"How do you know?" Chechen asked strangely. He also found some clues because of the sword hanging on the wall, but the old man only asked "is there any fish soup" and realized that it was very dangerous here. Could he have predicted.

    "What a problem here!?"

    Michael''s brain burst. He was determined to rescue the woman. At that time, he only wanted to find a comfortable resting place for the old man, but he didn''t expect to bring everyone into the wolf''s nest.

    "This is my hometown. My family has lived here for generations. It is our Lithuanian custom to entertain guests with fish soup. Since they have not prepared fish soup, they obviously don''t treat us as guests," the old man said.

    "Well," Chechen nodded.

    "Children, how did you see the clue?" the old man asked Che Chen.

    "There is a flame sword and a long thin sword hanging on the wall of their restaurant. The style of the family emblem on the two weapons is different, but the old woman said that both weapons belong to their family."

    Michael heard this and no longer doubted.

    He is also a noble. He knows that a noble family can only have a family emblem. Obviously, at least one of the two weapons did not belong to the old woman and her six sons. Even if these weapons were the booty of their ancestors, according to custom, the nobles would erase the mark of their former masters and would never hang them on their own walls.

    This is a common sense that even the poorest and poorest nobles know, but the old woman''s family doesn''t understand it. Obviously, they are not aristocrats. So where did these weapons come from? The answer is already obvious.

    "What do the family badges on those two weapons look like?"

    "The flame sword is etched with the pattern of a horse and two people. On the other slender sword, there is a badge of three sheep heads on the handle."

    "How many of them!" the old man asked quickly. As a great aristocrat, he knew which family owned it only by the style of family emblem dictated by Cherchen. These two are the noble families of Smolensk. They must have been cheated to the manor by the old woman and killed like their own group on the way to escape.

    "Nine. Six young men and two women, and an old servant with a hunchback," said Chechen.

    "What about us?"

    "There are four, including you. My uncle and uncle fedott must have been drunk by them."

    "You have another companion?"

    "Fatima is in the restaurant. If only her hand hadn''t hurt."

    The old man smiled bitterly. He looked at Chen, who was still a teenager, and at himself who was seriously injured and weak.

    That is to say, only mihau can fight on his own side. But no matter how high his swordsmanship is, his fists can''t match his four hands, not to mention that the other party may have firearms.

    "Mihau!"

    The old man shouted the name of the little knight. I don''t know if it''s because the old man spoke too fast and called the name of the little Knight "Michael" as "mihau".

    "I must not die at the hands of these poor people. It will disgrace my family. Kill me now and take my head back to Werner. It''s not difficult to break out of the siege with your ability."

    At this time, the old man is not concerned about his own life, but the reputation of the family, which can''t help but surprise Cherchen''s identity.

    The identity of such a person who regards honor above life is by no means simple.

    "My Lord!"

    At this time, the little Knight''s heart was full of remorse. Of course, he is not for himself, but for the old man. There are thousands of Wufu like himself in the Republic, but there are few leaders and unique handsome people.

    Since the rebellion of Bogdan hemelinitsky, the Republic has lost a wise leader. Unexpectedly, the last Optimus of the Republic will die in this nameless valley because of himself.

    "Don''t hesitate. Run away before they start. Remember, go to bogusvav first."

    "Sir, I''ll stop those people and let this little brother take you. The Republic can''t live without you!" the little knight was unwilling to give up and put forward another plan.

    Neither of the two plans of the little Knight mentioned Pedro and others who were still in the restaurant, which was not his ingratitude - if he usually fought his life, the little Knight would fight with these bandits for his friends. Just because the old man is noble, he can''t lose.

    But the old man seemed to have decided that his time had come. He was silent despite the persuasion of the little knight.

    "Since there is no way to escape, why don''t we fight?"

    When the old man refused to listen to his advice, Cherchen suddenly put forward another plan - fight with them.

    This is what Chechen has been thinking about. Michael and the old man can still escape, but Cherchen can''t escape. He can only fight in death. Because his uncle and fedot and Fatima are still in the restaurant.

    The old man looked at Chechen calmly. If he was defeated, he would certainly appreciate Cherchen''s bravery and fighting more with less, because he is also such a fighting style. But after the defeat, the old man realized that the disadvantage of absolute number could not be compensated by personal bravery and tenacity. One against six is not enough for their own army, nor one against nine by Michael.

    "Chechen, even if three are removed, they also have six adult men."

    The little Knight reminded Cherchen. Even if women and hunchbacked old servants are not included, they still have an advantage in number.

    "I know how many of them are, but just as they think we are still in the dark about their identity, they also think we are completely unaware of their identity. Then we can deceive one or two of them. I heard Fatima say, Michael, you are a master of swordsmanship. Is that right?"

    Che Chen said a tongue twister and asked.

    Whether Michael is as powerful as Fatima said is the core of his plan.

    "Well, if it''s less than three people, I''m sure to deal with it," Michael said positively. He still has this confidence in his swordsmanship.

    "Well, later, I''ll go back and lie to them that the old man''s injury is getting worse. They will certainly let some of them come and have a look. Michael, you''ll hide behind the door and attack them when they open the door." Chechen said his plan.

    "What about the other people? Although I can deal with the robbers who fall in, I can''t keep quiet. The other people will hear a sound. Your uncle and your friends are in the restaurant. They will threaten us with your uncle and them."

    "Then it will only be seen if it suck." he looked out of the window.

    That "it" is my biggest reliance and uncertainty tonight.

    "My lord?"

    Michael looked at the old man with questioning eyes.

    The old man looked at Cherchen, then Michael, and finally nodded. The situation is bad enough now. It can''t be worse.

    "Mihaeu," said the old man to the little knight, leaning half against the wall behind the bed when Chechen left the room, "leave your dagger to me."