【Leian】Prison bird

York City.

An Mixiu pulled up his cloak, lowered his head and followed the horse team into the city.After entering the city gate, he was suddenly slapped heavily on the back. He restrained his body from leaning forward, and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him back.An Mixiu stiffened instinctively, then relaxed immediately, nodding to the over-enthusiastic mercenary.

The other party seemed dissatisfied with his polite attitude, so he let out a dull "tsk". "I told the boss, we're the only ones who are going to drink later." He gave a thumbs up and nodded behind him.An Mixiu looked back in the direction he pointed, and several rough and unkempt mercenaries smiled boldly at him.

An Mixiu bent his eyes at them with some embarrassment, then turned his head, euphemistically mentioning that he seldom drinks alcohol.Considering court etiquette, although the Knights did not avoid fine wine, he personally would not touch this thing unless necessary.Excessive alcohol will dull the brain and make people lose their due vigilance. An Mixiu believes that since he exists to protect others, he should put an end to all possible hidden dangers.

The other party obviously didn't care much about him, and walked in familiarly with his neck in his arms.It was impossible for An Mixiu to refuse them. The reason why he was able to enter the city smoothly like now was all due to this group of mercenaries who had met once.

They once walked together briefly when An Mixiu left the battlefield and wanted to find a shelter.In the end, his expectations were shattered by the sudden appearance of Leishi, and he could only pick up the identity of "King's Knight" again and devote the rest of his life to it.

The caravan was still the same caravan, and the employer was also the same old merchant. They had just returned from trading in neighboring countries and returned to Yorkshire with a full load of goods.Hong Shang is a shrewd middle-aged man who knows how to seize business opportunities and make the best use of them. These exotic novelty objects are bound to bring him new wealth.

He was in a good mood, and when he saw An Mixiu, his face was full of joy. He still remembered this powerful lone knight.The mercenaries were also in a good mood. Their boss was generous and gave them some extra rewards, and the appearance of An Mixiu reminded them of the experience of being surrounded by cavalry back then.

No matter who it is, it is not pleasant to be pointed at with a weapon arrogantly.But the other party was obviously of good status. Experienced mercenaries would not understand the gap between heavily armed elite cavalry and ordinary desperadoes. Although they worked hard, they only worked hard for money.

An Mixiu automatically and consciously makes concessions to people, saving them a lot of trouble.At least a sensible kid.Looking at the figure of the carriage leaving in the dust, the mercenaries at that time thought so.So when they met An Mixiu who was hesitating at the gate of the city, they took the initiative to stop him.

At that time, An Mixiu was thinking about how to escape the search. It was a troubled time, and anyone who wore a sword would be carefully interrogated when he entered the city.Especially for a person like him who acts alone, he is the focus of attention. If he is not careful, his identity may be exposed.But the time waits for no one, he can't just stay outside the city forever.An Mixiu had no choice but to ask them for help.

So under the management of the merchants, they finally passed without any risk, and followed the mercenaries to shuttle through the streets of the city.

As the capital of Northern England, the prosperity of York City can be traced back to thousands of years ago.In the early years of AD, it was named "Lower Britain", incorporated into the territory of the Roman Empire, and became part of the mighty Holy Empire at that time.The moon is full and the moon is weak. Any hegemony that was at its peak will die one day. With the horns of the Goths fighting on the land of ancient Rome, York, which has been ruled for a long time, also bid farewell to its old master.

Even so, the essence of culture has penetrated into the city unconsciously.The forts and cast city walls built to resist foreign enemies; the large baths that seemed to be a part of Roman life; the architectural carvings that can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys still retain their original style.

This is not the first time for An Mixiu to come here. He has accompanied the former king on a tour before, and he usually has the mind to enjoy the scenery here, but today he is nervous and has nothing to do. He quietly observes the surrounding defenses and plans to sneak into the Duke's mansion in his mind. line.

The strong man beside him pulled him, and turned into a tavern on the street in a familiar way.The turbid air inside and the noisy human voice instantly brought back An Mixiu's consciousness, and he frowned instinctively.

Most of the taverns in the world are similar, and there are only two kinds of people sitting in them - those pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, and those who are really drunk and confused.The former did it intentionally, while the latter let it go, sitting together in the smoky little tavern, looking at each other, you are like me and I am like you, even they can't tell the difference.

The mercenaries ordered several mugs of beer, then slid one of them to An Mixiu, and toasted him.The latter couldn't, so he could only touch them, and imitated their appearance and took a big gulp.

When the mercenary who invited him saw it, he immediately smiled: "It turns out that you really can't drink, you just blushed like a girl."

An Mixiu was a little embarrassed, and replied after a while: "I don't lie."

The mercenary's attention was no longer on him. The tavern was full of talkative people. From the women in the brothel to the current situation, there were always people who cared and mentioned it.While chatting, the topics of women and the current situation converged.

"The little king from Lancaster is getting married at last."

"How did it end? It's been almost a month since he was crowned. I thought they would strike while the iron was hot and hold it on the day of the coronation."

"Who knows, I heard that His Majesty the Duke had this intention at the time, but His Majesty rejected it."

"When is this time?"

"It seems like two days later, our Yorkshire White Rose will finally belong to someone else."

"Hey, don't speak in such a tone. Even if Miss Margaret does not marry His Majesty, she will not belong to you."

"Is no one curious, why did His Majesty refuse in the first place?"

"Another favorite."

"That's impossible. If you want to, why are you willing to..." The mercenary, who was enthusiastically participating in the topic, glanced at the young man sitting on the high stool inadvertently, and couldn't help being surprised: "Hey , you're not already drunk, are you?"

An Mixiu lowered his head, and said "Mmm" in a calm manner.

"Why such a reaction." The mercenary muttered, and suddenly thought of something, he turned his face and asked: "Who is that nobleman who came to the barren mountains last time? Look at the person he brought... What a great big man!" Nobility?"

"He," An Mixiu paused for a moment, then whispered, "It's my master." Bibi pursed his lips tightly and refused to speak.

The mercenary was dissatisfied with his hiding, so he said casually: "Aren't you a knight, why don't you follow your master, instead you always run out?"

"Yeah." He smiled bitterly: "It's my dereliction of duty."

The mercenary was stunned for a moment, feeling bored, and ignored him, turning his head to join the heated speculation next door, not even noticing when the young man left.

An Mixiu, who came out alone, wandered aimlessly on the street for a while, and when the smell of alcohol on his body was almost gone, he went straight to the Duke's mansion.He hibernates in the dense forest outside the manor, staring at the sun setting in the sky through the intertwined branches.The brilliance of the setting sun is so warm, but also so fleeting, it sinks into the horizon in a short while.The temperature that comes from it is as if it has never existed.

He came back to his senses and sneaked into the manor under the cover of night.Avoid the patrolling attendants, follow the previous memory to find the main house.The floor-to-ceiling windows of the study room were opened, and white gauze curtains floated out from inside from time to time. An Mixiu looked around, took a deep breath, and nimbly clung to the wall to climb up.

On the third floor, he carefully stood on the gutter with his back against the wall.The landing point under the feet is extremely narrow, and if you are not careful, you will step on the air and fall down.Not far away on the left, a faint human voice came from the wide open window.

"Well, let Margaret keep an eye on him, and nothing will go wrong."

"Daniel has his own plans, he can only be used, not trusted."

"After the heavy cavalry pads, the light cavalry ambushed outside the royal city first, and they will start when the wedding ceremony reaches its climax at night."

An Mixiu was shaken all over, and a stormy sea was set off in his heart.He moved his body quietly and approached the window.

At this moment, a voice in the room suddenly said: "Since you are here, don't you want to say hello to the owner?" : "Knight of Flowers, are you safe?"

An Mixiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in a voiceless voice, "It's you?!"

——TBC——