Chapter 97: Come and Get It!

  After listening to the conversation between the two adventurers, Xia Ya's eyes lit up and he immediately guessed seven or eight parts of it. He didn't say much on his mouth, but casually drank a few more sips of wine before putting down the cup.

  A group of cavalrymen made a ruckus in the tavern until nightfall before dispersing. Dororo and Hyakkimaru, along with some other attendants, also returned triumphantly, reportedly after the magician gave those thugs who had robbed him a good beating, stripping them naked and dumping them by the city walls.

  The magician who had finally vented his anger felt relieved and even moved faster than usual when washing Xia's feet at night.

  That night was uneventful, and the cavalrymen temporarily stayed in the garrison camp in the city. The next afternoon, after Shaya got up, he wandered around the town for half a day until noon, when he went alone to the Garrison Headquarters to urge Bonfret to set off. However, when he arrived at the gate of the Garrison Headquarters and asked someone to pass on the message, Shaya waited for a while before someone inside replied, saying that Sir Bonfret had drunk a lot of wine the night before and was still sleeping off his hangover, and hadn't gotten out of bed yet, asking Shaya to wait.

  Xia Ya flipped over, thinking of rushing in directly, but after a moment's thought, the task for this trip was given ample time. Since this little white face didn't want to rush on the road, it would be better to let his brothers rest for another day in Wildfire Town. However, since they were on a mission, he endured his temper and let the herald servant at the entrance go ask if Balfour's intention was to rest today and set off tomorrow.

  In fact, Bonfrey had already risen in the Guardian's Office. When Ahai arrived at the Guardian's Office, he was sitting in the great hall drinking with the commander of the Wildfire Garrison under close guard.

  Although the hall was a bit too large, it could still accommodate dozens of people for a drink. In the middle, a fire basin was piled up with high-quality white charcoal, and the flames were vigorous without any smoke. On the iron frame above the fire basin, a hook hung a lamb that had been roasted to a golden brown crispiness. Two women wearing thin robes, with a hint of wind and dust on their faces, held curved knives and cut the lamb into slices, placing them on plates and presenting them to Bonfret with both hands.

  Bonfret sat in the middle position, with a case of dried fruit and some dishes on the table in front of him, as well as a jug of wine. This handsome gentleman had completely regained his former demeanor, and there was no longer any trace of the panic-stricken look he had worn on the battlefield, like a startled quail. Instead, he raised his head high, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the defending general and several mid-level officers sitting below him in the town.

  Look at the warriors in front of the case, the soup and wine splashing on their faces, each holding a wine cup and drinking loudly. Bongfrete frowned heavily.

  Too crude. Too rude... This damn countryside. These guys simply have no upbringing or manners at all.

  And the women beside them... In every house, each man was accompanied by a painted and powdered woman. But these women were obviously all forcibly conscripted from the cosmetics street in Wildfire Town, and they were clearly of lowly origin as courtesans. Although the defending general had arranged for the youngest and most beautiful one to be placed beside Bonaparte, who was an imperial aristocrat, how could he possibly look down on a woman of such base origins?

  In the imperial capital, he had also been to brothels before. However, those were all high-end establishments where aristocrats gathered and spent lavishly. The girls inside were not comparable to these ordinary women by his side.

  Bonfrete drank a bit gloomily, but his heart finally settled down.

  No matter how many guards are stationed here, they all try to curry favor with him. He's regained some of his dignity and can drink and make merry here. There are even girls waiting on him... Hmm, it's a million times better than being bullied by that bastard Tuo in the 13th Garrison!

  Thinking of this, Bonfret drank a mouthful of wine with hatred.

  Just as he was thinking this, someone came in to report that Xia Ya was outside the Guardian's gate. Bonfret was furious and scolded a few words before sternly instructing them to say he wasn't up. At this moment, how could he bear to face Xia Ya?

  Xia Ya waited at the door for a while, feeling very bored and gradually getting anxious. He thought to himself, "I was ordered to protect you, if I'm too lazy, it would be embarrassing." So he came over to ask, "You're really lifting your tail high, aren't you?" Forget it! Anyway, this little white face is safe in the Guardian's mansion, so I don't need to worry about his safety anymore. Since this old guy doesn't want to move, I won't waste my time waiting here either. I'll go find something fun to do myself!

  Having understood this, Xia Ya laughed and left with her head held high. In front of the Guardian Mansion was a T-shaped road, which was originally wide enough, but half of it was occupied by the Guardian Mansion. There were not many shops on the street, and even if there were a few, they had been temporarily taken over by the guards inside the Guardian Mansion.

  Xia Ya walked a few steps and saw a horse-drawn carriage coming towards him, loaded with a large cart of firewood and charcoal. The horse pulling the carriage had a shiny black coat - Xia Ya was also a cavalryman at this moment, and he had a good eye for horses. He couldn't help but take another look at this horse.

  That horse is covered in dust and dirt, but its skeleton is still visible as being extremely handsome. Although it was brought by the owner to pull a cart with a clumsy horse, this horse walks with its head held high and strides freely, its posture is extraordinary, and its body lines are even more symmetrical, majestic and agile...

  Xia Ya's heart skipped a beat at first glance, such a good war horse was actually used to pull carts?

  He was somewhat moved at once, and he also had a lot of gold coins in his arms, so he might as well find the owner of the car to buy it...

  It's better to think twice, the Wild Fire Town is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Heaven knows what this car owner does... Maybe they're intentionally keeping a low profile and hiding their identity, if you rashly approach them, you might stir up trouble instead.

  Xia Ya sighed, shook his head and continued forward, but after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn back to look at the horse carriage again. The horse carriage was heading towards the Guardian Department's gate, with the coachman sitting in the carriage shed, wearing a thin leather jacket, with a large piece of hemp cloth wrapped around his head to block the wind. He was of medium build, holding a whip in his hand, leaning lazily against the carriage, and swinging the horse whip listlessly with his legs dangling down.

  But that black horse made Xia Ya's heart move, and she always felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

  Can't remember, Xia Ya could only shake her head, but continued walking for a while until she reached the end of the street, turned around and walked dozens of steps further. Suddenly, Xia Ya's face changed color, and her footsteps stopped abruptly!! In an instant, her mouth was dry and her tongue was parched, her heart was racing wildly, and she felt an extreme shock and numbness after being extremely excited, her body felt stiff and soft at the same time, with a heavy feeling in her chest that made it hard to breathe!!!

  No! No!! No!!!

  That horse, that horse... The feeling in my heart is... Familiar! Extremely familiar!!! That black horse, I've seen it before!!!!!

  The reason I didn't recognize it just now is that every time I saw this horse before, it was on the sandy arena! Every time I saw this horse, no matter how magnificent it was, its light was overshadowed by its owner! Every time I saw this horse, it was fully armored, even with a half-moon shaped horseshoe on its head!!

  It was precisely because of this that even he himself did not recognize it!!

  This black horse...

  It is...

  It is Hastur's mount!!!!

  The carriage slowly drove to the gate of the Guardian's Mansion, but suddenly stopped.

  A huge carriage suddenly blocked the gate of the Guardian's Mansion, and several guards immediately ran down, shouting loudly. The coachman jumped off the carriage, ignoring the shouts of the guards, slowly and calmly unfastening the horse harnesses one by one, then casually picked up a bundle of dry firewood piled on the carriage and threw it aside.

  Several guards rushed forward, and the car driver sneered. Without seeing how he moved, a black light flashed by, and two guards flew out directly. When they fell to the ground, their bodies were already completely charred!

  The driver pulled out several metal rods from the car, about the thickness of an egg, with threaded ends. Quickly assembled into a long gun, he then tore off the cloth covering his face and casually threw it to the ground!

  That seemingly ordinary and wooden face, but paired with a pair of eyes that are slightly more delicate, occasionally flashing with strange brilliance, suddenly makes this originally ordinary face full of spirit!!

  Hearing! Odin Hestin!!

  He flipped over, suddenly let out a long laugh, and galloped up the steps of the Guardian's Mansion. Amidst the surrounding guards' cries of alarm and anger, the black horse suddenly let out a loud whinny, raised its front hooves, and with one kick, it kicked open the mansion's gate, sending the door flying outwards. The flying door instantly knocked several guards to the ground.

  Hastings stood on horseback, blocking the entrance to the Guardian's Mansion. At this moment, there were already many guards rushing towards him from the streets, and a team of iron-clad guards with swords and shields also rushed out of the mansion, but Hastings had a cold smile on his face.

  With a loud shout, he leapt on his horse and brandished his spear!

  "Bongfrete, you coward! I told you, I'm here to take your life!"

  Accompanied by this long laugh, the black horse leapt out, its long spear sweeping across, bringing up a piece of black flame. The several iron-armored guards at the front were instantly crushed to pieces in the black light! Both men and armor turned into fragments!

  The long spear swept across, and several guards were instantly blown away. The sharp black light blade tore people in mid-air directly into two halves! When they fell to the ground, several incomplete corpses had already been charred by the black flames.

  Hastings' warhorse charged into the crowd in front of the Guardian's Mansion, and wherever his long spear reached, the iron-armored guards fell down with a miserable cry. In that black light, a bloody rain appeared out of thin air!!!

  There were also dozens of iron-clad guards in the courtyard, but they could not stop Hei Xing for a moment and were beheaded!

  Hastings bent down to pick up a Byzantine soldier's long sword from the ground, and the sword turned into a black light in his hand. With a loud crash, the door panel of the great hall shattered! He rode forward with his spear held high, and his horse trampled directly into the doorway of the great hall!

  In the hall, all the guarding generals were already stunned! Looking at this one man and horse rushing straight into the hall, the rider was wrapped in a black flame, as if he was a killing god walking out of hell!!!

  But Sir Bonfret, sitting in the middle, had already turned as pale as a dead man. The glass fell to the ground with a clang, and this gentleman's whole body began to shake uncontrollably. He stared fixedly at Hastings, his throat making a strange gurgling sound...

  Others may not recognize Hastings, but Bonfret, who had faced him on the battlefield before, couldn't help but recognize him.

  "Bonfret?" Hastings' eyes landed on the guy right in front of him, his gaze filled with killing intent: "I said it before, I will kill you! I won't give you the honor of dying in a fair duel with me! A coward like you is only worthy of being humiliated and slaughtered by my hand!"

  With a loud whoosh, the long spear in his hand suddenly flew out of his grasp and transformed into a black lightning bolt! In an instant, the black flames surged up, making everyone else in the hall feel as if they were being engulfed by an unstoppable wave of heat!

  A black lightning bolt suddenly shot in front of Bonfret, but this poor little white face who made a living by selling his butt, what skills did he have to block it? Not to mention that it was Heistin's angry strike?!

  With a loud crash, his body was pierced by the black lightning and instantly disintegrated! The black flame's burning, in an instant, burned his body into ashes! Poor Bonfret, not even leaving behind a corpse!

  The woman beside him had already fainted and collapsed to the ground, Hastings spurred his horse forward, trampling over the fire pit in the middle, slowly reaching the seat above. A long spear with a black flame burning fiercely was stuck in the place where Bonfret originally stood. Hastings gently grasped the spear in his hand, turned around, and his electric gaze swept across the hall. The several generals inside suddenly came to their senses, drawing out their swords and stumbling towards him.

  "Ants..."

  Hastings' mouth corners slightly rose, and the long gun with black flames lightly drew out a faint, eerie glow...

  BOOM!!!

  More and more soldiers swarmed in on the long street, but suddenly a wall on one side burst open, the wall shattered and collapsed, and a black shadow rode out through the wall, several soldiers were knocked flying with blood spraying wildly!

  Hastings stood at the end of the long street, gazing out at the Byzantine soldiers in front of him, their long spears pointing skyward as they laughed loudly.

  "Odin's wrath, slay the Byzantine warrior Boniface!!"

  In the midst of loud laughter, Hastings suddenly leaned forward and charged towards the crowd of Byzantine soldiers in front of him! The long spear rolled up a black light, and the crowd was instantly stained with blood!!

  A flash of gunfire, amidst the cries, the crowd scattered! No one could withstand a single shot from Hastings, and it was like a gust of wind blowing through a wheat field, with people falling down one after another, blood splashing everywhere. Hastings rode his horse straight through the crowd of Byzantine soldiers, emerging unscathed on the other side! He galloped to the end of the long street before finally stopping his horse. By now, Hastings was covered in blood from head to toe, and with a cold hum, he swung his spear lightly, striking the wall beside him with a loud crash. The entire wall crumbled and collapsed, burying the whole street under a pile of rubble!

  "Block me, die!! Chase me, die!!" Hastings' hoarse voice echoed through the long street, his high-pitched tone full of mockery: "If you dare, come on!!"