Chapter 71 Collusion

As the heir of White Harbor, the well-informed Clay could tell at a glance that this was the mark left by a powerful crossbow. The short crossbow arrows were fired by a crossbow machine and could penetrate steel plates at close range.

The small hole made by the crossbow arrow was buried under a mound of soil soaked in blood. This was definitely not something a caravan could create.

As a low-key ordinary caravan, it is impossible to carry a crossbow that is complex to make, expensive and difficult to maintain. This crossbow arrow can only come from an attacker.

As attackers, they raided the White Harbor caravan at night near the King's Road, where people may appear at any time. If they were carrying the powerful crossbow with the crossbow, then the missing crossbow meant that they were careful. Cleaned the battlefield carefully.

But the problem is, in the dark at night, after killing the people, not only did they not rush away in the carriage, but they went against common sense and cleaned the battlefield, even finding the crossbow arrows buried deep in the soil.

Are they that bold? This is not the mentality that an attacker should have at all. Moreover, since crossbow arrows are used, the longbow will not be absent. After surrounding and killing a caravan of more than fifty people, they can completely recover all the arrows?

More importantly, Clay had asked the knight before if everyone died from sword wounds. The knight answered categorically that there were only sword wounds. So what happened to the crossbow arrow?

To sum up, there is only one explanation. The knight was lying. He hurriedly buried the bodies of other caravan members in order to conceal the truth about what kind of weapons they were killed with.

Was this what the Freys ordered him to do? This idea popped into Clay's mind, but he immediately rejected it. At this time, the Frey family had no reason to attack White Harbor. Besides, he was in White Harbor himself, so the risk was too great.

So who is this knight lying for? Clay really wanted to rush up and press the Yaksi Seal on his face to make him spit out all the words, but unfortunately, the current situation did not allow him to do so.

Clay immediately figured out that the appearance here must have been cleaned up by this knight, which meant that he at least knew about the attack.

He and the group of attackers calculated that the corpses would be rotten and smelly when they arrived, so they deliberately selected three corpses with only sword wounds to mislead themselves. Those who had been shot by crossbows had long been dead. Already buried in the soil.

There was no loaded carriage at the scene, and the people only suffered sword wounds. This was to lead Clay and others to think that it was done by poorly equipped bandits. Clay could already guess that the messy horse hoof prints on the ridges on both sides were probably similar. masterpiece.

Standing up from the ground, Clay pretended to throw away the dark red dirt in his hand as if nothing had happened, clapped his hands and quietly walked towards the place where his family's cavalry gathered.

Just in case, he didn't want what happened four days ago to happen again here, although he now had 200 well-equipped cavalry in his hands.

As soon as he reached his cavalry, a guard had already led Clay's horse in front of him, touched the white horse's cheek, and Clay got on the horse.

At this moment, the guard captain galloped down the hillside on horseback, heading in the direction of Crema's team. When he rushed forward, the guard captain pulled the reins and stopped the horse five steps in front of Clay.

"If you find anything useful, just tell me."

Clay took out a water bag from the saddle and threw it to the guard captain. The latter took it, took two gulps, took a breath, and reported to his young master:

"There are indeed traces of carriage wheels and human footsteps on the ridge, but it's been four days, and it seems to have rained a little in just these two days, so many of the traces are not very clear."

"There are a lot of horse footprints. I made a rough estimate and found that there are about 20 horses. Sir, this is probably the number of pack horses in our caravan. There is not much difference."

The guard captain frowned and reported the information, but after staying with him for such a long time, Clay knew by looking at his twisted expression that he still had something to say. The guard captain kept looking behind Clay intentionally or unintentionally. It was clear that the guard captain might not want the Freys to hear what he said next.

He walked a few steps forward with his horse, away from Aenys Frey who was questioning his own cavalry. After no one could hear the two of them talking, the guard captain immediately whispered:

"Master, something seems wrong!"

"What do you mean?" Clay narrowed his eyes.

"There are many things that I just don't feel right about. First of all, I know the carriages made in White Harbor. The craftsmen who make the wheels are used to making the wheels bigger than those in the south, because we have a lot of rain and snow in the north and the rotten ground It’s not easy to walk.”

"But when I checked the ruts, in addition to our wide wheel tracks, there were also a few narrow wheel marks. Where did these come from? If they were bandits, had they prepared a carriage in advance?"

"Also, the number of horses is wrong. There are indeed more than 20 horse footprints on the ridge heading east. However, after this battle, was there not a single horse killed or injured? I just saw it , the footprints are all real, not a single shallow footprint of a lame person."

"Finally, what about the west side? Why are there no traces? Only by surrounding both sides of this place can we completely annihilate our people. Why are there only human footprints on the west side, but not horses?"

Several questions in a row proved that the guard captain had seen something unreasonable. I can't spell out a complete logic for each question, but it doesn't matter.

After Clay knew that the knight lord was lying, he knew that everything here was prepared for him to see. It must be all fake. Where is the real thing? Just do the opposite.

He worked hard to create that attacks all come from the east, so the question is, where does the west lead?

The answer is, the knight lord's manor!

Clay already had a hazy feeling in his mind. All this was probably done by the knight lord with his arms and the mysterious power coming from the east.

Otherwise, how could he, a small wealthy knight, have the strength to annihilate a caravan?

As a local snake, he may have informed the other party of the whereabouts of this slow-moving caravan, and then he led his men to ambush on the west side, while the mysterious force was in the east. After the attack began, he blocked the ridge on the west side , to prevent anyone in the caravan from escaping, while that force completes the final massacre.

Clay now urgently wants to know what is loaded on the carriage of this caravan. If there is a witcher's grass decoction formula, it will delay his important event.

But other than directly looking for an opportunity to attack this knight with Axi, the doubts Clay currently has are not enough to be used as evidence. As the heir of White Harbor, he now has two things to do:

The first is to pay homage to the dead, and the second is, of course, to find the murderer who did this and chop off their heads!