Chapter 84: Just Interest [First Order Request] (Three Updates)

Horn dug a hole in the hillside with a shovel, drank some wine and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Although Prince Conde had built a tomb for Danji, Horn felt that this might not be what Danji would like.

Horn pulled a spoon out of his pocket: "This was originally my holy relic, but now it has become your holy relic."

Throwing the spoon into the pit, Horn shoveled the dirt back in.

After inserting the cedar tombstone in front of the grave, Horn patted the dirt on his hands, took two steps back, and nodded with satisfaction.

Sitting down, Horn took another sip of the mead, which was so sweet that it tasted bitter.

In everyone's eyes, Danji just didn't make it or was injured and was taken away by the church.

Apart from a few of us, who else could know how brave he was?

He died protecting these villagers, but Horn couldn't tell them.

The villagers didn't even know that Danji protected them.

Danji had been in poverty and cowardice all his life, but Horn could not tell about his most heroic moment.

No one knows, except Horn and a few others.

But if we tell the truth, the lie of the Knight Walking Contest has been exposed.

When the common people realize that they are actually in opposition to the church, can they still unite and move forward with one heart and one mind?
Then what is the significance of Danji's death?

Horn's heart was pounding, perhaps because he drank too much, but he really couldn't breathe.

Holding the wine, he walked to Danji's grave and poured the wine in front of the wooden sign.

After a long silence, Horn slowly spoke:
"Brother Danji, let me tell you the truth. You and I both know what our Papal States is like."

"To put it bluntly, it's just a cover, a cover I use to deceive people."

"You all asked me to create a fair country that doesn't need knights, but I never thought about actually creating this Papal State."

"I am confident, but I am also ordinary. I firmly believe that I can achieve great things, but I am not there yet."

"You think highly of me."

"There is no Papal State, and there is no Our State."

"After this journey is over, I will leave Qianhe Valley."

"I lied to them and said that my mother saw you in heaven and that your glory was recognized."

"But that's a lie. I'm neither the descendant of Myrcella nor the chosen pope. I'm just, just..."

"I'm not like you. I'm just a liar."

"Maybe others don't know, maybe no one knows, but I know, I can remember, you are a true hero."

The clouds in the night sky blocked out all light, and Danji's tombstone did not answer Horn's words.

It seemed as if everything was in darkness, except for the candlestick in Horn's hand, which emitted a furry light and enveloped both of them.

"Only I know..."

Horn lowered his head and murmured in a dream.

If the Papal States were fake, in other words, Dange's achievements would almost never be recognized.

In everyone's eyes, he was still the knight who rushed into the waterwheel.

Horn raised his head.

Clearly the moon was obscured by dark clouds, but the moonlight on the tombstone seemed to be burning.

He stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

He walked down the mountain, faster and faster, and even had no time to pick up his windproof cloak which was blown away.

He dropped the candlestick, he ran, he slid straight down the hillside.

Horn crossed the camp fence and jumped over the ditch on the ground and rushed into Sissi's tent.

"Sissi, where's my bow?"

"Still adjusting..."

Horn snatched the long bow from Sissi's hand, put it on his back, grabbed a short spear, strode out of the camp, led a nag and rode away.

The horse's hooves kicked up mud, shaking Horn, who was lying on its back.

Horn had only a few experiences riding a horse, so he could only hold the horse's neck awkwardly and gallop towards the western hillside.

The night was so dark that he could not see anything and could only make out the general direction.

The stupid horse braked and Horn fell off it.

His forehead was bleeding from rubbing against the ground, and his knees and elbows were bruised.

But Horn did not stop. He staggered to his feet and tried to take another step.

Hurry up, run.

As if someone was urging him on, Horn ran wildly regardless of what was in front of him.

The world was dry and black, and the ground was like the back of a giant beast, with tangled hair and bristles rubbing against his ankles.

Horn was still running. He climbed up the hillside and accidentally slipped down. His clothes and knees were torn, but he was still running.

He didn't dare stop.

Walking along the hillside, all Horn could see were bushes and branches receding.

On all fours, desperately grabbing the vines, Horn dug his fingers into the soil and finally climbed up the hillside. He rolled and crawled to the edge of the cliff.

To Horn, it was just a small hill, but to the people below the cliff, it was towering into the clouds.

The night was as dark as a thick fog, but a corner of the tent could still be seen.

At the foot of the cliff, at the bottom of the canyon, there were a few faint lights floating in the sky; that was the camp of Prince Condai.

"Kong Dai!!!"

Horn roared toward the canyon.

"Kong Dai!!!"

"Kong Dai! You goat-sucking bastard!"

"Listen to me!"

A farmer with a large bow on his back stood on a high cliff.

"One day, I will be the biggest big shot in this land!"

The farmer shouted at the top of his lungs. He was covered in dirt and grass leaves, and the gaps between his ten fingernails were filled with dirt.

In the camp at the foot of the mountain in the distance, a few lights were lit.

"One day, I will let everyone know that Danji is a fearless hero!"

"One day, I will offer your head on Danji's grave!"

"Even if you hide at the ends of the earth, I will find you. I swear, even if you die, I will dig you out!"

Horn pulled out the two-meter-long spear he had picked up from the ground, held both ends, and smashed it hard on his knees, trying to break it.

Unfortunately, he tried two or three times, but it didn't work except for making his knee swollen.

He had no choice but to stick one end of the spear into the crack of the stone and kicked it hard several times before it broke.

Gasping for breath, he limped to the edge of the cliff and placed the half-broken spear on the long bow that was as long as half his body.

"This arrow is just interest!"

"I swear!"

When Horn loosened the string, the previously softened mountain copper instantly regained its hardness.

The bowstring bounced, creating a strong wind that even created a small vortex in the air, and he could even hear the sharp whistling of the short spear.

As soon as he loosened his grip, the spear disappeared from Horn's sight.

The first time he shot the arrow, Horn couldn't even control where it went.

Looking at the thick night, the sound of the wind when the arrow disappeared seemed to still echo.

The canyon was empty, as if Horn had never said anything.

The lights that were originally on gradually dimmed.

"Hehehehahaha."

Feeling dizzy after shooting the bow, Horn sat on the ground with his legs apart, as if he had sobered up, and laughed at himself.

what's the point?
But this is all I can do.

Don't worry, there is no need for the so-called Papal States. After I become successful, I will be able to restore honor for you.

Carrying the longbow on his back, Horn bared his teeth and limped slowly down the mountain.

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"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Prince Condé shielded the firelight with his hands and squinted his eyes: "What's wrong? Is it the person who called my fiefdom by my name?"

A groom standing behind the two soldiers was trembling all over, his teeth chattering: "You, you...you..."

Sitting up, Prince Kongdai pushed aside the two soldiers and stood in front of the groom with his head down: "What's wrong?"

"Your horse is dead."

When Prince Condé arrived at the stable, his dragon-blood horse was lying on its side on the ground, dying.

He walked forward slowly and held the dragon blood horse's head with trembling hands.

The dragon-blood horse can only make a "whimpering" cry as it dies.

Half of the short spear pierced through its buttocks, its back and waist, and cut open its stomach. Undigested Black William's flesh and blood and internal organs were flowing out of the wound.

"What's going on?" Prince Kongdai's voice trembled along with his hands.

"Your horse was killed by a lance..."

"I know." Prince Condé asked through gritted teeth, "I mean, where did this short spear come from? Is there someone firing a crossbow on the cliff?"

"No, no, I don't know. We had arranged everything well, and your horse was sleeping soundly, but the short spear suddenly fell from the sky. I had no time to react. By the time we found out..."

"Ah ah--"

The iron hand fell on the groom's face with an afterimage.

The groom's head turned two and a half circles on his neck before stopping. He took a step forward, then took a step back, and fell heavily to the ground.

　ps I've reached my limit, I'll see if I can write one more chapter after I finish my meal

　　
　
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