Cold, shaking... Well, in fact, what Horn felt was limited to the cold touch of the floor. When his consciousness gradually returned to awake, two mysterious people with their faces covered were already in front of him.

Without thinking, Horn concluded in the shortest time that he and his companions must have been attacked by these two people and caused them to fall into a coma.

After trying and struggling, Horn found that he was currently tied with a hemp rope, and the part of the shouting was unable to make a sound because something was stuffed in his mouth.

Turning his eyes, Horn noticed that the night patrol soldier who was originally walking with him was lying on the wall, but he was not tied with a hemp rope like he was. It seemed that he had been questioned by mysterious people before.

I don't know if he is still alive.

Horn couldn't help but have this idea in his mind. If the mysterious man would only knock himself out after asking about the information, then when asking, it would not mean that he could not cooperate with the other party as much as possible. Although Horn was satisfied with the salary paid by the current lord, this amount of money was not enough to make him sacrifice his life and death for the lord.

To put it in a bit old saying, Horn still has elderly parents and a wife who has just passed the house, so he naturally has to take care of his life more.

He looked up at the dress of the two mysterious people, but Horn quickly turned his eyes away. The more people knew, the easier it was to be silenced, Horn still knew about this little thing, so after he realized the mistake he made, he immediately corrected his own behavior.

However, the suspicious thing is that in the shocking glance just now, Horn seemed to see one of the mysterious people wearing a mask that was not a normal thief or assassin, but a black stocking for women was put on his head. In this case, Horn would definitely not hesitate to distance himself from it.

We are not planning to hurt your life. If you are willing to cooperate, everything will be fine. I will take off the object in your mouth later. Can you promise me not to scream later? The mysterious man with black stockings on his head walked up to Horn and squatted down. When he found that Horn always refused to look at him, the mysterious man with black stockings was stunned at first, and then nodded suddenly and said: It seems that you are a smart person, don't worry, generally speaking, smart people have longer lives. Although I don't like them a lot.

After hearing the mysterious man say it, Horn nodded, and on the other hand, he also secretly reminded himself, and waited to make himself look stupid as much as possible when answering questions.

The object stuffed in his mouth was removed, and Horn first took a breath twice. Then he asked: What help do you guys need?

Oh. Not bad. He didn't shout loudly. The mysterious man with stockings on his head took out a silver coin from his pocket and flicked his thumb to his accomplices, with a little displeasure: I guessed it again.

Horn was stunned for a moment. He soon realized that the two mysterious men would start a bet on whether they would shout after the object they were removed. This shows that the two of them didn't care whether they would choose to warn them in the end.

Don't think about it, I set up a soundproof barrier in this room. Even if you shouted at the top of your voice, the people outside wouldn't hear any sound. I noticed Horn's doubts, and the mysterious man with stockings on his head friendly to solve the questions for Horn, and then shrugged: I've answered your question, it's time for you to answer mine, and I won't do anything with you. You just need to tell me where the lord bedroom of this castle is and how to get there.

Lord's bedroom? Horn's expression froze again and asked in a competitive manner: You are not here to assassinate the lord, are you?

Just dressing up and judging by the fact that the two mysterious men were either thieves or assassins. Looking back, the companions who patrolled the night before mentioned that the thieves would not go to remote countryside to steal, the two of them were highly likely to be the killers who received remuneration and came to assassinate the lord.

Since he planned to cooperate, Horn did not feel guilty about betraying the lord, but considering that the other party was an assassin who killed people without blinking, Horn couldn't help but worry about whether he would be silenced after being used.

I know what you are thinking, don't be so nervous. We won't assassinate the lord today, and of course there is no question of silence. After all, death in the castle will always cause the lord to tighten his ring. The man in the cloak of stockings wrapped his hands around his chest and turned his head to think for a while: But you shouldn't go and report to the lord afterwards, right?

Horn shook his head left and right without hesitation, saying, "What a joke, my life is still in his hands now."

Then it's decided, you can help us guide us, and then pat our butt and go home to sleep.

Hello, don't agree to others like this. The mysterious man wearing a black mask was probably dissatisfied with the referee of the man in the hooded stockings, and interrupted from the side: It is safer to make him faint first after asking, and let him go away on the spot. What if this guy turned around and called someone over?

No, I won't do such a thing. Horn felt a little nervous, and after a comment, he hurriedly said: But I think it's good to get me fainted after asking about the road later. My only desire is to survive. I don't want to know who you are, nor do I know what you plan to do next. I just simply perform night patrol service with my companions, and we didn't find anything during the patrol.

Fabricating false memories? The mysterious man with silk stockings scratched his head, and then pinched two protrusions that seemed to be sharp on the top of his head: These things that need to be cured are not up to us. You just need to tell us how to walk in the lord's bedroom.

Horn was silent for a short time and said: Go up to two floors, move along the left side of the stairs, and count the fourth room after walking to the end of the corridor. But don’t blame me for not reminding me that the ones responsible for the upper floors are not us night patrol soldiers who can walk around, but the guards directly under the lord. Their combat power is not the same level as that of us ordinary soldiers.

You don't have to worry about these unnecessary things. Now we may ask you to have another sleep. If we check that the direction you are pointing is not wrong, then you will wake up soon.

But if it is wrong, you may not wake up. The mysterious man wearing a black mask added to the words of the man in the hooded stockings.

Horn nodded to show his understanding, and then rushed to death.

After waiting for a while, the impact that Horn expected never appeared, so he raised his head again with a puzzled look.

Hit the back of the neck? No, no, I wouldn't use such a rough approach. The man in the hooded stockings shook his index finger and then took out a dark gray object from the small bag placed beside him.

As the dark gray object gradually approached, Horn suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. Before the dark gray object could approach him, a stench that was about to destroy Horn's sense of smell came first.

I came across this thing when I passed by the laundry room. It is probably from a soldier who has not changed his socks for many days. Now we want to stuff it into your mouth to achieve the effect of making you unconscious.

Horn swallowed his saliva and said calmly: Give me a suggestion, can I use a rough method to make me faint?

Of course not. I made this pair of smelly socks to play with this joke. Since your companion has eaten the left-foot socks, in order to let you go and retreat together, just eat this right-foot socks! The man in the head stockings forced himself to open Horn's mouth with his left hand, and said softly like a devil's whisper: Remember my name, I am Batman, the guardian of Gordon.

Before the socks were stuffed into his mouth, Horn felt that he was on the verge of collapse. At the last moment when his consciousness was gone, Horn forced to ask mentally: What about your companion?

He is Robin, but you can also call him a magical boy.

Hello! The mysterious man wearing a black mask couldn't help but shouted: Why does my nickname sound so much like a follower?

Oh, because I'm Batman.

At this point, Horn finally fell into a completely coma.

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I threw the two patrol soldiers who were in a coma together. I took off my eye mask and wiped the smell on my hands. It was not that I wanted to complain, but the owner of this pair of socks must have not changed the socks for at least half a month. Not only were there moldy and clumpy on it, but even the holes on the thumb were not repaired.

The two of them pointed to the same position, so we can initially eliminate the suspicion of their randomly pointing to a room. Lucario leaned against the wall, and the silence just now seemed to be because he was busy simulating the road map in his mind.

So do we have to go directly over? I pinched my eye mask in my palm, but fortunately the divine fire would not burn the real objects, otherwise I, the Batman hood, would not have to continue wearing it.

You said you fought with the Lord's guards, and then rushed to the room and cut off the shaking lord's head lying on the bed before leaving? It sounded a bit sarcastic, but Lucario used an excited tone at this moment. If I nodded, maybe Lucario really planned to draw his sword and push it over like a bulldozer.

I don't think it's difficult to implement it, but I just learned a new information this morning. After thinking for a while, I decided to share the information I got from Beatries with Lucario: The lord father of Fino and Litto Loli seemed to be not dead, but pretended to be dead.

Fake death?

Yes, maybe the family has not had a stumble since the beginning. The reason why Fino is out is just a part of the plan. When I said this, I spread my hands to Lucario again: the details still need to be verified, but it should not take much time. After all, we are only two floors away from the current lord who has the secret.

So I had to give up the plan to fight for the time being. Lucario said with some regret: Unlock the hemp rope used to tie the two soldiers, and we will go out and climb up from the city wall. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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