We have just discussed how to go, and we decided to ride. I don't know why we have to ride, but Sanson insisted to do so.
So now Karl and I are riding along the main road of Renus City, between us are the eight soldiers walking in two columns. Ah, we are on the horses and the soldiers are walking on foot, although we didn't lock these soldiers up, it looks exactly like what captives transfer looks. The could be what Sanson tried to achieve.
I glimpsed that the soldiers' faces all turned red, and they are walking with their heads down, not looking up nor looking around. However, the citizens in Renus City can see us clearly. People are whispering.
"Hey, aren't those Baron Silikian's guards?"
"Really, why are they like this?"
"The lad riding on the horse is that kid this morning! He cut the troll's neck...."
Karl looked around and unwittingly blushed, he murmured:
"Ah, we are really like going to a exchange of prisoners."
"Huh? You're right! Karl! Good analogy!"
I tried hard to make an awesome expression. Although I hope Jamini can walk elegantly, but Jamini is just like walking in the fields, more like shuffling, which makes me really unhappy. Ah, forget about it.
Jamini is Jamini. Regardless it's the horse or the human.
And Sanson is at the back of the soldiers. He let Iruril to ride his horse "Meteor", and he is grabbing the reins and walking on the ground. Iruril with a very worried tone asked him to ride together, but Sanson firmly refused.
And further behind are Cherine and the servants of the hostel. We asked them not to come, but Cherine said we are their guests, so he has to be responsible in the end.
"Perhaps when that Baron saw your number, he'd do it hard. Once you enter the house, it could be difficult to come out again. Though we are unable protect you, at least when the Baron see we have so many people, he would probably not imprison you deliberately. "
Cherine said those words, and led the people to follow us. One of the few passers watching us shouted:
"You see! What've they done?"
That leader Hanster immediately shouted back:
"You stupid pig! These people killed the trolls, of course they will need to pay compensation. Now we are escorting them to the Baron."
I almost fell from my horse, Karl, Sanson and Iruil are also laughing. The passer spitted and scratched his head:
"Bah! What, you said who is escorting who?"
People began to laugh. Ah, riding a horse does have many benefits. Hanster viciously clenched his fists, but because he is empty-handed, he can't do anything. All their halberds have been broken by me.
By the way, I really feel very uncomfortable. I constantly think of that Archmage Aphnaidel. What kind of person is he? Tyburn can summon Balrog, then this Archmage might be able to summon a dragon?
"Hanster, excuse me, what kind of person is this Aphnaidel?"
Hanster looked up at me unhappily, then winced and said.
"He's not human being. He is very frightening."
"He's that scary?"
"If I were you, I would only go to deal with him when I want to die...."
Hanster hasn't finished his words yet, his body began to tremble incessantly, my whole mood turned worse. We punched the men of the horrible Archmage, and now we are bringing them back like this, uh, this isn't good.
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We finally arrived Baron Silikian's mansion. It's a very majestic mansion, but there is no time to look at it. As compared to the mansion, I found a more attractive picture which drew my attention.
On the courtyard in front of the mansion, there is a shed, under the shed there is a red carpet. A very ornate chair is placed on the carpet, and someone is sitting on it, I don't know whether he's the Baron or not, but he seems to know we are coming, and is waiting here. Although he is wearing gorgeous clothes, those clothes look too expensive that make people afraid to eat as if they would dirty the clothes. A servant is kneeling and holding a bowl, something like biscuits is in it. He has been constantly eating. Really terrible!
Beside him there is a man in robe, holding a wooden stick, impatiently looking at the sky. When I saw this robe on this man, I thought of Tyburn's. Tyburn's robe is kind of a functional clothing that you can even sleep in it. But now looking at this robe, it's completely like shouting at people: "I am an Archmage!" If not, why it's all painted with stars and sparks patterns? Maybe this man is the Archmage Aphnaidel. I would like to look at this man's face, but he has been looking at the sky, so I can't have a clear look. However, he is unexpectedly young. I thought grand mages should all be elderly. On their left and right sides, they are lined with soldiers wearing chainmail and halberd, about thirty or so.
Because the main gate is opened, we can walk directly into the courtyard. Behind us are Cherine and his servants, as well as curious citizens. Once the citizens noticed that the Baron and the Archmage are there, they began to get excited. The crowd is getting louder and louder.
I sighed and talked to the soldiers:
"Well, your men are there, do you want to stand next to them?"
But those soldiers' faces are covered with fear, they hesitated to go back. What? How could this be? The leader Hanster stammered:
"We... We are dead! Aphnaidel the Archmage is there......"
At this time, the Baron sitting on the chair made a gesture to retreat the servants, he began:
"Welcome to my house, my guests!"
Karl looked at me and got down from the horse, Iruril behind also dismounted. Then Sanson and Iruruil walked over. The baron nodded.
"Three men, one elf. Right!"
"So you're the Baron Silikian, owner of the arena?"
I asked. The baron's temple twitched, he said:
"Owner of the arena? Yes, I am Baron Silikian."
"I heard that you are a fake baron?"
The baron seems to explode soon. My mouth can just tell truth, so I can't help even if it makes him unhappy. Baron Silikian didn't shout at me, but looked at someone behind me.
"Hanster!"
Hanster with a desperate look came forward, suddenly knelt down. Baron Silikian said:
"How come I can't see the compensation? What is it? Why does this guy dare to be so presumptuous here?"
"We were ambushed! Once we arrived at the hostel, they set things up with Cherine, the owner of the hostel, and ambushed us! So they got our equipment...."
I couldn't hold my laughter. So stupid! Please think about the situation before you lie, how could he be so stupid? Baron Silikian's face is twitching, looking angrily at Hanster, until Hanster couldn't stand anymore. He began desperately kowtowing.
"Are you trying to fool me?"
"I deserve death, please forgive..."
"You really deserve death."
Hanster raised his head desperately. But the baron'eyes have turned to the Archmage. I stepped back a little.
Aphnaidel's eyes which have been looking at the sky, are now looking down at Hanster. Hanster's face is already half-dead. He fell and sat on the ground and kept crawling back.
"Help ...... Please forgive me!"
Aphnaidel put his hand into his robe, and then took something out carefully. He is now holding a black rope.
"Scream. Let's see if you still have any living value, Hanster!"
Aphnaidel's voice is cold. He threw the rope to Hanster.
"Uh ah!!!"
As if seeing a snake flying over, Hanster is screaming in horror, and began waving his arms. What? He is afraid of rope? Aphnaidel began muttering. Just like those random unknown words from Tyburn, and then said quickly:
"Bind! Tie & Knot!"
The rope flying over seems to come alive, it's now crawling around Hanster's body and wrapping his neck. Hanster in order to prevent the rope from tightening around his neck, is desperately clutching both ends of it, but he can only try his best to stop it, but there is no way to rip it off.
Hanster has flushed.
Aphnaidel again took out something like powder from his robe. He sprayed it over to Hanster, and cast another spell.
"Rope Trick!"
At that moment, one end of the rope wrapped Hanster's neck began going up towards the sky, the other end stood stiffly on the ground. Then, Hanster because of his body weight, got the rope tighten on his neck.
"Uh, uh ahhhhh!"
God, so he is going to die! Whether that guy is a scary Archmage or not, I can't stand it anymore.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Before I yelled, Iruril had already taken action. I saw Iruril's brunette. She ran towards Hanster, and then raised her left hand dagger and cut rope. A crash.
Huh? Isn't that a rope? Iruril embarrassingly looked at Aphnaidel, she wanted to help Hanster. However the upper end and the lower end of the rope are like tightly pulled, so Hanster's body is lifted naturally, his neck is hence tightened. Aphnaidel mockied:
"That is not a normal rope, silly elf...."
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