Julian's horse seemed to like this nervous and exciting chase game. It followed the hound's footsteps and knocked the bushes open, flattened the bushes, and stomped the saplings to the ground.

The branches and leaves along the way left a "sizzling" friction sound on Julian's chain mail. Leaves remained in the gaps in his clothes, and thinner branches were inserted into the holes of his chain mail iron rings.

Julian now looks completely gone from the freshness she had just now. The low branches along the way hit him with red marks on his face. Those who don’t know would think that this poor guy was tortured by cruelly.

The wild boar was forced into a small grassland, and a huge rock stood on a steep slope, blocking the wild boar. Behind the rock was a hill that was not very high.

The weather-beaten gray rock walls of the rock are covered with ivy, and lush holly bushes and stout beech trees grow beside them.

No one is smart, the wild boar will not recognize the rock wall covered with ivy as a bush that can be shuttled through, so it can't help but slow down, looking like it wants to find another way out.

"There is no way to escape, right? Hahaha, go to die!" Julian roared with a grin, raised his spear, and stabbed the boar's head.

Julian came in full force, and even the hunting dog chasing the wild boar was frightened and crawled into the bushes beside him.

Unfortunately, this guy who is not very good at riding and gun skills is immersed in wine and meat banquets and behind-the-scenes conspiracy. His slightly fat hand trembled violently because of his nervousness, and actually inserted the tip of his spear into the wild boar's muscular back.

"Click" and the spear that only pierced into the wild boar's body was overwhelmed and folded into two pieces. The sudden resistance caused Julian to fall from his horse.

"Shit!"

The frightened horse turned uncontrollably and tried to stay away from the already angry wild boar, but poor Julian's left foot was too tight on the kickstick, and the frightened horse was dragged forward on the ground in a mess.

When Julian shook his head and shook himself away from the stupid horse and sat up from the ground, he found himself sitting barely on the grass, his horse with the deerskin boots on his left foot was gone.

Soon, he found himself in a worse situation - the wild boar with a small spear remaining on his back was rushing towards him with red eyes and screaming.

"For God's sake, who will save me!" Julian opened his eyes wide, his head blank for a moment, and he was stunned. He even forgot to draw his sword from the scabbard around his waist to defend himself.

"Swoosh!"

A crossbow arrow shot accurately on the wild boar's forehead and disappeared deeply. The wild boar that had lost its potential energy suddenly fell a few meters in front of Julian.

The wild boar's thick and sharp white fangs were drooping to the side with his godless eyes, and soon the blood was gushing out red.

If it were a few seconds at night, Julian would have been indecisive.

Simon rode "lucky" flexibly from Julian's side and behind with a crossbow in his hand. He pulled his horse next to the boar's corpse and jumped down on the kickstick.

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"Although I don't want to do this, the kind God just now controlled my hands and shot this arrow," Simon said to the terrified Julian, "It seems that you owe me a life."

Julian nodded with a pale cheek. No matter how unpleasant he and Simon passed, it was impossible to change the fact that Simon had saved his life just now.

"Thank you, Simon, to be honest, although I don't like you," Julian, who came to his senses, took a deep breath, and spoke a little unscrupulously. "But I have to say, I owe you a favor. One day, I will pay it back."

"I hope you keep your promise." Simon grabbed the handle of the wild boar's forehead and pulled out the crossbow.

Simon chose to save Julian because he was a loyal man. Since he would be so loyal to his monarch, he would definitely repay the great favor he owed to his savior. In this way, Simon had a breakthrough in the fortress inside Lange, even if Julian might not have wanted to do so in his original intention.

If Julian died, Lange would definitely use another confidant he trusted to serve as his spy leader. In this way, Simon would not stop saving Julian and gain a restraint on him with the grace of saving his life.

Simon, who pulled out the crossbow arrow, put the blood-sticked crossbow arrow back into the crossbow bag, then came to Julian, pulled him up, and pulled out his sword from his scabbard.

"What are you going to do?" Julian opened his eyes in horror. Now he was like a lamb to be slaughtered, without any ability to resist.

But he obviously misunderstood. Simon just glanced at him disdainfully, turned around and walked back to the boar's corpse, aimed the tip of the sword at the wound caused by the crossbow arrow, and penetrated it deeply into the boar's forehead. The milky white pig's brain overflowed along the sword body, "This is your prey, and it naturally belongs to you. Remember, it was killed by you."

Julian immediately understood what Simon meant and looked at him gratefully. When Simon returned to the back of "lucky", the belated nobles arrived slowly at the scene.

If Lange knew that Simon saved Julian's life, the cunning fox would inevitably have suspicion of Julian, and even eventually became alienated and distrustful, until the fallen out of favor Julian was completely injected into the cold palace by him.

If you believe that this wild boar was killed by Julian alone, it will be the best for Simon and Julian.

The nobles praised Julian's courage one after another. They had no doubt that the boar was Julian's trophy. The fierce beast had Julian's sword stuck in its head, which was the best proof. The servants who followed the nobles, who were breathlessly running behind the nobles stepped forward to deal with the boar and prepared to carry it back to the camp.

"Dear Lord, Lord Lord," Julian limped to the Earl of Lange. His naked left foot and body rolling in the mud pond all hint at the intensity of his fight with the wild boar just now. "I offer this wild boar to you, and I believe it will surely add color to your wedding table!"

"Thank you, my loyal knight," a smug smile appeared on Lange's face. Julian's behavior greatly increased his face and made him show his attention in front of the nobles in the public. On a whim, he took off an exquisite gold ring from his finger and handed it to Julian who was kneeling on one knee. "This is my reward for you, please accept it."

"Thank you, I will always be your most loyal follower!" Julian buried his face slightly when he said this, looking a little confused. However, Count Lange, who was immersed in joy, did not notice this abnormality.

"Good, good dog," Simon, who stood aside and cheered with the nobles, bent down and touched the fur and saw all the spotted hunting dogs just next to the bushes. "Eat something, thank you for your hard work."

As he said that, Simon took out a small piece of bacon from his waist bag and threw it on the ground. The dog bent down and sniffed it, and immediately started to eat.
Chapter completed!