left hand is cut off, how can Trunks wield the heavy halberd again?

Aleris: "..."

Aleris lowered his head in shame, his suppressed sobs still overflowed uncontrollably, and his tears had already fallen on the cold floor.

"I'm sorry...it's all my fault...otherwise Trunks wouldn't..."

Even though Alerys bit his lower lip tightly and raised his head to prevent tears from rolling down, the feeling of self-blame could not be controlled from his chest.

...He failed to persuade his father, and even caused Trunks, who came to support, to lose his left arm trying to save his own life. The young man's shoulders carried a burden that he could not bear.

"...It's not your fault, Aleris." Seeing the young man blaming himself suppressed, Trunks looked at Aleris calmly. If he saved the backbone of Buckley's future, then His left arm was not sacrificed in vain.

"...Bring me a towel that I can bite on, Aleris." Trunks gathered his emotions and endured the pain in his left arm with a smile that could be called comforting. Look at Allerys.

"...Yes." Aleris quickly went to the bathroom to get a towel, sort out his emotions, and the atmosphere in the room became calm again.

Selanti: "...You're always like this, Trunks."

Seranti will always remember the time when they took risks together. No matter how badly injured Trunks was, he would never forget to comfort his comrades. Even their encounter was... The Masked Ranger was given by Trunks. His greatest comfort.

Why do you always ask for nothing in return? Trunks...you're always too gentle...

...and sacrificing himself to save others.

...He'll never be able to be like that.

Trunks: "..."

Trunks fell into silence. Perhaps it was only at this moment that he felt that he was not as strong as he thought. The pain of a broken arm is unbearable for any healthy person, let alone him who is the most powerful person on the battlefield...

But now that things have happened, he doesn't want to dwell on it anymore. He just needs time to heal the 'broken arm' in his heart.

"I just did what I thought was right, just like me and you back then." Trunks looked at the candlelight on the stone table and the about-to-be-broken left arm and smiled reluctantly. He knew that Seranti was not No blame intended.

Aleris came back with the towel and silently handed it to Trunks. Seranti looked at Trunks and sighed unconsciously. Looking at the dark little wooden saw, he felt that he couldn't bear to look at it.

When Peggy Larade heated the saw until it was red and prepared to cut off Trunks's broken arm, Trunks couldn't help but curse in his heart. It would be better to have a good time just grinding the bones away. He is not a prisoner.

"...Wait, bring me my sword, no, bring me a sharp machete, I will do it myself."

"By the way, bring me another pot of strong liquor."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but in order to show respect, someone still went. Wilder asked a Holy Dragon Knight to pick it up.

"...Sir Trunks, it would be better if you don't drink." A scholar from the Azure Disciples tried to dissuade Trunks.

"Wilder, please help me get these Azure Disciples scholars out." Trunks had lost his patience. If he didn't act quickly, he would only lose more limbs.

Soon, the Holy Dragon Knights "invited" the scholars of the Azure Disciples, including Dean Peggy Larade. After Peggy Larade's noisy and ineffectual protest, the room seemed a lot more spacious.

A sharp machete and strong liquor were delivered to the stone table where Trunks was sitting. Trunks immediately took a sip, as if this was enough to give him all the courage.

Looking at the heavy-faced people in the room, Trunks suddenly smiled relaxedly and relievedly.

"Why are you all gathering around me? Don't you need to repair the shelter in the city after the war?"

"But, Captain..." Wilder wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Trunks raising his hand.

"I just broke an arm, it's not dead. You all go about your business. Do you want to see how I amputated my arm?"

Wilder and several bodyguard knights lowered their heads and remained silent after hearing this.

"It's fine for Seranti to stay. You all can go out. Children can't watch these cruel scenes. Just think of it as leaving me some dignity, right?" Trunks looked at everyone calmly, as if to say something. Just like a normal thing.

Everyone was a little worried after hearing this, but they left the room one after another. Green and Wilder left the room together, and Aleris also came out. Only Seranti and Trunks were left in the room.

"Call us if you need us, we are always here." Wilder closed the door for him and stood guard outside the door.

They really haven't caught those extraordinary assassins yet. Judging from the arrows of this attack, it is indeed unique to the Horned Viper Vanguard of the Snake Cult.

Some witnesses said that the Horned Viper Vanguard had already run to the dense forest outside the city. In order to avoid unnecessary losses, Trunks did not ask them to chase.

Now, even if Trunks asked them to leave the house, they did not go too far.

Aleris was also surrounded by the guards of Yaoyang Port. After all, he might also be one of the targets of the Snake Cult's assassination.

Aleris asked the guards around him to strengthen the patrol and vigilance of the fortress, and he stayed here to take care of Trunks at any time. The maids had already boiled some soup suitable for healing according to his request.

Green sat on the windowsill, waiting silently and worried about Trunks. Tonight's moonlight filled the castle of Yaoyang Port.