Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 121: Sent to the Military Camp

The patrolling soldiers only came to their senses at this moment, and one of them mustered up the courage to shout loudly to the two men.

It's not the soldiers' fault.

The confrontation between the two lasted only a few seconds.

Even if they were not shocked by the speed displayed by Tingus and Rick's arrival, they would not be able to join the battle in time.

Rick immediately loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword and took a step back.

Waiting soldiers with smiles on their faces.

Tinges did not hesitate, he put his right wrist against the sword guard and pulled it back.

The long sword, with a few bright red spots, was immediately pulled out of the arm.

With a clang, it fell to the ground like two flying knives.

After contracting his muscles and blood vessels and completely blocking the outflow of blood, he became completely motionless.

He knew that Rick's eyes never left him, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Just standing there, silently waiting for his own verdict.

In the stillness and silence of the two men, the patrolling soldiers, a team of two, finally approached them.

The soldiers stood aside cautiously, after seeing Tings' extraordinary speed and witnessing the exaggerated and short confrontation between the two sides.

They knew that no matter which side they were on, they had no choice but to treat it with caution.

However, when they noticed the blood-stained sword on the ground.

Tinges' right palm was almost skin covered with flesh and broken bones, and his left sleeve was soaked in bright red.

Their pupils couldn't help but shrink and their palms started sweating.

They originally thought that the battle between the two sides would be a lose-lose situation.

What they saw before them made them feel choked up and unable to utter a word.

"Please allow me to clarify that I was acting in self-defense."

"Neither the long sword nor the throwing knife are the weapons I carry. My sword is still in its scabbard."

"The empty pouch and scabbard of Mr. Tingles's sword bear witness to that."

Rick always gives people the feeling of a friendly, innocent victim.

"In the barracks, we will have people questioning and investigating, but before that, you must go back to the barracks with us."

Holding an oil lamp, he tried to remain calm, unlike the other soldier who had just shouted.

His tone was not strong.

It was more like they hoped that Rick would cooperate with their work rather than forcing him to do it.

"Okay, but I hope you will try not to destroy the evidence."

The soldier couldn't help but let out a sigh and nodded, indicating that he would handle it carefully.

Then, he carefully held the oil lamp out to Tinggus.

Despite being so badly injured, he didn't utter a single groan.

The soldier couldn't help but wonder if this man was already dead.

This situation is very bad.

The other person next to them might very likely flee for fear of crime and kill the two witnesses in order to delay the investigation.

Under the dim light source, Tinggus's face with blue eyes, thin cheeks and flat chin appeared in the soldiers' eyes.

At the same time, another soldier seemed to recognize the gray-eyed man who looked vaguely familiar.

"Tingus Wedland?!"

"Instructor Rick?!"

"!"

The soldier holding the oil lamp looked at his colleagues in astonishment, then turned and stared at Rick in a daze.

I almost lost my concentration and let go of the handle of the lamp, causing it to fall to the ground.

"I didn't expect... that there are people who know me."

"No, any soldier who has received your instruction will surely never forget their gratitude and respect for you."

The soldier responded respectfully:

"I just didn't expect you to appear here, Instructor Rick. Are you... completing the commission?"

As for Tingers, the soldiers were no strangers.

In the notice issued by the military officials two days ago, "Black Tuxedo" Tingus Wedlands was listed as a wanted person.

It ranks at the top of the reward list.

The soldiers' current thought is that Rick is capturing a bounty target.

"Reward?"

Rick had been away from the city for nearly a week, so naturally he didn't know anything about the incident, including the assassination of Princess Mera, and had no way of guessing.

How could he have known that so many things would happen in just a few days.

I can only put on an expression of indifference.

The soldier holding the oil lamp paused, thinking that Rick agreed with his statement, and then continued:

"But please, you and Tingus Wedland come back with us."

"He is extremely dangerous... His identity needs to be verified. If confirmed, Mr. Lake will receive the reward immediately."

What he secretly meant was that he hoped Rick could escort Tinggus together.

On normal days, even if Rick was really suspected of a crime, most of the soldiers who knew him would not directly ask him to follow them back to the barracks.

Instead, he waited until he had obtained sufficient execution documents before visiting Rick.

But a mid-level bronze-level professional is not a criminal that two soldiers can control.

Especially when he was a killer involved in many gangs and suspected of numerous cases.

Even though Tinggus was seriously injured and had lost all his weapons, it would not be difficult for him to take advantage of the opportunity to eliminate the two soldiers.

So the two of them just stood guard and did not go forward to restrain Tingers.

"no problem."

Rick then picked up the sword on the ground and handed the throwing knife to the soldier.

Then he took off Tingus's steel needle wrist guard and the remaining bags of throwing knives one by one.

He took out the poisonous smoke bomb from his waist, a bag of alchemical explosives, and a poisoned magic dagger that emitted a pale green cold light.

Only then did Rick put Tingus's left arm on his shoulder.

Tingges cooperated.

For him at this moment, being sent to court and standing trial obviously gave him a better chance of survival.

At least he had time to wait for the gang to rescue him, or hire a good lawyer to defend him.

Even because of his identity as a Blood Gang agent, the forces behind him might try to rescue him.