But when he saw his uncle, the peace officer who had taught him swordsmanship, struck down by a sword and lying in a pool of blood, that little bit of confidence in his bushy eyebrows shattered like glass.
He didn't dare entertain any thoughts of resistance in his heart; after all, resistance meant immediate death, but if he cowered in the crowd like a quail, perhaps he could delay his demise!
At this moment, the figure of a man appeared unbidden in his mind.
A figure that was even shorter and frailer than him.
During the swordsmanship competition in the servant training, the person turned the impossible into possible, and reversing his defeat, he had beaten him.
If he were here, would he dare to draw his sword against them?
After some thought, he shook his head; chances were he wouldn't dare either.
After all, the gap in strength was simply too great.
Although, he had heard that the guy had become the Night Watchman of the town, but what of it? He was still an ordinary person, and in the face of these fierce bandits, probably only a formal Knight would suffice.
Seeing wisps of eerie black mist spread, his heart immediately tightened, and he muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear:
"Mother! You've doomed your own son; do you realize that?"
"Goddess above! I pray someone can save me!"
"I sincerely apologize for all the wrongs I've done before and beg the Goddess to send someone to rescue me!"
"I'm still young; I truly don't want to die!"
At this moment, his eyes had never been so devout!
If Rein were here, he would have recognized that, apart from him, many of the servant boys he knew were also here, including his good friend George.
This was because the Habsburg Manor was going to hold a servant assessment next week.
Therefore, many servants accompanied their families to the church to worship devoutly, praying that the Goddess would bless them with a smooth assessment.
At this moment, they all looked in horror at the scene before them.
At the very edge of the church hall, there was another figure familiar to Rein, that of his mother Emma, who was bowing her head in shock and trembling, her expression one of horror.
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"With such a big incident happening, Rein, as the captain of the Night Watchmen, should be rushing over, right?"
"No, no! Rein mustn't come!"
"They are too many and too powerful; even if Rein comes, he definitely can't win against them!"
"Goddess protect! Please don't let Rein come, let him be safe and sound!" Emma thought silently to herself.
At this time, a Black Flame Monk, robed in black, stood blocking the entrance to the church's outer square. Four or five bodies dressed in peace officer uniforms lay haphazardly on the ground, and opposite him stood the remaining twenty or so Night Watchmen of Flashgold Town, along with a few peace officers.
The Night Watchmen had their bows drawn and aimed at the Black Flame Monk, and the peace officers had also drawn their Longswords, surrounding him. But they were all tense, with a few pale and trembling.
This gave the monk holding the black flame in his hand an air of being the lone man guarding a pass against a thousand enemies.
The first few peace officers to arrive had already fallen prey to him.
Among the remaining defenses of Flashgold Town, the short Matteo held the highest position.
As the captain of the Night Watchmen, he clenched his fists, his face flushed with blood, but he dared not order his men to shoot.
Matteo never lacked the courage to fight, but facing the Black Flame Monk who had even given officer Hamilton a tough time before, he knew that if he were to shout 'fire', it was likely all of them would fall here.
The black flames flickering in his opponent's hand made Matteo apprehensive; to the average-strength Night Watchman, it was almost unbeatable.
You may say, 'Hasn't Rein already killed a Black Flame Monk? It can't be that scary, right?'
True, but that was a Black Flame Monk in a state of severe injury.
The one before them now was a Black Flame Monk in his prime.
It's not the same thing at all!
So despite having him surrounded, Matteo was almost certain that even if they fought to the death, they wouldn't even be able to touch him.
Maybe before they were all wiped out, they could inflict a wound or two on him.
That would be the extent of it!
Although Matteo had already sent out messengers to chase after Lord Hamilton's party at the first opportunity, it had already been an hour since they'd left; in terms of time, they were likely too late to help.
Additionally, Matteo had dispatched messengers to the nearby Habs Manor to seek the help of Knight Lloyd, but it would probably take some time for the reinforcements from the manor to arrive.
So even though Matteo wasn't very confident that Rein could defeat the opponent, at this moment their only hope was for Rein, the newly appointed deputy peace officer still in Flashgold Town.
"You don't even have the courage to shoot me with your arrows? As the imperial peacekeeping force, that's sincerely pathetic," the Black Flame Monk sneered, twirling the ball of black flames in his hand.
"Was it you lot of trash that ganged up and killed Mort? Doesn't look like it!"
"Well! If you stand there obediently without moving, perhaps I might spare your lives."
"Oh, right, I remember now, you wouldn't be waiting for that... what's his name... Rei... Rein! That's the name, isn't it?"
"Heh, you wouldn't be waiting for him, would you?"
"Too bad, you won't be waiting for him to come."