The Blood Knight's Villains

Chapter 160

My Villains Episode 160

40. The Trackers Again (4)

Two groups of soldiers were having an untimely battle of nerves in front of the lord’s house.

“...Ha, you’re the kind of person who can’t communicate!” The one who raised his voice on horseback was Doyle Mullin, the second son of Count Tristan.

He had a bodyguard of twenty or so men, most of whom were armed with chain mail and shields.

The crest of the Mullin family – a white bird holding a spear – was drawn on the surcoat worn by the soldiers. It seems that they are the count’s family soldiers.

“Bring the Baroness! I will speak for myself!”

Chester, Longville’s drill leader, shook his head at Doyle’s bluff, with scars all over his face.

“I told you that your wife hasn’t coughed yet.”

“so? Are you talking about a guest who died in the territory, but as the owner, his face is not reflected? Is this really the right thing to do!”

“...I’m sorry, but your wife hasn’t coughed yet.”

When Chester gave the same answer like a parrot, Doyle exploded in anger.

“This bastard’s territory doesn’t work at all from top to bottom! As the son of the ruler of this province, I cannot tolerate it any longer!”

Along with him, the soldiers of the Mullin family prepared to attack at any moment.

Longville’s soldiers also pointed their spears at each other, and the chilly wind of early autumn blew through the field.

“......Whoa.”

I had a rough idea of what the situation was, so I let out a sigh.

The atmosphere seemed as if the two groups of soldiers would collide with each other at any moment, so I hurried forward.

“What is this, Confucius Doyle?” “...a phoenix wonder.”

Doyle, who pulled the reins to calm the galling horse, lifted his neck stiffly and looked down at me.

“I advise you in advance, don’t even think about interfering this time. This is not a problem for guests to face, but a problem for the owner to come up with an answer for.”

And the pale mockery that seems to have been built.

Contrary to the content of the speech, the way of speaking or the nuance is ‘Would you like to try it?’ It was close to a provocation.

It was obviously a troublesome situation, but I had no choice but to step in. It was because it was not difficult to guess the cause of this chaos, or to be precise, the mungchi.

I looked up at Doyle quietly and then spoke to him.

“When I heard it, he said something strange.”

“...Is that strange?”

“Does Confucius truly consider himself a guest in Longville?”

Doyle’s chubby face twisted, and then he burst out laughing.

“Ha, an uninvited guest is not even a guest, is this?” “You understand quickly.”

“How dare I... I wholeheartedly represent Count Tristan!”

“Wasn’t the Count’s representative not Gongja-nim, but a messenger doing muffins or something?”

“It’s not a muffin, it’s a heffin. And I am his boss.”

I pretended to be surprised.

“It’s amazing that you have the Count’s deputy as your subordinate. Isn’t it tantamount to using your father as a subordinate?”

“...You’re making sophistry, Sir Phoy Nix.”

Doyle paused for a moment before suddenly lowering his voice.

“Now that’s not what’s important. It’s important that the person who acts as the owner of the territory doesn’t even care when a guest is murdered in the territory.”

I frowned, repeating to myself, ‘Expression management, expression management’.

“Who said you were murdered?”

“My important ally... um.”

Looking back, five men stepped forward from among the guards. Four of them were nude warriors clad in heavy armor, and the one standing in front of them was the elder Del Otto.

The old man opened his mouth with a smile as if he was trying to hide his discomfort.

“This is Maurio, Confucius. One of the only seven elders of the al-Qadari clan.”

“Oh yeah. Maurio.”

Doyle nodded and made a miserable face.

“I was strangled horribly. He wasn’t supposed to die like that. Please be embraced by the light.”

“...I don’t know why, but I also express my condolences.”

My conscience stings when I think of what I did with Atalante after leaving his corpse behind, but anyway.

“I still don’t understand. What does the death of Maurio have to do with acting like this in front of the lord?”

“What does it matter? If a guest is murdered, it is only natural that the host should take responsibility for it. If you know honor!”

“You keep talking about guest guests, so how could that Maurio be a guest of the baroness?”

“what? That’s right...

When Doyle was speechless, I asked the question again.

“Was that Maurio invited to this estate?”

“I wasn’t invited, but as I said, he was an important ally of mine.”

“It’s the same as Confucius Doiil wasn’t invited.”

“...what?”

“Confucius and his party left the cozy Yeongju-gwan and stayed at a tavern near the gateway. Not to mention he ate salt and bread.”

“...Salt and bread, you’re talking about a corny custom that doesn’t suit you.”

“Even if you consider the old customs, the baroness has no obligation to protect the prince’s party. If you want to find Jung’s murderer, you shouldn’t do this here, but instead try to reprimand the soldiers who escorted him.”

“......under.”

Doyle, whose hands were shaking the reins, twisted his lips up.

“I heard that Prince Eun raised a snake, so now I see that there are not one, but two.”

“...I’ll take it as a compliment.”

Doyle erased even the forced smile and glared at me silently.

hold on for a while A group of men and horses from the residential area were running this way. Doyle, who had been silent, smiled happily.

“Sir Eselda!”

“Confucius.”

“A true knight and the best swordsman has finally arrived.” Those who appeared on horseback were Sir Eselda, Atalanta, and four or five horsemen. Sir Esselda pulled the reins and approached Doyle with a calm face.

“We caught the culprit.”

“...caught the culprit?”

“He was a brothel pimp. He was carrying the jewels of the elder Maurio.”

By the time Doyle’s face contorted, I had to try hard to hide my expression. It’s because Atalanta, who met his eyes, secretly winked.

“...died in a brothel?”

“A number of prostitutes stood as witnesses. They heard an argument in the middle of the night and the pimp used a rope to strangle Maurio.”

Doyle, who listened to her words, made a bloody expression and turned to the elder Del Otto. But Del Otto also had a devastated expression on his face.

“Attilia, come here!”

As Atilia came down from her horse, the elder whispered to her

.

“Is it true what Sir Eselda said?”

“yes.”

“What about the pendant?”

“Here you go.”

Elder Del Otto was handed the broken pendant and gritted his teeth. Then, all of a sudden, he waved his hand and jabbed and slapped him.

Blood trickled down Atalanta’s face, probably because of the ring Del Otto was wearing.

“That X-arm-”

I was just about to leave, shouting, when Atalanta quickly raised her hand to stop me.

‘Didn’t you decide not to come forward?’ her cold, amber eyes said. seemed to say

As I gritted my teeth and stopped, Doyle, who was busy rolling his eyes, smiled.

“Ha, that was it.”

As if it were a question and answer dance, Esselda raised her two-handed sword and prepared her posture.

The forehead was covered with a crosshair, the point of the sword was pointed at the opponent’s eyes, the chest and back were erect, both knees were slightly bent and weight was placed on the back foot. Admiration erupted from everywhere at his impeccable and excellent posture.

Phoenix also drew his sword. With the posture lowered, the left arm was pulled tight to cover the area from under the eyes to the top of the knee with a circle shield, and the right arm was stretched out long, aiming a sword forward.

Following a brief confrontation, Esselda kicked the ground in a surprise attack.

“Sigh.”

She took a short breath and deployed the thrust. It looked like an ordinary stab, but Esselda instantly let go of her left hand holding the permal.

The two-handed sword that she let go of her left hand was extended. As if stabbed with a spear, the lich became a ship in an instant.

Despite the lightning-like speed and the sudden change of sides, the tip of Esselda’s sword aimed precisely at Phoenix’s eyes. It was an elaborate body movement that deviated from common sense.

Kang!

Phoenix blocked the attack with his shield. It was fast, but not enough to get him out of his senses.

After the stab bounced, Esselda naturally swung the handle. Suddenly, the sword gripped with both hands made an eerie sound and rushed to the bottom.

Phoenix, who was looking at the trajectory of the sword, inserted the sword at the right timing.

Kagak-

Esselda took a step back. I shook my wrist to easily shake off the entangled blades. Almost at the same time, he swung the handle above his head and poured sword strikes from side to side.

The Kaga Gaga River!

As the two-handed sword struck the shield and blade countless times, a fierce metal sound erupted. It was as if four or five blacksmiths were pounding the anvil incessantly.

Esselda’s offensive did not last long. It was because Phoenix hit the breastplate with the blade of the shield at the same time as he hit the sword hard.

Bang

“Ku”

It was as powerful as hitting with a battering ram, but Esselda shook off the shock with a short sound and took her stance again.

Green eyes mixed with brown opened a two-handed sword. Esselda, who discovered that a couple of teeth were missing, took a fresh look at Phoenix’s knife.

A cobweb-like pattern faintly engraved on the milky-white blade...

Ethelda opened her mouth as she looked at the sword, which seemed to be alive and breathing at first glance.

“A famous sword. Do you have a name?”

Phoenix smiled as he looked at the opponent who did not lose a breath despite the intense action.

“It’s Hrunting.”

“Hrunting. Right.”

“Sword of honor?”

“......Lily.”

Phoenix took a second look at Esselda’s two-handed sword. It was terrifying looking with a length that seemed to exceed 160 cm and even a paring hook.

Esselda, who was somewhat embarrassed by that gaze, added words.

“They called me.”

“hmm. It is a good sword.”

“Thank you.”

The conversation ended with that.

The fight that followed didn’t stop for a moment. for twenty minutes.

The lily was messed up and the original shield was a rag. Countless lines were drawn on the plate armor, and an iron helmet with its neckline cut off was rolling on the floor.

“Kkoaap!”

Esselda exquisitely blocked the Hrunting hit by Phoenix with a crown posture. The lily was crushed by superhuman strength that was unbelievable for a human being. Esselda took a side step and drained her strength.

Since it was the third pattern they had already experienced, Phoenix made a bold move. In one breath, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the back of Esselda’s thigh.

Esselda’s reaction was more agile. He twisted his two-handed sword and threw Hrunting to the side. Phoenix, who missed the sword, bent down and lifted herself up, and Esselda quickly pulled out a dagger from her waist.

hooked!

“Kkeuu”

The scars were once again engraved on Phoenix’s body, which was already full of scars. The dagger, aiming under the wing bone, pierced as much as two knuckles, and the strength drained from the arm.

“X arm-!”

For a moment, as Phoenix screamed, Esselda’s body floated in the air like a doll made of straw.

the ensuing fall.

bang!

“Heuk!”

Esselda, who was driven down from the back, missed the dagger and gritted her teeth. Phoenix quickly pushed her down and punched her.

blah blah!

A blow that could split a bull’s head in one blow crushed the helmet.

Esselda, who endured by clenching her angular jaw, quickly rolled her body and tried to get out of the crushed position, but Phoenix’s mount posture was too firm.

“Heh O hee” — —–

Phoenix, whose entire face was covered in blood from a long sword wound on his forehead, pressed Esselda while breathing like a beast. She tightened her legs around her waist and put her right arm across her armpit.

“Kheuuuuugh!”

Esselda spat blood and swung her left fist wildly. The heavy gauntlet hit the chin, chest and shoulders. Phoenix gritted his teeth and twisted his shoulders.

Poududeuk!

“Kkoaaak!”

As soon as her right elbow was shattered, Esselda let out a tearing scream. Then, Phoenix’s fists hit the golden face again.

Sir Esselda fainted as her head with a bang bounced like a ball on the floor

.

“Huh o uh o” Phoenix, who took a breath for a while, staggered and got up.

The scratches had already healed. However, the blood that flowed there was still soaking his whole body.

“Haa-”

While Phoenix let out a long breath, the place was filled with silence.

Since the duel was over, someone might have cheered, but somehow no one made a sound.

Phoenix picked up the Hrunting and put it in the scabbard, then moved towards the soldiers of the Mullin family.

“...Stop that! Stop!”

A few soldiers shouted and drew their swords. The bloodied knight quietly frowned.

“You don’t have to keep your promise. Move.”

As Mullin’s privates hesitated, Phoy Nyx pushed them away.

“...Wait Sir Phoenix.”

As the guards retreated, Doyle, whose face turned contemplative, tried to smile.

“Good, good. Since the king has won, I will take back what I said. So, “

Cheap!

Doyle ferociously tumbled in the palm of Phoenix’s swing. It was a bonus that three or four red molars cut through the air.

“... gurgling.”

“Doil Confucius!”

The opponent had already passed out with his eyes rolled over, but Phoenix didn’t seem to care. He grabbed Doyle by the collar and hit the other cheek with the back of his hand this time.

Damn!

Again, several molars erupted and blood spurted out.

After two rounds of ear-splitting, the target of his escort was in a dying state, and the soldiers stomped their feet without even thinking.

“......Whoa.”

Phoynix, who brushed up his disheveled hair, threw Doyle away and looked back at the soldiers.

“Tell me when this bastard wakes up.”

“......yes?” “Tell them that you will keep the last one.”

Looking back at the contemplative soldiers, the knight smiled.

“Can’t you kill me?”

“...Ah, I see.”

“Okay. Get off now.”

Phoenix let out a long sigh as he watched the soldiers withdraw after collecting Doyle and Esselda.