The commander suddenly felt embarrassed.

He repeatedly winked Samson, but Samson's whole face was swollen and his eyes were blurred. He could not see clearly the wink the commander gave him, and even more so Prince Alson was sitting behind the table gnawing bread.

Prince Alson's face immediately sank.

What is supplies dedicated to me?

Those supplies are used to rescue Bule Town. After receiving the supplies, they should be transported there as soon as possible!

Alsson suppressed his anger and continued to chew on the bread.

Samson said more and more, "Those two guys attacked our fortress and declared war on the entire Arno Kingdom. Commander, why are you hesitating? Are you afraid of Gandalf? Even if he is the gray-robed mage of the Saint White Council, he cannot come to rob our supplies! This is robbing Prince Alson's things! OK! Even if you dare not touch Gandalf, then the guy named Diedi beside Gandalf, you can always kill him? Look at him beat me!"

Prince Alson threw away half of the bread and said coldly: "Stop talking about others, even I want to smoke you."

Samson was stunned, and then he whispered: "Samson, Your Highness the Prince."

Samson smiled coldly and said, "Hmph, the boy who came out of the way, dressed in tatters and was still gnawing on shabby bread - do you know what I use for this kind of shabby bread?"

Prince Alson asked in a fury, "What are you for?"

Samson said with a grin, "I'm just using it to wipe my butts, hahaha!"

The commander hurriedly stepped forward and covered Samson's mouth, "Samson, you're crazy, this is, this is His Highness the Prince!"

Samson laughed and said, "Your Highness Prince? What a joke? Why did Your Highness Prince dress so ragged? Stop teasing!"

Two white-robed knights stood up, one of them twisted Samson's arm, and the other showed their long sword.

Samson then opened his eyes wide and saw the emblem on the white-robed knight.

"Prince... Your Highness! How could it be you?"

Samson said anxiously: "I was joking with you just now! Don't take it seriously!"

Alsson asked coldly: "I don't blame you for your insult to me just now. Those who don't know will not be guilty."

Samson said gratefully: "Your Highness, you are so generous! You are really-"

Alsson raised his hand to stop Samson's compliment and said coldly: "Now, if I ask you whatever I ask you, you will answer. If there is a nonsense, I will let my captain of the Knights chop you up. Have you seen this sword in his hand? This is the Boromir sword, a symbol of the power of the Arno royal family. Although it is not as famous as the Nasir Sacred Sword, it can also be called a good sword forged by the magic of the elves. Having this sword is equivalent to having the power to drive the royal power, that is, I can cut off your head without being judged."

Samson was so scared that his face was bloodless and nodded like pounding garlic. "Your Highness, my prince, I promise that every sentence is true and I will never dare to deceive you!"

Alsson asked: "How much do you transport the supplies to rescue Bree Town?"

Samson was stunned, "Your Highness, you have all these supplies raised by you, so I will keep them all for you. But what's hateful is that two guys broke in and robbed the twelve cars of supplies today!"

Alsson suppressed his anger, "You obviously have so many supplies in your hands, just to please me, so you don't care about the life or death of Bree Town?"

Samson hurriedly said, "Your Highness, Bray Town is no longer saved! Instead of filling that hole, it's better for everyone to do it. In short, the whole country has seen that you have done your best. Everyone will only praise you and will not complain. Moreover, you don't have to get close to Bray Town to avoid getting infected with the plague."

Alsson said coldly: "Is this your truth?"

Samson hurriedly said, "Yes, Your Highness, I am loyal to Your Highness. Everything I do is for you!"

Alsson asked, "Who was the one who robbed the supplies? Gandalf?"

Samson hurriedly said, "That's right, Gandalf, the gray-robed wizard of the Saint White Council, and a pharmacist who is still not dry! Your Highness, I think it is necessary for you to protest to the Saint White Council. Their brutal interference in our rescue has disrupted the deployment we had originally formulated!"

Alsson smiled coldly and said, "You really dare to say it! Let me protest with the Saint White Council? I really can't understand why Gandalf didn't kill you with a fireball. Well, Gandalf knew that the most important thing at this time was not to vent anger, but to rescue the town of Bree. How long have they been away?"

Samson hurriedly said, "Soon, at most half an hour."

Alsson nodded and said, "Well, they are driving a carriage, so we can still chase after it."

Samson's eyes lit up, "Yes! Your Highness! Let's catch him! Take them back and clean up! Gandalf is not easy to offend, and at worst he can just let it go, but the pharmacist named Died must be handed over to me, and I will chop off his head with my own hands."

Alsson smiled coldly, "You are reminding me that it is indeed a bit inappropriate for me to chase Gandalf so empty. I have to get a gift."

Samson asked in confusion: "What gift?"

Alsson sneered, "Your head."

The white-robed Knight captain next to him immediately pulled out the Boromire sword and put it on Samson's neck.

Samson was so scared that he lost his soul and said quickly: "Your Highness Prince! Your Highness Prince! What's going on? Didn't we say it well just now? Don't we still want to catch Gandalf and the others together?"

Alsson said coldly: "Wrong, it's not to catch me back, but to chase me and send them more supplies. You bastard, have you delayed the lives of the people in the townspeo town! I killed you not because you said something insulted me just now, but because you dereliction of duty! Captain Knight! Take action!"

Samson shouted, "No, Your Highness, the Duke of Milan is my cousin!"

Puff!

The sword of Boromir was slashed, and the head of the Duke of Milan's cousin grandson landed on the ground.

Alsson said coldly: "Pack his head, bring some emergency supplies, and catch up with Gandalf and the others."

"Yes!" Captain Cavaliers then picked up Samson's head.

The commander next to him had already been frightened, for fear that Alsson would get angry, and he, the fortress commander, would chop him up together.

In fact, Alsson also wanted to ask the commander about his crime, but if he even cut the fortress commander together, the entire fortress would be in chaos. Now the fortress is a material supply station, so it cannot be in chaos.

Alsson said coldly: "Mr. Commander, do what you should do, use all the strength you can use, and transport the supplies to Bule Town as soon as possible - I will wait for you in Bule Town."

After saying that, Alsson picked up his fur cloak and walked out.

The white-robed knights also followed them out.
Chapter completed!