Prologue：The end of the traitor ⑤

"I have read your rights, Paladin." The judge responded in the same loud voice, "You don't even have the right to see beggars now, let alone His Majesty the King. In fact, you don't have the right to ask to see anyone now."

"Gerald, this is a conspiracy! Save Nicola, save him! Don't let them take our children!" Jenny Lancelor screamed, almost tearing her voice as she spoke the words of the last child. Are our children... only Nikolai? What about me? Have you forgotten me, mother? Lyanna suddenly felt a slight blockage in her throat.

"Stop the woman's mouth." Ron was impatient. The soldier next to Jenny received orders and immediately tied the rope firmly to her mouth. "These people don't know how to cherish fragrance and cherish jade. The rough rope rubbed against the delicate face and lips of the young aristocratic lady, quickly leaving traces of blood.". Jenny's mouth faltered, unable to articulate any more smoothly.

"Let go of her!" Gerald roared loudly, as the Silver Protector brushed out of the scabbard. The pure white blade of the sword was particularly dazzling in the midday sunlight, and the soldiers around immediately involuntarily stepped back, with several subconsciously covering their eyes with their hands. "I warn you for the last time, let go of my family! If someone dares to move their finger again, don't blame my sword for being merciless!"

"You are pointing your sword at the judge of the Order, and your actions are both threatening the Order, my lord." The judge said coldly, "Drop your weapon, or die. You choose for yourself."

"Put away your nonsense, asshole. You can't represent the Order." Gerald spat. "Now that there are many more dogs like you, we can only go from bad to worse. Using women and children as threats, you're not even a dog, and you don't deserve to be a member of the Order."

Ron Stewart didn't get angry when he heard the insults, at least Lyanna couldn't hear his mood swings in the tone of his next speech. "It seems that you have decided to openly confront the Order, Gerald Lancelor. It is my job to deal with traitors, and I am very willing to help you. Just now, I was thinking about how you, a hypocritical black magic learner and conspiratorial usurper, would cover up your crimes. I didn't expect you to take the initiative to reveal the true face of evil so quickly. It's really stupid." He seemed to be looking forward to this scene, "I, Ron Stewart, am a pure patriot, guardian of the law, loyal to the Order, loyal to the king. Now, in the name of Meloney, the god of love, Gerald Lancelor, I declare you to be executed and executed on the spot. This is the final judgment of the Order for your guilt." He snorted from his nose, "Soldiers, the traitor Gerard Lancelor is fighting with arms, immediately take action!" he shouted loudly

"For my family..." Gerald's mind was already clear. Today, at this moment, justice and honor no longer exist, and the only thing he possesses is the weapon in his hand. The Paladin roared and waved his sharp sword, called the Silver Protector, to charge Ron Stewart. Several soldiers immediately stood in front of the judge, their swords flashing and blood spattering. The screams and shouts of murder continued to reverberate in the courtyard.

This is the first time that Lyanna has seen a real battle, the first time she has seen a dead person.

The soldiers lined up in three lines to block Ron, while the rest formed a circle around her father.

"For the Order!"

"Eliminate heresy!"

"For the king!"

Soldiers, both male and female, gathered around, shouting slogans in unison. They have strong loyalty and faith, and are willing to sacrifice for the Order at any time. However, they are so vulnerable in front of the Honorary Knights, some can withstand a move or two, and some are directly felled to the ground. But every time they fall one, they immediately have two to make up for it. They are constantly pouring in from outside sources in the courtyard, from a few people, to a dozen people, to dozens of people... Lyanna can't count them anymore. Her heart pounded violently, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. "She really wants to rush out and fight these guys with a sword, knocking down the odious judge Ron Stewart, and the traitor Bald.". Yes, damn bald man, why did he do this? Thinking of the days she had spent with Jord before, and the fact that she had really cared about this teacher, she felt very painful and annoyed.

Lyanna is just a child. She may be able to gain some advantage by playing tricks against proud aristocratic boys. But in the face of real combat, she has no chance of winning. My father once said that the soldiers of the Order stationed in Queirrons were loyal and brave, and they were the best of the elite, because they were personally trained by him. Needless to say, Ron Stewart, even if she was randomly selected from among ordinary soldiers, could easily be picked up with one hand. She couldn't figure out what she should do to help at this moment, and as she watched the increasing number of people around her father, her tears poured out uncontrollably. Don't come again... Don't...

She covered her mouth, trying to close her eyes and stop looking. At this moment, she saw Ron Stewart holding her mother and brother behind a wall of soldiers, while he was loading the iron crossbow in his hand with ammunition.

It's a crossbow!

She heard from her father that this is a powerful and deadly weapon newly developed by the Holy Sword Kingdom, which was transformed by the craftsman of the Steam Workshop and the manufacturing process of the Dwarves. The speed of fire is extremely fast and it is almost impossible to evade. The arrow is as thick as a fist and can be loaded ten at a time. It can be launched in tandem or continuously. The crossbow machine is equipped with a special pneumatic device and a special arrow box, which does not require separate loading. As long as the empty arrow box is removed after the arrow is fired, it can be directly replaced with a new arrow box to launch again. It does not require the strength of the arm to pull the bow, nor does it require the foot to step on the bow strings. Even in the hands of untrained ordinary people, it is enough to deal with a heavy knight.

Gerald Lancelor was now besieged by many soldiers and in the midst of a fierce battle, with no time to attend. She couldn't think of any other way, and there was no time to think about it. Seeing that the crossbow arrow had been aimed at her father, she could no longer care about her own safety and screamed out. She hoped that her cry would attract the attention of the enemy, but despite her efforts to shout so hard that her throat almost caught fire, no one heard her. Her voice was completely obscured by the slogans, shouts of murder, and the clash of swords from the soldiers in the courtyard.

At this point, Ron Stewart, holding a crossbow, had already targeted Steven Gerald.

Jenny Lancelor didn't know where her strength came from. She ran into the soldier beside her and knocked down Ron Stewart. With a release in Ron's hand, he subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the crossbows and arrows shot out in unison. Scarlet blood immediately splashed out on the green grass in the courtyard. Two steel crossbows passed through the mistress's body, but a hapless soldier behind her had not yet realized what had happened, and was also pierced by the crossbows. Jenny collapsed to the ground, with blood pouring out of the holes in her mouth and body. Soon, a large amount of blood dyed the lady's gorgeous silk dress and her beautiful face red. She had already prepared her lunch before changing into this new dress, and planned to celebrate her daughter's 10th birthday with her family. She wanted to look at her husband for the last time, but she had no strength to open her eyes.

"Ah..." Lyanna Lancelor didn't believe everything she saw, "No, no, no, no, no! Mother... it's impossible! It's not true! I... I must be, it must be a dream!" She closed her eyes tightly, pinched her arm vigorously, and nearly crushed the flesh on her arm. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping to wake up immediately from this nightmare when she opened them again. After waking up, she can still see her mother's beautiful and flawless face, and she will definitely deliberately act coquettishly and rush into her mother's arms. No matter how helpless her mother rebukes her, she will tightly hold onto her hand. However, no matter how close and open her eyes, nothing has changed. She was still hiding in this lonely attic, while her mother, still lying in a pool of blood.

Tears soaked through the single clothes on the girl's chest and dripped onto the jade on her chest.

"No!" Gerald Lancelor screamed in pain as he echoed over the courtyard, unable to think of anything else at this moment, only to desperately chop and kill towards the place where his wife had fallen. Anyone who tries to stand between him and his wife is chopped in two by the silver protector in his hand.

The number of people on the wall decreased sharply, and Gerald's weapon pierced the last person between him and his wife, finally standing in front of Ron Stewart. "He raised his sword, and with a single drop, the judge would break it in two from the middle.". However, his sword stopped in the air, as if under a fixed spell from a wizard.

Ron Stewart dragged Nicholas, who had already been scared, to himself as a human shield. For a moment of hesitation, Lyanna clearly saw that two soldiers, armed with spears, had stabbed their father's waist from behind. Gerald turned hard, and the two armed soldiers did not come to pull out their weapons. The silver protector immediately drew a beautiful arc in the air, chopping the heads of the two together to the ground. Two long guns trembled and remained behind Gerald, blood pouring out from the wound. He struggled to turn around again and face the judge, trying to save his son from his hands. What he saw was Nikolai's dull eyes and the cold iron crossbow that was aimed at him.

"Look carefully, kid. Look at what happens to the traitors in the kingdom, and what I've done for the Order." Ron Stewart smiled ferociously and pulled the trigger...