The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 "How do you know?" Cheorchen asked strangely. He also discovered something vaguely because of the sword on the wall, but the old man only asked, "Is there any fish soup?" He realized that this place was extremely dangerous. Could it be that he couldn't tell the truth.

　　 "There is a real problem here!?"

　　 Blue veins in Michael's forehead collapsed. The rescue of the two women was what he insisted on doing. At that time, he just wanted to find a comfortable resting place for the old man, but he didn't expect to bring everyone into the wolf's den.

"This is my hometown, and my family has lived here for generations. It is our Lithuanian custom to entertain guests with fish soup. Since they have not prepared fish soup, they obviously don't treat us as guests." The old man said.

　　 "Yeah," Cheor Chen nodded.

　　 "My kid, how did you see the clue?" the old man asked Cheechchen.

"There is a flame sword and a slender sword hanging on the wall of their restaurant. The family crests on the two weapons are not the same, but the old woman said that the two weapons belonged to their family. "

　　 Michael heard this and no longer doubted it.

　　 He is also of noble origin, knowing that a noble family will only have one family crest. Obviously, at least one of these two weapons did not belong to the old woman and her six sons. And even if these weapons were the spoils of their ancestors, according to custom, the nobles would erase the marks of their former masters, and they wouldn't just hang on their walls as they were.

　　 This common sense that even the poorest and most desolate nobles knew, but the old woman's family didn't understand it. Obviously, they are not nobles. So where did these weapons come from? The answer is already obvious.

　　 "What do the family crests on those two weapons look like?"

　　 "On the flame sword is etched with a pair of horses, and on the other slender sword, there is an emblem with three sheep's heads on the hilt."

　　 "How many of them are there!" the old man asked quickly. As a great nobleman, he knew which family owned it only by the style of family crest dictated by Tetsuchen. Both of these were noble families in Smolensk, and they must have been deceived to the manor by the old women like their own group and then killed while fleeing.

　　 "Nine. Six young people, two women, and an old servant with a hunchback." Chechen said.

　　 "What about us?"

　　 "There are four in total, including you. My uncle and Uncle Fydot are probably already drunk by them."

　　 "Do you have another companion?"

　　 "Fatima is in the dining room. It would be nice if her hand didn't hurt."

　　 The old man gave a wry smile. He looked at Cheerchen, who was still a teenager, and looked at himself, who was severely injured and weak.

　　 In other words, only Mihau can fight on his side. But no matter how good his swordsmanship is, his two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention that the opponent may have firearms.

　　 "Mihawu!"

　　 The old man yelled the name of the little knight, and I don’t know if it was because the old man spoke too fast, he called the little knight’s name "Michael" as "Mihawu".

"I must not die in the hands of these poor ghosts. This will bring shame to my family. You kill me now, and then take my head back to Werner. With your skills, it is nothing to break out of the siege. It's difficult."

　　At this time, what the old man cares about is not his own life, but the reputation of the family, which can't help but surprise Chelchen with his identity.

　　 Such a person who regards honor above life, his identity is by no means simple.

"grown ups!"

　　 At this time, the little knight's heart was filled with regret. Of course he is not doing it for himself, but for the old man. There are tens of thousands of martial artists like myself in the Republic, but there may be very few people who are leaders and talented.

　　 Since the Bogdan Khmelnitsky rebellion, the Republic has lost a wise leader. Unexpectedly, because of himself, the last Optimus Prime of the Republic will also be killed in this unknown valley.

　　 "Don't hesitate, you can run out as soon as they haven't done anything. Remember, go to Boguslaw first."

　　 "My lord, I will block those people and let this little brother take you away. The Republic can't live without you!" The little knight was unwilling to give up and proposed another plan.

　　 The two plans of the Little Knight did not mention Pedro and others who were still in the restaurant. This was not because he was ungrateful. Even if he had been fighting for his life, the Little Knight would deal with these gangsters for the sake of his friends. Just because of the dignity of the elderly, there is no room for loss.

　　 But the old man seemed to have decided that his time limit had come, and he was silent regardless of how the little knight persuaded him.

　　 "Since there is no way to escape, why don't we spell it?"

　　 Just as the old man refused to listen, Cheerchen suddenly proposed another plan-to fight with them.

　　 This is what Cheorchen has been thinking about. Michael and the old man can still escape, but Chechen can't escape, and can only fight from the dead. Because his uncle, Fedot and Fatima are still in the restaurant.

　　 The old man looked at Tetsuchen calmly. If he was before the defeat, he would definitely appreciate Cheer Chen's bravery and fighting with less, because he also had this fighting style. But after the defeat, the old man realized that the disadvantage of absolute numbers is definitely not something that can be made up for by personal bravery and tenacity. One's own army can't do it with one enemy to six, and it won't do with Michael's one-person enemy to nine.

　　 "Teerchen, even if three are removed, they still have six adult men~www.NovelMTL.com~ The little knight reminds Cheerchen. Even if you don't count the women and the hunched old servants, they are still dominant.

"I know how many of them there are, but just as they think we are still in the dark about their identities, they also think we are completely ignorant of their identities. Then we can deceive one or two of them. I heard Fatima say, Michael, you are a master of swordsmanship. Isn’t that true?"

　　 Tetsuchen asked after speaking a circumstance.

　　 Whether Michael is really as good as Fatima said, this is the core of his plan.

　　 "Well, if it's less than three people, I'm sure to deal with it." Michael said affirmatively. He still has this confidence in his swordsmanship.

"Well, later I will go back and lie to them that the old man's injury is getting worse, and they will definitely let a few of them come over and see. You will hide behind the door, Michael, and attack them when they open the door." Cheerchen tells his plan.

"What about the other people? Although I can solve the robbers who fell in, I can't do it silently. The other people will definitely hear the noise. Your uncle and your partner are in the restaurant, and they will definitely take your uncle. They threatened us."

　　 "At that time, I can only see that it is not strong enough." Cheerchen looked out the window.

　　 That "it" is my biggest reliance and uncertainty tonight.

"grown ups?"

　　 Michael looked at the old man with questioning eyes.

　　 The old man looked at Chechen, then at Michael, and finally nodded. The situation is bad enough now, no matter how bad it is, it won't get worse.

　　 "Mihawu," after Cheerchen left the room, the old man leaned against the wall behind the bed and said to the little knight, "Leave me your dagger."