Since the trial was passed, the Eagle Group was qualified to assist the Fire Sword in participating in this mission as agreed, and the final reward was divided into 73%.
In other words, if everything goes well, the Eagle Group can get 3,000 gold coins without exerting too much effort. This is undoubtedly great news for the Eagle Group, which is already strapped for funds.
Inside the square of the castle, different scenes appear.
The Knights of the Round Table of the Sword of Fire gathered together in twos and threes, chatting in low voices, comforting their horses, or maintaining their weapons.
Baron Mario and the white dog Garda stood next to Lancelot with flattering faces and waved free compliments, while Lancelot responded indifferently.
Gus was sitting on a box and was being bandaged by the accompanying doctor, with several circles of gauze tied around his head. Many members of the Eagles gathered around him, talking excitedly to Gus.
In the corner, Griffith sat silently on a tree stump. The right side of his face was swollen, his right eye was narrowed to a slit, and two teeth were broken in his mouth. He looked quite embarrassed. Carth
Jia looked distressed and carefully applied ointment to him. She wanted to say something, but when she saw Griffith's cold and sharp eyes, she couldn't help but swallow her words back.
Griffith like this... is so strange and scary.
Griffith's eyes were on Gus, and then moved to Lancelot in the distance. From time to time, he would glance at Rickett. His fists were clenched closer and closer, and the fingertips that sank into his palms even oozed blood.
He clenched his teeth tightly, blood flowed from the injured gums and unhealed mouth again, his cheeks and temples bulged, and the only open left eye was filled with bloodshot eyes.
Everything has become strange. Aren't I moving steadily towards my dream? Why did it become like this? When did it start... when...
Heather!
Griffith suddenly stood up, causing Casca to let out a soft cry. The ointment jar in his hand fell to the ground without holding it firmly and shattered into pieces.
Without paying attention to Casca, Griffith's thinking suddenly became clear.
That's right, ever since I met that weird wizard named Heather, everything around me has started to become darker. It seems that my luck has gone away from me, but if you think about it carefully, the cause of all this is Heather, the fire person.
The Sword Advisor is either a knight of the Fire Sword. What if these knights are people sent by Heather to specifically instigate a relationship between herself and Gus?
No, think about it again, do you really have the capital to allow such a powerful knight to come and interfere in the mission just to disgust you? Isn't it too conceited, Griffith?
And that wizard Heather, what exactly does he mean by "destiny"... Or maybe it's all just a coincidence.
Griffith's eyes were constantly changing, his heart was in turmoil, and his brows were furrowed, obviously he was extremely anxious.
Suddenly, Griffith felt someone touching his frown. He subconsciously waved the person away and roared: "Get away! Don't touch me!"
Then came Casca's cry of pain.
The originally lively scene suddenly became silent. Everyone looked stiffly at their beloved leader Griffith standing there angrily and breathing heavily, while Cascaia held her left hand that was rapidly swelling.
face, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.
"Casca!" Jiedu quickly ran over to help Casca up, and then looked at Griffith in disbelief: "Griffith, she is helping you apply medicine, why are you..."
Griffith also woke up at this time and realized what he had done. He glanced at Casca with a slightly guilty look, took a few steps back hastily, and murmured:
"Sorry...sorry, please let me be quiet for a while, okay?"
With that said, he strode away into the distance, not looking back even if others called him.
In the distance, the Knights of the Round Table were watching all this quietly.
Next to the bonfire in his heart, Galahad was silent for a moment and then said: "It seems that his heart has been messed up."
"Not only that, this young eagle also suspected Lord Heather." Tristan rubbed his chin: "Is it okay?"
Yan Qishi pursed her lips and smiled twice, and said softly: "Haha, this is exactly the effect our master wants to achieve. He wants to plant seeds named [Doubt] and [Resentment] in Griffith's heart.
.Doubt will make him crazy, and resentment will make him more anxious. Master Heather, is this what you call [killing people to kill people]?"
Heather shrugged: "It's a pity that I don't have weapons that can control people's hearts or bodies. Otherwise, it would be more fun to put on a puppet show. All my relatives and loved ones have parted ways with me, and I can't continue to pursue my dreams because of the betrayal."
Griffith is wailing in despair, what a wonderful scene it would be... Sigh, look at it now, it's really a shame that I couldn't get Dover's parasitic thread in the pirate world. When can I go to one?
Going to the world of Saint Seiya, I really want the PLUS version of the 'Star Puppet Line' as a parasitic line!"
The Knights of the Round Table looked at each other and felt that their master had a dark mind. If he were a character in the novel, he would definitely be a big villain.
"Lancelot asked what to do next, should it go as planned?" Percival asked.
Heather shook her hand: "Of course, the play has reached a critical point, and I can't allow the actors to leave without permission. Let Lancelot add more fire to Griffith!"
Soon, the team in the castle regrouped. The plan provided by Lancelot was very simple. With eleven Knights of the Round Table as the vanguard, they attacked the Morrow Castle from the front, with the Eagle Regiment as a support cover, thus attracting the majority of the crowd.
Some of the defenders' firepower lured them out of the city. Then Lancelot and a few helpers took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the castle and kill the enemy leader.
Moro Castle is not too far away from Sisto Fortress where they are located. It can be reached in about two hours by horseback.
The whole army was ready to go. Garda, who was wearing luxurious armor, rode on his horse and asked Lancelot: "The person responsible for the beheading operation is naturally Lord Lancelot, but who are you planning to bring as helpers? So
I think it’s better to invite some other knights of the Fire Sword to help out..."
"The Yoda Empire defenders in Moro Castle have a total of four thousand people, not counting the cannons and crossbows. The other knights of the Fire Sword must stay in the frontal siege team, so as to ensure that our side is reduced to the maximum
Dead and wounded.”
Lancelot glanced at the Knights of the Round Table and the cadres of the Eagle Group present, and slowly said:
"I need the good hands of the Eagles to be my assistants."
When Griffith saw the other party's eyes falling on him, he subconsciously frowned and wanted to refuse. But Lancelot said first:
"I want Gus and Ricketts."
"Huh?" Casca and the others exclaimed in surprise. It was understandable to choose Gus, but why not choose Griffith instead of Rickett? At this time, Rickett was still awkwardly dressing himself in the distance.
That smaller armor is not qualified to participate in the pre-war council of cadres.
"I'm very optimistic about Gus. He can play a huge role as an assistant. In addition, I also want to see what kind of magic power Young Rickett has that can make the staff wizard of the Fire Sword fall in love. Okay, let's choose the two of them.
The rest will proceed as planned."
After saying that, Lancelot took the lead and rode away.
Griffith looked at Gus, who looked slightly excited at this time, like a fan who had been recognized by his idol. Then he subconsciously turned his attention to Rickett in the distance. This kid was talking to Lance.
Lott talked with surprise on his face.
Sword of Fire...Rickit!
Griffith tightened his grip on the sword hilt at his waist.