NovelsAlex Chapter 2941 Assassinating the Hero
Chapter 2941 Assassinating the Hero
Chapter 2941 Assassinating the Hero
The boy's name was Lynn, and he lived in a remote village.
An old knight lives here, and the village belongs to him.
It was a reward given to someone who risked their life to protect a baron on the battlefield.
Of course, the village is very small, with only 40 households, 200 people, 300 mu of land, a forest, and a river.
It's fair to say that with medieval standards, 300 acres of land would have been insufficient to support 40 households.
As a result, almost half of the young people in this village are forced to go out and become mercenaries.
This was a characteristic of medieval Europe, where many mountainous factions produced a large number of mercenaries, and they placed great importance on reputation.
They are well-trained and have stable morale. As long as the money is right, they will not abandon their employers, even when facing dire situations and with a high casualty rate.
Some might say, "What's the point of money if you're dead?"
That would naturally be sent to the village to support his parents and siblings.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that many mercenaries no longer care about their parents, but the majority, at least more than 50%, still do.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be the saying that a large army is stationed outside and soldiers' families must be left behind as hostages.
If a general were to attack a city where his family resided, his soldiers would often mutini.
Of course, if you run out of money and the rewards don't go according to the contract, then you'll be betrayed in no time.
Therefore, many tyrannical kings would choose to rely on mercenaries as their most trusted guards rather than trusting local people.
This old knight was one of the luckiest mercenaries.
He had a bad temper, and because of his injuries, he would be in severe pain every autumn and winter, which he could only relieve by drinking.
He was an alcoholic.
But because of this, the villagers could often fool him.
The land rent should be paid at 70%, but only 20% or 30% is paid, or even arrears are paid for many years.
In the countryside, the relationship between landlords and tenant farmers was not always one of the strong versus the weak.
It depends on whether you have the power to suppress the tenant farmers.
Otherwise, it would be the tenant farmers who suppress the landlords.
The knight was spared his life and land because he had some influence with the baron.
The villagers were not afraid of the old knight, but they were afraid of the Baron—the Baron really did have soldiers.
Lynn's parents died when he was very young.
He was raised by his grandfather and had been interested in fighting since childhood.
Therefore, he tried every means to get close to the old knight, helping him collect rent, ease relations with the villagers, and act as a punching bag... As a result, he learned some rudimentary breathing techniques from him.
As a seasoned medieval mercenary, the old knight was certainly not a good person.
Or, to put it another way, people with good character who join the ranks of mercenaries will, within a few years, become corrupted into scoundrels who spew lies, are vicious and cruel, and plunder everywhere.
Of course, this does not contradict their overall emphasis on credibility, because if they lack credibility, no one will hire them.
This is different from a contractor.
Lynn's grandfather was also a hunter.
He taught Lynn many survival skills.
Logically speaking, Lynn's parents shouldn't have starved to death in a family like that.
However, the old knight could no longer withstand the previous tyranny of the seven kings.
The baron's soldiers stormed in and looted all the village's cattle, sheep, and grain.
Lynn witnessed the brutality of the soldiers, who shouted:
"This is the king's order."
"We must build a sky garden!"
"These cattle, sheep, and grain are for the workers who are building the garden!"
As a result, his parents starved to death.
Because of his age, no one wanted him as a mercenary.
Mercenaries must be between 15 and 40 years old.
The age limit can only be relaxed for those with extensive experience.
Lynn thus became deeply dissatisfied with the tyranny of the seven kings.
He often listened to his grandfather tell stories of heroes from the past.
"The heroes of the past were very kind to us."
"If they see any tyrannical lords on the road, they will teach them a lesson."
"Those heroes all perished together with the Demon King in the end."
"How pitiful."
That's what my grandfather said.
Thus, Lynn was filled with a desire for justice; he wanted to become a true hero and defeat these seven kings who were like demon kings.
They are fake heroes, the demon king in disguise.
And this day.
Under the control of that demon, Lynn discovered an ancient demon-hunting bow in the woods near the village.
It was hidden in a bird's nest.
That was an owl.
The bow was covered with mysterious green runes and was emitting a faint green light.
Lynn could feel a special connection between himself and the bow.
This must be fate's (devil's) arrangement.
So he decided to use this bow to hunt down those fallen heroes, save the kingdom, and prevent the people from suffering the tragedy of starvation.
Lynn's first operation began swiftly.
The demon transformed into an old man, who became his spiritual mentor.
"Our first opponent is the most brutal of the seven kings—the Iron King."
He's basically a sports student who's brave.
He loves grand sports—the kind where he has to win every time, of course.
He would borrow the fat high school student's pistol every time he competed.
Anyone who runs faster than him, he'll shoot them...
Even if you jump higher than him, you still get shot.
When playing football, anyone who dares to intercept him, whether you're a defender or the goalkeeper, will be shot...
These sports may not cost too much money, but they are very physically demanding.
Over time, no one dared to participate, so they had to buy slaves to participate.
Thus, the Iron King became known for his cruel taxes and merciless punishments.
Because athletes are brave, they engage in such brutal competitions.
This led to the people within the territory living in dire straits.
With the help of the old devil, Lynn successfully infiltrated the Iron King's castle late one night, hiding in a chandelier with his bow and arrow already drawn.
The security here is far too lax.
It seems the other party isn't worried at all about someone coming in to assassinate him.
It was an exceptionally luxurious modern palace.
It features many modern decorations, such as using large pieces of crystal instead of glass.
At this moment, a lavish feast is underway.
The hall was spacious and tall, with exquisite tapestries hanging on the walls, depicting the so-called heroic deeds of the Iron-Blooded King, the "Sports High School Student".
That was the battle between the seven heroes and the demon.
Lynn was also moved as he watched the scene.
He knew of the demon's existence; it had devoured many people.
It was far more cruel than the seven kings.
Because of this demon, a city was ravaged in one go.
In that scene, high school sports students were clearly the main characters, occupying the most screen time.
He was tall and strong, brave and tenacious, and blocked most of the demon's attacks.
A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the entire hall.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of wine and roasted meat, clearly indicating the use of a large amount of expensive spices, making it incredibly tempting.
Lynn couldn't help but lick her lips.
He had never smelled such a fragrance before.
He couldn't help but look towards the center of the hall.
In the center was a large circular pool filled with various kinds of fine wine.
The red and green liquids shimmered with an alluring luster under the light.
Around the pool were various silver wine cups for guests to use freely. Along the edge of the pool were rings of grills, on which various delicious meats were being cooked.
From roast suckling pig to roast beef steak, roast lamb leg to roast chicken, the aroma is irresistible and makes your mouth water.
Expensive peppercorns are sprinkled on top as if they were free.
He was speechless with astonishment.
I was stunned for a moment.
You should know that he used to occasionally accompany the old knight to attend the baron's banquets.
Of course, he could only stand on the outermost edge and wait, only able to smell the aroma of white bread and white wine.
Grilled meats with spices are available, but not in large quantities, and can only be enjoyed by the most distinguished guests.
Most of the meat was sprinkled with salt, but this was a delicacy that ordinary people could hardly imagine.
Moreover, such banquets are rare, and the baron cannot afford to host them many times.
They only prepare these items for major festivals, when daughters get married, or when sons get married.
However, at this Iron-Blooded King's place, it was practically a continuous feast!
Previously, he had only heard others say that the king was extravagant, but he didn't have any specific impression of it.
They thought the king simply ate a lot of meat, a lot of salt, and a lot of white bread at every meal.
Unexpectedly, the banquet continued indefinitely.
The contrast between the two is truly ironic.
Lynn became increasingly craving the other person, and the more she craved them, the more she hated them.
He looked at it carefully.
Groups of guests, dressed in splendid attire, were seen moving about in the hall.
They embraced the dancers and indulged in this lavish feast.
Among them were nobles, merchants, and confidants of the Iron-Blooded King.
In short, there wasn't a single commoner, not a single ordinary citizen.
They were either raising their glasses in celebration, feasting, or chatting, their faces beaming with satisfaction and joy.
They certainly don't see the children of hunters like Lynn.
Even barons are not entitled to attend such banquets.
They all start as powerful earls, the kind with a city fiefdom.
Meanwhile, by the wine pool, some guests were scooping up fine wine with golden cups and drinking it all in one gulp.
They let out satisfied sighs, and a foul stench emanated from their mouths.
They were joking with each other, competing to see who could drink more.
They all made a complete fool of themselves.
Meanwhile, other guests were using silver forks and knives to cut pieces of roasted meat next to the grill.
They chewed heartily, enjoying the tenderness and juiciness of the meat.
The iron-blooded king was quite young.
His eyelids, however, were very dark.
It's clearly caused by staying up late every day.
He sat in the main seat of the hall, on a pale gold throne inlaid with countless expensive gems.
He wore a long red robe embroidered with gold jade patterns, exuding majesty and nobility.
His face was beaming with satisfaction.
His eyes revealed a kind of obsession.
And around him was a group of beautiful women.
They wore light, thin gauze dresses and danced gracefully to the rhythm of the music.
These women are far more beautiful than the Baroness.
Lynn was completely stunned.
Their dance was light and graceful, like fairies in the air.
The Iron King laughed heartily, occasionally pulling a dancer into his arms and feeding her.
Treat it like a dog.
Lynn knew that behind this lavish feast lay the suffering of ordinary people.
The taxes were so heavy that ordinary people could hardly afford them.
The thieves fought their way out of the country, tearing apart countless families.
Both the palace and this grand feast were built on the blood and sweat of ordinary people.
In a corner of the hall, several weary servants were silently cleaning up the mess.
They still bore the marks of whipping.
Lynn hid in the shadow of the chandelier, quietly observing everything.
He gripped the Demon Hunter Bow tightly in his hand, already drawn to its limit.
He took a deep breath; he had to end the Iron King's tyranny and save his homeland.
Perhaps the other person was once a brave warrior, a great hero, but now, he must die!
He finally let go.
An arrow of magic was shot directly at the Iron-Blooded King.
The king saw the arrow but paid it no mind.
He drew a sword directly from the throne and slashed at the arrows.
The arrow had no effect whatsoever, striking his right shoulder directly, instantly causing poison and magic to destroy his body.
"No, it's impossible!"
"I am a hero!"
"My Hero Armor! Why didn't it protect me?!"
He forgot what the old man had said: this warrior's armor had a fatal weakness.
"You were once a hero, why did you become like this?" Lynn appeared in front of him and questioned him directly.
The Iron-Blooded King lay on the ground, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes: "It was Quanli, it was he who corrupted our hearts."
"We have forgotten our original aspirations."
"Heh, I'm going to die."
"But you gave me hope; perhaps there is still a chance for us to be saved."
Lynn looked at the Iron-Blooded King and felt a pang of pity.
He decided to give the Iron King a chance to rediscover his original aspirations.
However, at that moment, the Iron King suddenly erupted, brandishing his longsword and plunging it into Lynn's heart.
"You, you demon!"
"Hahaha, you fool!"
Seeing you reminds me of myself!
"I do need to reflect on my behavior; I was too arrogant."
"I forgot, this is a world of magic, I should keep everyone under control!"
"And then go enjoy yourself!"
Lynn collapsed.
He regretted it; he shouldn't have been so lenient.
But the next moment, a dark figure rescued him.
"Damn it, it's you, you demon, you're not dead!" The athletic hero has returned.
He saw the demon and understood everything.
"Hahaha, you are the demons!"
"From today onwards, our roles are reversed!"
"The ones who deserve to die now are you!"
The demon is gone.
Meanwhile, the sports student king quickly found his companion.
The seven kings met.
"I told you before, you need to control yourselves." The kingdom of the bespectacled high school students is in the best position.
Because he didn't have many demands; he only liked reading and women.
A few are enough.
The greatest enjoyment is to read a book, have a woman by your side, grill meat, and drink juice at the same time.
The warrior's physique exempted him from high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and diabetes, which is a godsend for foodies.
"Hmph, stop criticizing, let's go kill him!"
"That's right, that bastard is a complete ingrate!"
Several high school girls were terrified of the king.
They haven't had enough fun yet!
(End of this chapter)