The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

In fact, it is not just Natalie who wants to show Cheerchen a good look. When Cheerchen and Father Spasokukotsky escaped from Czestochowa only half a day away, they accidentally ran into a group of Swedish pistols. This group of heavy cavalry arrested Cheerchen and the priest without a word.

They were taken into a small wood by the Swedish heavy armored cavalry. There is a small clearing in this small forest. There is a gorgeous carriage parked in the clearing. Around the carriage, some servants in yellow uniforms are busy. The servants were fetching water and chopping wood, as if preparing to burn. Sitting in a corner of the woods was an old man. The old man had snow-white hair and was wearing a body armor. Since Cheerchen was facing his back, Cheerchen couldn't see the old man's face clearly.

The heavy cavalry pulled Chechen and the priest off their horses, and then led them to the old man's ground. There was a good smell in the air, and Cheerchen walked closer to discover that a pot of coffee was burning in front of the old man.

"My lord, we caught two suspicious people on the road." A heavy armored cavalry put his hand on the hilt and said respectfully to the old man.

The old man turned around slowly, and Cheerchen could see his face clearly.

The old man has a face that is not commensurate with his gray hair. His face is well maintained, and if you ignore the silver wire and snow-white goatee, he looks only forty years old at most. The old man's face is very long, like a proud rooster, his eyes are small, but his eyes are very deep, as if he can see through people's hearts.

"What is suspicious about them?" the old man asked.

"The two of them look a lot like the murderers we got from the villagers who killed the thirteen kingdom dragoons," said the heavy armored cavalry.

"Just the two of them, haven't you seen the others?" the old man asked again.

"Nothing," the heavy armored cavalry replied.

"Well then," the old man smiled. The second half of his sentence was to Chechen and Father Spasokukotsky: "Do you have anything else to say?"

"US……"

Cheerchen just wanted to talk, but his words were interrupted by the old man:

"The thing I love most in my life is the truth, so you better not lie to me. Just like the villagers in that village, they wanted to hide it at first, but when I ordered to burn their house, they Just say everything."

Cheerchen couldn't help swallowing after hearing the old man speak so lightly about such a big crime.

"We didn't kill those dragoons." Chechen said.

"Okay, you didn't kill, so other people killed them. These people are your companions or people you know, right."

The coffee in the pot is boiling. While talking, the old man poured himself a cup without any sugar.

"We don't know them." Cheerchen concealed for Natalie. Natalie and the others are still in Czestochowa, and he knows that once Natalie and them fall into the hands of the Swedes, they will end badly.

The old man did not question Chechen any more, he said that he turned to Father Spasokukotsky.

"Hello priest. The young man may not have a good memory, I don't blame him. Then can you tell me where the people who killed the Swedish dragoons are now?"

"Swear in the name of God, I don't know." Spasokukotsky said.

The old man patted his knee and then stood up.

"Father, do you believe in Catholicism or Protestantism?" The old man suddenly asked a question that he didn't want to do.

"Catholic." Spasokukotsky replied honestly.

The old man stroked his palms and laughed.

"That's great."

After speaking, the old man made a gesture to the heavy armored knight, and then said, "Hang them to death."

The old man said this in his tone as if he was talking about eating and sleeping, and the calm made Cheor Chen shudder.

"The devil!" Spasokukotsky said.

The heavy armored knight pushed Cheerchen to take them down to execute the old man's orders.

"Wait a minute!" Cheer Chen turned his head and shouted.

"Does the kid think of anything?" The old man was still smiling, but the smile couldn't make Cheor Chen feel the slightest warmth.

"We are telling the truth."

The old man still maintained that smile, as if laughing at Cheerchen's hard mouth.

Seeing that the old man had no other expressions, the heavily armored knight continued to take the two away.

"I have evidence, I can prove that what I'm telling is the truth." When the heavy armored knight dragged Cheerchen and the priest out two meters away, Cheerchen struggled and shouted again.

The so-called evidence seemed to interest the old man, and he asked the heavy armored knights to bring back Cheerchen and Father Spasokukotsky.

"What kind of evidence do you have? Pinocchio?" the old man joked.

But this joke Cheerchen couldn't feel the slightest smile, he was already cold all over.

Cheerchen nodded his chest with his chin, and then said to the heavy armored knight beside him: "The evidence is in my clothes."

Cheerchen's so-called proof is the pass given to him by King Karl X. As for whether this pass can effectively restrain the brutal old man, Chechen is not sure, because the format and content of his pass are no different from the passes issued by Sweden in other places in the Republic of Poland. The special feature is that This pass was issued by King Carl X himself, and it bears the signature and seal of King Carl X. He can only beg God for blessing.

The heavy armored knight roughly reached into Cheerchen's clothes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He took out the pass and handed it to the old man.

The old man unfolded the pass, and he carefully looked at the pass line by line. When his gaze crossed the lowest point, Cheerchen had an illusion that the old man's smile seemed to have a hint of warmth.

"Friends, friends," the old man said enthusiastically. He ordered the heavy armored knights to release Chechen and Father Spasokukotsky.

At this time, Cheer Chen could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The old man invited the two to sit down beside him. The servants quickly brought two chairs and two empty glasses.

"You should have taken out the pass earlier, Captain Chechen. I have heard of your performance in Lidaburg, but I didn't expect you to be so young." The old man "blame" Chechen. Take out the pass earlier to make this misunderstanding, and then praised him again.

Cheerchen picked up the coffee cup and poured a cup for himself. The shock just now made his mouth dry. Coffee is very bitter, Cheerchen can't drink it after only a sip.

"Have any of us been attacked?" Cheer Chen asked knowingly.

"Thirteen dragoons were attacked by a group of unknown people and none survived. The nearby villagers said that among the group of unknown people was a priest-like person and a teenage boy, very similar to you." The old man said.

"That's too unfortunate," Cheerchen said.

"The Swedish army will not let those guys go, we will catch them soon." The heavy armored cavalry next to him said abruptly.

"Kors Fujimatsu, be polite." The old man said to the heavy cavalry.

Then he smiled and said to Father Chechen and Spasokukotsky: "It's really rude, my subordinates are vulgar people. Oh, yes. I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Alvid. Widenberg."