They all call me master

Chapter 872: The Pretender

Chapter 872 The Pretender VII

"It's safe here!"

A commoner took Bistrie and Hamlet into a shed in the dock area - there was only the top of the head and the wall connecting the ceiling, and the remaining three sides were filled with straw except for the pillars.

These straws were the treasures of the commoner in front of him.

Even the bed was a quilt.

Of course, there were fleas in it.

Bistrie was pulled in staggeringly, and the whole person was still in a daze.

Until now, the young son of the old lion couldn't believe that his uncle had launched a rebellion.

Of course, he couldn't believe that his best friend had betrayed him.

Why?

Bistrie really wanted to shout.

As the young son of the old lion, Bistrie Hamlet didn't have a good reputation among the nobles in the inner bay because he had been among the common people for many years.

The nobles thought that the young son of the old lion was decadent and had forgotten the honor of the nobles.

Even for a long time, the young son of the old lion was not seen in the salons of the nobles in the inner bay.

The young son of the old lion didn't care about this.

He hated those endless banquets and salons.

He hated the kind of courtesy that was so fake that it was obvious that he wanted to stab the other person to death.

He liked sincerity and frankness.

He liked the wife and children patiently waiting for her husband to come home after a busy day, and the family eating baked potatoes and bran black bread.

There was no soup, let alone any seasoning.

But there was warmth.

Like the warmth of home.

He liked it this way.

So, he was willing to make friends with ordinary people.

Of course, he also concealed his identity.

It was not that he didn't want to be public, but because after he was bold once, the friend who used to talk to him became reserved when he saw him again.

That kind of reservedness was not what friends should have.

Therefore, he stayed away from that friend and started making new friends.

However, today was an exception -

Today was the day his first friend got married.

As his first friend, he thought he had to attend the wedding.

However, after he appeared at the wedding, the friend's expression was very strange.

It was a kind of astonishment.

It was also a kind of surprise.

It was also accompanied by an indescribable discomfort.

At the wedding, according to reason, such an expression should not appear.

But soon, he knew why.

Soldiers!

A team of soldiers surrounded the place.

Holding a bag of money in his hand, he threw it to his friend.

'Thank you for your cooperation. '

The leader said so.

Then, the soldiers rushed to him.

This scene made Bistry Hamlet fall into inexplicable anger - at that time, he didn't know what happened specifically, but it was a fact that he was betrayed by his friend.

This made him extremely angry.

He experienced the taste of betrayal for the first time.

But he was more confused.

Because -

'Run! '

His friend rushed out and blocked the soldiers.

Then -

He was chopped off with a knife.

His head was about to fall off.

Before he died, his face was distorted by pain.

Looking at this distortion, Bistry fell into confusion.

He was betrayed by his first friend.

But it was this friend who stopped his uncle.

‘Why? ’

Biesteri wondered.

“They took Kaka away.”

A civilian said.

Kaka, the fiancée of the dead friend, or to be more precise, his wife.

The two were supposed to get married today.

For this, he also prepared a gift of sufficient weight.

The reason why he attended the wedding today was also because of this gift.

He hoped that his first friend could live a better life.

But…

Biesteri, in a daze, looked up at the civilian beside him—the other party was a friend of his friend, whom he had met several times before.

In the chaos just now, it was the other party who pulled him out.

If it weren’t for the other party, he would have been caught by his uncle’s soldiers.

Even, he was able to escape to the dock area smoothly later because of the other party.

“Don’t look at me.

I also asked that guy to help me…”

Puff!

Before he finished speaking, an arrow shot over and pierced the civilian’s neck directly.

In the distance, the pursuer was holding a crossbow and smiling grimly.

The civilian who covered his neck opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He could only signal Bistry with his eyes.

Run!

Bistry hesitated for a moment, and when the other party waved his hand vigorously, he turned and ran.

The shed behind him was on fire.

Before the civilian fell, he pulled down the kerosene lamp.

The lamp oil and flames instantly ignited the shed full of straw, blocking the soldiers who were chasing them on the road, and Bistry was grabbed by the arm by a skinny civilian and ran into the alley-

"Come with me!"

This civilian was not only skinny, but also had no boots.

He didn't even have a decent piece of clothing, and was almost shirtless.

Bistry swore that he didn't know the other party.

This was the first time he met the other party.

But even at the first time, the other party was helping him.

"Hey, the fact that you are being chased by those bastards proves that you are not a bad person, and Tita helped you until his death just now, so I think I should help you.

After all, I owe Tita a tortilla."

The skinny civilian laughed.

Then, he dragged Bistry around and rushed out of the circle of pursuers.

In an alley next to a warehouse, the skinny civilian opened a "door" from a pile of rags and debris - a door that was completely woven with various garbage and hidden in the garbage.

In fact, it is not accurate to say it is a door.

It should be said...

The lid!

"Go in, go from here!

You can go directly to the dock here, where there are many ships.

You have to find a way to get on a ship.

Or you can swim out!"

The skinny civilian said as he pushed Bistry in.

It is obvious that this civilian has a sense of humor.

But the next moment, the smile became stiff.

A long sword pierced the civilian's chest.

The civilian lowered his head and looked at the long sword that pierced his chest. The corners of his mouth twitched. He wanted to continue laughing, but he couldn't laugh.

He could only roar-

"Run!"

After saying that, he covered the lid with force.

The whole person was lying on the lid tightly.

"Let go!"

"Pull him open for me!"

The roar of the pursuers was the sound of the sharp blades slashing repeatedly.

The skinny civilian was chopped into meat sauce.

The pursuers continued to catch up-

"My lord, why are you running?"

The pursuers laughed wildly.

Bistry, who ran wildly with his head down, was completely moving forward instinctively.