Assassin’s Adventure - Chapter 197

This look completely shattered all of Bonnet’s hopes, and made him understand one thing, that he could never escape the control of Captain Gordon, and the guard’s desperate and nostalgic eyes made him seem to see his end.

Resisting the dislocated arm, he climbed up from the bushes and said nothing until Gordon came over.

“why.”

Gordon saw that the French boy in front of him had completely accepted his fate, no longer hiding from fear, and even dared to ask questions.

So he smiled, then reached out and grasped the latter’s dislocated arm.

“what why?”

“Why, those bright red lives, you can harvest mustards.”

Gordon didn’t speak, just folded Bonnet’s arm and swung it from the inside out.

Click!

“Hey! Can’t you just take it lightly?”

The sharp stimulation brought by the interlaced bones made Bonnet take a deep breath, but his dislocated arm was able to move freely. He rubbed his shoulders, still looking at the bloodthirsty man in front of him, wanting to know the answer.

“There is no reason, no one is born to like to kill, it is just forced by the situation, when killing becomes a habit… it couldn’t be easier.”

Gordon thought for a long time, and finally could only say something like this, since when did he break his bottom line? When was the first innocent person killed?

“Come on, take me to Brice, it’s time to end this!”

The two hurriedly stepped on the war horse. Under Bonnet’s simple teaching, Gordon mastered the most basic riding skills, that is, how to control the direction of the horse and how not to fall.

The sound of horses’ hooves and the sound of thunder began to fade away, leaving only the two corpses lying in the icy rain on the deserted countryside.

In the Governor’s Mansion of the Royal Fortress, Brees watched from the window as the team rushed over. Of course, he was led by his able-bodied Anthony, a muscular man. Anthony was a loyal subordinate he brought from Paris. The superb combat skills are almost unmatched, controlling more than a hundred people.

He wears a wide-bladed epee carefully crafted by a swordsmith on his waist. He once split a wild bison during the hunting season. This is Bliss’ greatest guarantee, and he instantly feels a lot of security.

“Sir, my people have found the traces of those slaves by the sea. They are like turtles in a urn. Give me another hour…”

Anthony couldn’t understand Bliss’s order. Anyone who offended him would be punished with the most severe punishment, which guaranteed Bliss’s supreme majesty and never made exceptions.

This can effectively ensure that no one dares to cause trouble on this site.

Brice didn’t speak, just waved to him to take it easy, and then looked at the priest Bane who was walking behind him.

Bane was holding a quaint box in his hand, full of silver patterns, as if it was made of some kind of alloy, something that did not belong to this era at all.

“what is this?”

“Holy Artifact – Medal.”

“It’s called a medal?”

“Yes, the origin is irrelevant. It can sense and guide the witch’s direction, and restrain her power to a certain extent.”

“Are you sure?”

Bliss opened the box, and in a burst of gear rotation, a delicate and thick diamond-shaped object was placed in it. Except for the excellent workmanship, there was hardly any other special point.

“If there are no problems with the recorded books…”

“What I need is an affirmative answer.”

“Not sure, but it’s our only way.”

For this answer, Brisbane is obviously very dissatisfied, but can only admit that it is indeed the truth, and they have no choice.

“Anthony, lead someone to follow Pastor Baine, and bring me back a beautiful witch, and then tie it to the stake and burn it to death.”

Anthony didn’t look at everyone present as if he was joking. From the conversation, he seemed to understand that he was recruiting him in a hurry to arrest a witch.

“Sir, are you sure you are a beautiful witch?”

“Witches are almost always beautiful women. There is no exception. Go, I am here waiting for your good news.”

Anthony led the way. According to Bane, the badge indicated that the witch was hiding a little south of the fortress, temporarily losing her offensiveness.

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At the seaside agreed with the Jackdaw, a black slave was hiding beside the reef against the cold, with only one head exposed, observing the sea in the distance.

More people hid in a small wood not far away, waiting for the arrival of the Jackdaw amid hunger and cold. The shelling of the fortress was over. They wondered if they could wait for the life-saving ship. Dumb eyes stared at the sea, expecting a miracle to appear.

“There’s a boat coming! A sailboat with green sails!”

The black slave by the sea found the green sails exposed at the corner of the rock. The whole boat was exactly the same as what Mr. Mickey had said. The whole person was suddenly full of strength, running and shouting, and sent this good news to everyone~www.mtlnovel. com~ Mickey is resting under the tree with his eyes closed. Whether it is fighting or the cold weather will make people feel tired, it is more necessary to think about the road behind.

The shouting in his ears made everyone boil, so he got up from the ground and walked to a high place where he could see the boat.

There was no objection, it was the Jackdaw, a hull so familiar that he could recognize it at a glance, even if it had a new set of sails.

“Sir, here comes the Jackdaw.”

Sailors on the side also recognized their boat.

“Everyone is ready to board!”

Mickey shouted, and the boat came out from behind the cliff, almost in sight.

The slaves were all refreshed and cheered, all doubts and worries were broken at this moment, and they were about to be free.

Before the Jackdaw broke down in the sea, a large number of people began to swim towards the ship. They didn’t want to stay for another minute in this island land.

Later, everyone started to swim, and Mickey was no exception. He had to find Alan immediately and discuss the next plan with him.

The captain returned to the fortress alone, and ordered them to go first.

The Jackdaw came a little too easily, there was no trace of firefight, and it came a little too fast, and the whole port was filled with a strange atmosphere.

People boarded the boat with the help of the lowered rope ladder and the lowered sail ropes. Allen personally pulled Mickey up, but did not see the captain, the captain he wanted to punch hard.

“Alan, what happened to the fortress, if it wasn’t for you and the fortress, who was it?”

Mickey stood on the deck with sea water all over his body, and asked Alan before he could speak.

“It’s hard to explain for a while, so tell me the captain first! Where is he?”