115: Silver-plated pewter head

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, the wooden wall of the house facing the street was instantly blown open, creating a large hole wide enough for two or three people to pass through.

Bentham and the other two moved as if their feet were greased, swiftly dashing outside.

Seeing this, Red, who could have directly acted to block their movements, chose not to do so.

Instead, he, Spartacus, and Seguin deliberately slowed their pace and followed closely behind them.

Watching their retreating figures, Alaster was still in a state of complete bewilderment; he had originally thought he was going to die today.

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Who would have thought that Red and the other two would appear just in time to save his life? A feeling of having survived a disaster instantly welled up in his heart.

However, after the shock passed, he realized that everything just now was far too coincidental, and he couldn't help but ponder deeply.

On the other side of the street, the six people were locked in a chase, unable to widen the gap at all.

If it were broad daylight, one would clearly see that a large area of the black robe on Bentham's back was stained Red with blood.

After all, he didn't have the robust body of a knight; he was able to withstand that strike not only because of the effect of the recovery potion but also because Red hadn't used his full strength.

Red did this because he had observed that Bentham was the leader among them, so he wanted to leave one alive for interrogation.

As for letting them flee, it was out of concern that the aftershocks of the fight would affect the surrounding houses and thus injure the Serfs of Ironthorn Town.

At this moment, among the fleeing trio, Vicky, with an anxious face and a harsh tone, said, "Deacon Bentham, I'll release magic skills to attack the surrounding houses and hinder their pursuit."

"Are you an idiot!" Bentham immediately cursed and rejected her, "The ones chasing us are knights! How could their physical strength be hindered by a few wooden house fragments? Don't waste your strength; escaping with your life is what matters most."

Vicky's face stiffened upon hearing this, realizing she had indeed oversimplified things.

She stopped wasting words and instead channeled all the mana in her body into her legs, significantly increasing her running speed once again.

The massive commotion caused by the six people caught the attention of the sleeping Serfs in the surrounding houses.

The moment they opened their doors and windows and saw the six people, fear made them quickly close them again and hide inside.

After the six figures sped away, the rapid sound of horse hooves rang out again, following closely in the direction they had left.

For a time, the atmosphere within Ironthorn Town became extremely tense.

However, this atmosphere was soon quickly calmed by the Soldiers dispatched by Lister.

Under the silver-blue moonlit night, the six people soon left the boundaries of Ironthorn Town and arrived in the deserted wilderness.

Bentham and the others had thought that Red and his companions would be quickly shaken off because they had neglected their speed training.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the speed of the three knights suddenly increased; the distance that was originally dozens of meters was instantly closed to less than ten meters.

In their terror, they immediately knew they had been tricked; Red and the others had done it on purpose before.

Before Bentham's group could think further, a Flame Slash shot toward them at high speed, creating bursts of sonic booms in the air.

With a 'boom', the Magic Shields released by Bentham's trio were instantly reduced to energetic dust.

Although they barely blocked it, the powerful energy aftershock of the Flame Slash caused their running figures to stumble and get knocked aside.

The three of them had various expressions; they hadn't expected such a poor little territory to actually have a Silver Knight.

Vicky shouted anxiously, "Deacon Bentham, quickly perform the Teleportation Art, or else we're all going to end up dead here!"

Bentham remained silent upon hearing this, but in his heart, he was cursing her a thousand times over.

'Do you think I don't want to?!'

'If I could release it now, would I need you to tell me?!'

'And you idiot, why did you say it so loudly? Do you think they're deaf?!'

He had originally been prepared to release the Teleportation Art even at the cost of leaving behind difficult-to-repair sequelae.

But now, because Vicky had leaked the tactic, Red and the other two had already moved a step ahead.

As three terrifying skill slashes shot toward the path ahead of the fleeing trio, their disheveled figures came to a complete halt.

Without giving Bentham and the others any breathing room, Red and the other two lunged at them respectively.

Close-quarters combat made it so that Bentham's group could hardly use any of their magic skills.

In less than a few breaths, the weaker Yalman and Vicky were knocked to the ground, with sharp longswords pointed directly at their chests.

Bentham, who was still struggling to hold on, suddenly took on a fierce expression. A powerful Magic Ball erupted from his hands and slammed violently toward Red in front of him.

Red's heart immediately tightened; knowing he couldn't take it head-on, he hurriedly retreated.

With a 'boom', a large crater was blown into the ground between Bentham and Red. Dust and mist swirled instantly, making the already unclear night even more blurred.

Taking advantage of this opening, Bentham, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, muttered under his breath, and obscure, difficult-to-understand incantations echoed around.

A massive Teleportation Magic Circle instantly appeared beneath his feet, and a strong blue beam of light began to envelop his body.

Seeing that he was about to disappear, Red violently threw the longsword in his hand, which made a piercing whistling sound like a sharp arrow.

Pfft!

In the blink of an eye, accompanied by the sound of flesh being sliced, the longsword pierced through the dust between the two and emerged from Bentham's back.

The magic circle beneath his feet that was about to be completed slowly dissipated from everyone's sight as his mana vanished.

Compared to Vicky's terror of death, Yalman was more shocked by Red's powerful strength.

In the next second, the sound of horse hooves approached, and the figures of Lister and the others suddenly emerged from the darkness.

The respectful greetings of Red and the other two rang out simultaneously.

Nodding, Lister looked at the dead Bentham lying on the ground and the other two who had been subdued, feeling a sense of surprise in his heart.

He had originally thought Red and the others would have to fight them for a while, but now it seemed that the speed at which Bentham's trio was subdued was a bit too fast.

A silver-plated spearhead—all show and no substance!

Coming closer, Lister clearly saw Bentham and the other two, whose black hoods had already been knocked off.

Bentham, in a pool of blood, was a middle-aged man in his thirties with a slightly weathered face and a hint of gloominess.

Not far to the left, Yalman was a fair-skinned young man; though his expression was a bit flustered now, he was relatively calm.

Vicky, on the right, was a woman with decent features, though the fine lines at the corners of her eyes betrayed her age.

At the same time, beneath her buttocks, a puddle of liquid had appeared at some point.

After looking them over, Lister asked sternly, "Who are you, and why did you sneak into our Ironthorn Territory under the cover of night?"