My cousin is becoming a legend.

Chapter 18 The Crimson Hall

"Why does the Baron want to see me?"

Lynn gripped the short sword tightly, not relaxing for a moment.

Lying in battle to lower the enemy's guard is a very common tactic.

"The Baron did not tell us the reason; our task was simply to respectfully escort you to the castle."

The leading knight waved his hand.

The next moment, all the knights removed the cloaks covering their armor.

The star and moon patterns on their shoulder armor were now visible.

That means they are all extraordinary individuals.

"Lord Lynn, you absolutely cannot escape, and we do not wish to have a conflict with you."

Lynn's heart sank.

It seems there's absolutely no hope left.

We had no choice but to go with them.

Baron Narell did not seem to intend to kill him.

Otherwise, if these knights charged in, his entire family would be wiped out.

Lynn sighed, sheathed his sword, and said in a deep voice:

"Alright, then please take me to see the Baron."

The lead knight bowed, one hand covering his chest.

I'm very sorry for offending you.

Lynn was put back into the carriage.

The carriage frame, which had been tethered to a small horse, was instead attached to a tall, armored horse.

This eliminated any possibility of Lynn escaping on horseback.

Inside the carriage, Uncle, Aunt, and Tina looked somewhat pale.

Aunt Edith's voice trembled slightly.

"What...what's going on? Are we...are we being dragged away to be beheaded?"

Lynn could only say something positive to reassure her: "Don't worry, Auntie, it's the Baron who wants to see me, it's nothing."

Aunt Edith looked at Lynn as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she kept quiet.

No one spoke in the carriage anymore.

Crows are cawing outside the window.

The wheels rolled over the stone, mercilessly crushing it into pieces.

The horses' hooves struck the ground with a rhythmic thud.

Tina silently took Lynn's hand.

Lynn glanced over instinctively and saw her trusting eyes.

Tina's fair skin looked even whiter at this moment.

She smiled.

It's unclear whether it's expressing trust or some other unknown emotion.

Lynn silently tightened her grip on her hand.

Tina's hands were small and a little cold.

It feels like a piece of tofu when you hold it, as if you could crush it with a little force.

If only... he could be stronger...

The carriage continued its journey.

The knights' horses were much stronger than the ponies that pulled the carriages, and they soon arrived at the city of Nareel.

Looking out the car window into the distance.

There seems to be a row of... things on the walls of Nareel.

Lynn covered Tina's eyes, her eyes filled with reluctance.

Those things standing on the city wall belong to the Restoration Society.

Their bodies were erected on the city wall like skewers of grilled meat.

Their grotesque and terrified heads, contorted in their final moments, hung on the massive city gate.

So many people...

Lynn took a deep breath and unconsciously tightened her grip on Tina's arm.

The carriage drove into the city gate.

The knights rode in single file, flanking the carriage on both sides to clear the way.

The city's residents all retreated into their homes, peering curiously through their windows at the shabby carriage.

Soon the carriage arrived at the foot of the castle.

The vehicle stopped.

The lead knight opened the car door.

"Please move aside, Mr. Lynn. Your family can stay in the car for now."

Lynn nodded.

Tina reluctantly let go of his hand, her eyes filled with worry as she looked at him.

"Don't worry, I'll be back to find you soon."

Lynn patted Tina's head and said to his uncle and aunt.

Aunt Edith trembled and couldn't speak.

Uncle Anthony kept his head down.

Until Lynn jumped off the carriage.

Uncle Anthony's hoarse voice came from behind.

"Lynn, no matter what the final outcome is, I want to say that I have never regretted bringing you here. You have always been... a source of pride for me and my older brother."

Lynn's body stiffened for a moment.

He didn't turn around and continued walking forward.

The knight led him into the castle.

Finally, he was going to meet Baron Narell.

However, the current situation is somewhat different from what he expected.

As you pass through the dimly lit hall, a man's painful roar comes from ahead.

That was... Lucas's voice?

Soon, the knight led Lynn to the room from which the sound had come.

The hall was dimly lit.

A man with gray hair, a hooked nose, and deep-set eyes was sitting in the hall.

His face was gloomy, his skin rough, and he had no trace of aristocratic elegance.

That was Baron Narell.

The rulers of this land.

The strongest on this land.

Brown Narell.

"Haha, look who's here! Lynn, I've been waiting for you so long!"

The man, who had initially looked gloomy, instantly put on a kind smile when he saw Lynn being led into the room.

However, this so-called kind smile appeared even more sinister against the backdrop of the blood-stained cross.

Are you looking at him?

Brown Narell smiled and turned his head to look at the cross next to him.

Lucas, covered in blood, was strapped to it.

He had been tortured beyond recognition, and there was none of the elegance and composure he had shown when they met that day.

The clothes around the limbs were loose.

Under such torment, it's hard to know whether his superhuman status is a good thing or a bad thing for him...

Lynn quickly looked away and knelt down on one knee.

"Please forgive my intrusion, my name is Lynn Wilson, greetings, Your Excellency!"

Brown Narell laughed heartily, stepped forward, helped Lynn up, and said gently, "Lynn, you are my friend, we are equals, you don't need to bow to me."

Lynn felt uneasy upon hearing this.

What exactly does Narell want him to do?

Brown Narell stared at Lynn's face as if he were examining a treasure.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, pointed at the knight beside him, and said in a somewhat dangerous tone.

"Lynn, my friend. These vulgar fellows haven't done anything disrespectful to you, have they? You must tell me the truth: disrespecting my friend is disrespecting me. Just say the word, and I can have them all executed."

Lynn shook his head with difficulty.

"They have treated me very well, thank you for your kindness, Your Excellency. But I have a question: why...why did you want to see me?"

Brown Narell smiled and shook his head when asked this question.

"I like your straightforward personality, Lynn, but there's no rush to talk about that right now."

He pointed to Lucas on the cross.

"Shall we talk about avenging you first?"

"To avenge me?"

Lynn frowned.

But Brown's next words made his heart skip a beat.

"Yes, you were always meant to be my knight. But this damned bastard dragged you into some bullshit Restoration Society, subjecting you to undeserved stigma and risk! Isn't that an unforgivable sin?!"

Brown Narell's eyes burned with rage as he raised the whip at his waist and lashed it toward the cross.

The familiar groans of pain rang out once again.

Lucas was already covered in wounds, and the sudden pull caused him to writhe in pain. However, the tight rope binding him only made his wounds hurt more.

This eerie scene is chilling.

He then slapped it more than twenty times.

He didn't stop until he had had his fill.

Brown handed the whip to Lynn and smiled:

"Here you go, this is a special gift I prepared for you."