Chapter Eighteen: The Fangs Above

  A fireplace made of only four stone blocks is struggling to provide heat for the entire wooden house; but in that extremely simple fireplace, the flame is barely burning under the support of a few pieces of firewood, and the swaying flames are unable to provide enough temperature for the entire room, especially after yesterday's heavy snowfall, the sudden drop in temperature has completely surrounded the entire room with coldness.

  Dean, who had just woken up from a short sleep, squatted in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket that had been prepared long ago. He casually put a piece of firewood into the fireplace, and immediately, the flames, which had obtained new fuel, suddenly increased by several degrees. After that, the addition of several more pieces of firewood drove away the chill in the entire room, filling it with a warm and cozy atmosphere.

  In this warmth, Dean's eyes looked through the peephole he had deliberately left, feeling the biting cold wind, and looking at everything outside the room - this was the sentry post that made Dean have the most unpleasant memories. The former Dean had experienced numerous life-and-death struggles and humiliations here, especially the latter, which made his heart feel as if it had been gnawed by snakes and mice.

  But now...

  Dean was glad he could come back here again!

  "Get down! Keep getting down!"

  Looking out at the heavy snow outside the room, this was the first heavy snow in the north of the Emerald Kingdom after the winter solstice. Dean muttered softly to himself, and his eyes grew even colder, surpassing the biting cold wind.

  It was three days after Dean left the Knights' residence in Fichera, and during these three days, Dean certainly didn't do nothing. In addition to the pre-prepared food and warm cotton clothes and blankets, Dean also perfected and reinforced the unfinished traps that he had saved from his rush journey for the past three days.

  Even with this extra time, he added a few more things, making his entire plan even more secure.

  What's most comforting for Dean is the heavy snow that started last night.

  The heavy snow that had lasted all night still showed no signs of stopping, and this would inevitably become the best cover for the traps he had set.

  Is there anything more perfect than Nature's disguise?

  Now all Dean had to do was wait for the arrival of the leader of the Fichera Knights and his men - the situation in his memory would inevitably change due to his 'performance' that day, but Dean still had confidence that they would come.

  That deliberate suppression of greedy and murderous intent in his eyes, Dean wouldn't misjudge.

  Three days was an absolute limit of torture for him - he didn't think that Colonel Potts had any more patience!

  Dein could even guess that the reason why the other side did not immediately kill him, but waited for three days, was to make his "death" seem justified - the barbarian thieves attacked the changing post, and the Knights' commander came to support as soon as he received the news. Unfortunately, the trainee knight died, but the Knights' commander had a good harvest in the pursuit of bravery.

  As for anything else, did Colonel Potts have any other ideas?

  There must be, in Dean's guess, the commander of the Knights Templar, Potts, who was eager to see him shivering and trembling with fear in the cold wind.

  To this end, if it would make the whole plan go smoothly, Dean didn't mind 'cooperating' a bit; even sacrificing something was worth it.

  Taking a deep breath, Dean's eyes didn't leave the lookout point, he gazed outside, standing quietly inside the wooden house.

  He believes that the time he needs to wait won't be too long!

  ……

  And in fact, just as Dean had guessed, this morning, Potts, the commander of the Knights of Fichera, left the headquarters of the Knights of Fichera with his own knights attendants - twelve formal members of the Knights of Fichera.

  However, the heavy snow that had been falling all night showed no signs of letting up, which was somewhat unexpected for the knight commander. As a result, he and his attendants were forced to abandon their warhorses and proceed on foot, and due to the deep snow, they slowed down once again.

  So when he appeared before the sentry in that plan, it was already at sunset.

  Although it took several times the time, Potts and his party did not have any complaints. Each of their faces was filled with a burning greed that even the continuous snow could not cool down. On the contrary, they became more and more impatient - after all, that was a noble, although only a small one, but it must be worth a lot of money. Even if you put aside others' shares, your own share would be enough to make them live a happy life for a long time, just like what they did last time!

  It's even simpler than that one vote; after all, the previous vote had two guards for the small noble, but what about this so-called Dean Knight?

  It's just a lone commander and what's more important is that his strength isn't that great.

  Knights are undoubtedly respectable, if only because of their extraordinary abilities far surpassing those of ordinary people.

  Apprentice knight?

  Although it also has the word "knight", the prefix "apprentice" has already explained everything.

  In fact, among the formal members of the Knights Templar, there is a so-called "apprentice" title; and in a small local knights' group, such titles appear in batches, enough to prove that "apprentice" knights are worthless - even, some places only need enough gold coins to get such a title.

  So, Dein, who holds the title of apprentice knight, is already a sheep to be slaughtered in the eyes of these Ficharen Knights!

  Not to mention their strength, they had already experienced it before!

  "Squad leader, we've arrived!"

  The knight who had previously mocked Dean stopped in his tracks, looked at Pots and said again: "I hope our Dean Knight has enough blankets, otherwise last night's heavy snow would have frozen him to death!"

  At once, the people around him burst out laughing again with malice.

  "No matter if he freezes to death or not, I must take him down!"

  With a voice that carried the wind and leaked air, Riddel, who had been beaten by Dean three days ago, walked out of the queue, glaring viciously in the direction of the sentry post. The venom in his eyes was comparable to that of a poisonous snake. The swelling and bandages on his face proved that the injuries he suffered at Dean's hands had not fully healed; however, after learning about his uncle's plan, Riddel could no longer wait.

  That day's poisonous blow, he must return tenfold, a hundredfold in revenge.

  "Mongrel from the Emerald City, I'll definitely take him down!"

  Ryder looked at his uncle, Commander of the Knights of Fichera.

  "Go on, you two follow up!"

  Bo Qi readily agreed to his nephew's request and then beckoned to the two attendants by his side; instantly, the two followed.

  But that smiling face was obviously pretending to be careless.

  It's not just these two people who are indifferent, but even everyone in Pots' group doesn't think it's difficult to take down a superficial little nobleman. Even Riddell, who was poisoned by Dean, thinks so - he always thought that if he hadn't been drinking and the other party wasn't making a sudden attack, he could easily defeat him.

  Just a small aristocrat, what's there to be concerned about?

  They're seasoned veterans of the 'Knights'!

  With that thought, Riddell and the two knight attendants stepped quickly towards the sentry box - without Riddell's indication, one of the knight attendants kicked open the wooden door with a lift of his leg.

  They are ready with a high-spirited attitude to face the victory fruits they should have.

  As for failure?

  They never thought of it, so when something unexpected happens, they are always caught off guard.

  Bang!

  The loose, rotten and Dean-renovated wooden door under the boots almost flew out, opening up the trajectory of the flying arrow.

  Hehe!

  That slightly thin armor was unable to block the two powerful crossbow arrows, and in the midst of the two sounds of blood and flesh being pierced, the hearts of the two knight attendants were pierced by the arrows - one from the crossbow set up as a mechanism behind the door, and the other from Dein's hand-held crossbow.

  Scalding hot blood splattered directly onto Riddell's face, and he subconsciously wiped his face with his hand, staring at the bright red palm. This man who had previously sworn to avenge himself apparently didn't understand what was happening - until Dean appeared in front of him, knocking him unconscious with a single knife-hand strike, leaving Riddell's face filled with a bewildered expression.

  With a single motion, Dean lifted Riddell and slung the crossbow over his back. He gazed coldly at Potts' group twenty yards away, raised his right hand, and made a throat-slitting gesture with his thumb. Then, carrying Riddell, he vanished into the cabin door - with Riddell, Potts' nephew, by his side, Dean wasn't worried that they wouldn't follow.

  After all, after two attendants died and Riddle was detained by himself, even if there was no deep hatred, Pots would not let him go, let alone with the letter of the deputy commander of the Central Knights, even for the sake of promotion and wealth, Pots would definitely do his best.

  Of course, apart from Captain Potts, the other members of the Ficheraun Knights were also quite brave under the premise of being outnumbered.

  "Ding!"

  Boats stared at the empty wooden door and roared loudly.

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