Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 139. 138. Hound Knight
Why did a butcher's son pop up again?

"How many people were involved in the stick you hit the prince with?"

Lan En looked helplessly at the nervous Alicia.

"It wasn't my fault! Joffrey went too far!"

"I'm friends with Mikay. We were playing with sticks by the river, but when he came over, he didn't know why he went crazy, so he asked Mikay to fight him. He was holding a real sword! Mikay was so scared froze, and begged him to take back the order, but Joffrey said it would be contempt for the Prince if he did not strike. He also drew his sword in Mycah's face."

"If I don't hit him, Mikay might be hacked to death on the spot!"

Alia's ability to tell stories is good, and she vividly interprets a prince who is domineering to the point of dementia while dancing and dancing.

The corners of Lan En's eyes twitched.

Civilians with real swords and sticks demanding bloody duels?
Is that prince mentally ill?Sadist?

Stessa's behavior still has some profit-seeking logic. Will this Prince Joffrey's abuse of civilians here increase his prestige?

And with the three of you running separately, you all meet here in the end? !
Under Lane's gaze, Arya lowered her head, Nymeria tilted her head, and Dog tilted her head.

In any case, since the place where the cheers are made is not far away, let's take Alia to have a look.

Appearing in public with the daughter of the Duke of the North, even if these people don't deal with the Stark family, they probably wouldn't dare to do black hands to Arya.

Lane nodded at Aliya, and the little girl understood him immediately.

With a small cheer, Nymeria stood up after tugging at her wolf ears.

This direwolf was also like a well-trained hound, wandering vigilantly beside Aliya, acting as a guard.

Two people and one wolf, because Lan En opened the way at the front, the bushes and tree branches along the way were not considered obstacles, and they quickly reached the place where the cheering crowd was.

A red-haired, freckle-faced boy in sackcloth sat slumped in horror against the roots of a tree.

He looked as if he wanted to shrink himself to the size of an ant.

And in a circle around them, there are five soldiers with torches in their hands and long swords in their waists.

They watched the boy like hungry mice watching a piece of cheese.

Lan En noticed that the leather armor on the chest of these soldiers uniformly had a pattern of a lion.

Five soldiers approached the boy with joyful and tyrannical smiles, punched and kicked the boy, causing the boy to fall to the ground like mud.

Lan En held down Aliya's intention to go out.

Although Lan En's understanding of this world is still very limited, through Alia's description and on-site observation, he can be sure that the family of the little girl beside him must be involved in the power struggle.

It is hard to say whether the scale of this power struggle is large or small, and it is difficult for the top nobles themselves not to encounter this one.

As for the butcher's son, if he was involved, there was a high probability that he would not survive.

If a beating here could get him out, Lan felt that his beating was worth it.

When the "hound dog" who sounds capable of doing things comes, he will take Alia directly out, and people's attention will naturally be diverted from the worthless Mikay.

Seeing how he is being beaten now, in the later stage, it is estimated that at most he will be reprimanded and the work will be over.

After all, he's just a butcher's son, so why bother holding him?
Lan En was trying to figure out the possibility of the development of the matter from the perspective of a normal person.

But he forgot one thing -

There are many abnormal people in this world.

"'The Hound' is coming!"

The small circle of five people moved out of the way, and a huge figure at least two meters two and three came from the woods with a torch in hand.

It was a knight equipped with fine black armor, and the helmet on his head was made into the shape of a hound.

He approached Mikay with heavy steps.

However, the boy who had been beaten to the point where he couldn't even turn over, actually whimpered and moved back as desperately as the man approached.

Lan En felt something was wrong when he saw this.

If it's just to arrest people, it's fine to get beaten. Why is Mikael so afraid?
Immediately, Lan En narrowed his eyes slightly, touched the hilt of the sword with his palm back, and led Alia and her direwolf towards the direction of the crowd.

Sure enough, amidst the sound of metal rubbing, the Hound Knight drew his hand and half sword that fit his body from his waist.

Without the slightest hesitation, the dark long sword was about to stab down at Mikay who fell to the ground!

The five soldiers surrounding the circle originally looked like they were watching the show, but then there was the whistling of the wind behind them.

That's something running wild!

The process of changing the expression from 'watching the show' to 'surprised' is very interesting.

Their eyes widened and they tried to turn and look back.

But the movement of the two people in the middle turned around was only halfway through, and a tall and thick figure directly crashed into the gap between them!

"Whoa!"*2
"Bang!"*2
The two soldiers felt like they were hit by a crazy buffalo!

Lan En obviously just brushed past them, but knocked them over abruptly.

A second before the Hound Knight's sword pierced Mikay, a clear sword light suddenly appeared.

With a sound of "dang", the broad sword edge of the opponent was held up.

"Ok?"

Lan En's slightly squinted eyes widened slightly at this moment, and he could also see through the gap in the hound's helmet, the other party's suddenly tightened eyebrows and surprised eyes.

This is the first time he felt a little bit of difficulty in wrestling with humans after transplanting the gene seeds.

Although the other party was nearly forty centimeters taller than him, this strength must have been trained hard on the basis of extraordinary talent.

This is a formidable knight.

Lan En didn't expect that before he met the long-known knights and warriors in the magical world, he first met a good fighter in an ordinary different world.

Fighting swords in a wrestling style is an unwise posture in a sword fight, so the Hound Knight and Lan En tacitly drew their swords together and retreated.

After setting up their respective postures, they fell into a confrontational posture.

"I don't know who you are, but this is a fugitive who hurt the prince. Don't mind your own business, boy."

A hoarse and low voice came from the Hound's helmet.

Although the other five soldiers also surrounded him, Lan En's expression was quite relaxed.

"He's a fugitive? But I heard it was the Stark lady who beat the prince. Wouldn't it be nice to kill a butcher's son?"

"Heh." There was a mocking sneer from under the hound's helmet. "Okay, no one can stop those who want to die."

The sound of long swords being unsheathed came from around one after another, and the five soldiers were also joining the battle at this time.

Their expressions were full of confidence, not because of their own fighting power, but because they were dealing with an enemy with the Hound Knight.

In their eyes, although this boy who rushed out suddenly was a bit wicked in both appearance and ability, how could he beat the hound and them?

This is another effort for nothing.

But at this moment when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Lan En put down his defensive sword-holding posture and looked playful.

"Tsk, I thought you were the kind of person who would fight fairly."

"You're just a nobody." The Hound Knight's tone was always aggressive, as if everyone owed him money. "I won't do me any good by fighting you fairly."

He led five soldiers to stick cautiously towards Lan En.

"Maybe I'll be famous tomorrow?" Lan En tilted his head and smiled, as if he didn't see their actions.

"Come out, Arya. The Duke of the North will surely make a name for whoever finds his daughter."

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(End of this chapter)