Chapter 86 Nation Bonfret’s tragedy part 1 (1/2)

Chapter 86 Nation Bonfret’s tragedy part 1

Translator: Tchu

Editor: Koreanmist

Sir Bonfret felt that his current situation really was a tragedy.

He was of noble birth, and his dynasty was ancient as well as pure-blooded. His family lineage had such a long history that it could be traced back a thousand years. If one put power and influence aside, a long noble lineage as his – in history of Byzantine, it was at least top ten even among the rich and powerful families in Royal Capital Osgiliath.

Although he wasn’t the eldest son, he received respect and flattery from all the people in his surroundings since birth. Even if he couldn’t inherit the family title, it wasn’t a big deal. The gods had granted him a pretty face, and if when considering appearances, there were people who would say that he was Royal Capital Osgiliath’s most handsome man – the number one!

Ever since he was 15 years old, he been the apple in women’s eyes – of course, it was still true. Even if everyone knew that he was his Royal Highness the Crown Prince’s exclusive lover, there were still some beautiful aristocratic ladies ogling him. He could drink the best wine, wear the most magnificent and expensive clothing, ride the finest steed, and even had a piece of green gem on his finger that was worth more than a small aristocrat’s annual income.

Even though he knew that there were some people in Royal capital that looked down upon him, it didn’t hinder his elegance. These people only dared to say malicious remarks behind his back, but in front of him they all behaved respectfully like dogs.

Every word that he spoke would be regarded as an absolute command and couldn’t be rejected. No matter what he wanted, he never needed to get it himself. Just by indicating a small hint or giving it a small glance, there would be someone promptly handling it for him appropriately before presenting to him whatever he desired.

Now ……His situation was both a tragedy and a nightmare!!

Most importantly ……the pitiful Sir Knight still didn’t know that his noble name was being fraudulently used by a hillbilly! Moreover, it was being used in a shameless way. A challenge was issued in his name against the continent’s famous powerhouse, who was also the Odin Empire’s strongest warrior.

Luckily, he was kept in the armory, which had very thick walls, and he wrapped a blanket around his head. Therefore, he didn’t hear when Shaar issued the challenge on the battlefield.

However, when the warehouse door opened in the morning and the nasty guy called “Kato” came in with some Praetorian Guard to deliver food, why did he look at me so weirdly?

Kato had a faint smile on his face, and after he gently slide the plate in front of the noble Sir Knight, his eyes gradually filled with pity.

With Kato’s wisdom and his understanding of Shaar – Ah, the smuggler of this army, would never believe that Shaar the hillbilly, who was honest on the surface but full dirty trick inside, would himself fight against Hasting.

The hillbilly was probably 80% determined that he would kick out this pretty boy to act as cannon fodder.

Looking at Bonfret, Kato sighed very sympathetically and squatted down to look at his face: “Ah, being spotted by that hillbilly, you are really unfortunate.”

“Eh? What?” Bonfret’s mind immediately gave birth to traces of restlessness in his heart: “What do you mean?”

“No, nothing.”

Kato who had mixed feelings about this sighed and improved his attitude a lot. He gently patted Bonfret’s shoulder and said: “Eat up while you still can……ah, do you want something to drink? I can get you something……”

Such unexpected graciousness towards him, gave Bonfret’s heart an extreme chill for a moment, as if something felt somewhat fishy…….

Kato continued to carefully look at him: “Come eat, eat. Don’t think too much……Ah, this pitiful guy…”

This bizarre behavior made Bonfret ponder over it for a whole morning. He felt as if he met some dangerous situation, then ……At noon, he finally saw Shaar.

Bonfret was carried out of the armory by several soldiers and was brought directly in front of the entrance. He saw the remaining bloodstains near the camp gate and smelled the thick smell of blood in the air. This scene immediately let Bonfret, who liked cleanliness, faint at the spot. After waking up, he saw there were flesh and remnant corpses hanging from the stakes. The bloody image made Bonfret’s complexion immediately turn pale as paper. Both his legs became weak and if it weren’t for the nearby soldiers, he would probably have fallen to the ground.