North, Cumbria.


    As soon as it was slightly bright and the air was still cool at night, the servants in campesburg were the first to get busy.


    Old buck, the groom, was dressed in black and his feet were stained with yellow horse dung. After he shoveled all the dung in the stables into the carriage, he pestered the dung fork and urged the servants slowly swallowing and carrying the dung bucket.


    "Hey! Damn fool, are you splashing water! You splashed on me!"


    "My God, you guy didn''t wake up after drinking last night! The carriage is right in front of you, but you''ve got the feces all over the floor!"


    "Be quick. Madam likes a clean castle. Do you guys want madam to smell the smell and kill me!"


    ……


    In the face of old Buck''s constant urging, the servants had long been used to it. One by one, they held their breath, carefully raised the dung bucket, poured all the viscous excrement and urine into the carriage, and then quickly left the smelly carriage.


    After loading a full load of goods, old buck got into the carriage, pulled the reins and rushed to the castle gate.


    Dumping excrement out of the city every day is the most important duty of old buck in addition to taking care of horses. Obviously, the castle guard was also very aware of this. He opened the city gate early and stood waiting.


    The feces in the carriage swayed, and with the rotation of the wheels, a yellow fecal water trace was brought out on the ground. The Knights covered their mouths and noses, had no intention of checking, and directly waved to old buck to pass quickly.


    In fact, they have never checked before.


    Pulling the reins, old buck bowed his head respectfully to the bodyguard as usual, and drove the dung cart out of the city gate directly.


    The carriage went away, looked at the soup on the ground and smelled the stench in the air. The knight in charge of guarding the city gate complained, "shit, there are so many excrement and urine today! We have to ask those guys to wash it with some water, otherwise we won''t feel better all day."


    Another bodyguard also frowned and said, "maybe he will be scolded by his wife!"


    Everyone in campersburg knew that Mrs. Taylor was very clean, and even the servants were asked to dress neatly.


    ……


    The carriage swayed and headed for the river forest west of the castle, where campesburg dumped dung and washed the dung cart.


    The horses who pulled the cart were already familiar with the road. After crossing the stone bridge, they directly pulled the dung cart into the forest. When they came to the place where the dung was dumped yesterday, they skillfully stopped.


    Throwing off the reins in his hand, old buck jumped out of the carriage quickly and looked around. After he found no abnormality, he picked up the dung fork in his hand and knocked several times on the wooden carriage.


    Then, just listen to the "crash", in the carriage full of dung water, a yellow figure suddenly sprang up.


    Holding a skin bag made of pig stomach in his hand, he sat in the dung cart, as if he had just woke up from a deep sleep, staring at the scenery in front of him with his eyes open.


    "Out... Out... I''m out!"


    After shaking off the pig''s stomach skin bag in his hand, milt finally recovered. He clenched his fists, beat the feces around him and shouted excitedly.


    "Are you crazy!" old Buck was almost hit by splashing feces and shouted discontentedly. "If you don''t want to be a smelly dog again, roll into the river and clean yourself immediately. We have to get out of here quickly."


    Milt seemed suddenly frightened and turned to look at old buck as if he realized his existence.


    Staring at milt, who was covered with feces from the tip of his hair to his eyebrows, from his ears to his nostrils, and even his mouth, the coachman showed an interesting smile and threw his package on the ground.


    "These are clean clothes. I''ll only give you a quarter of an hour. More than a quarter of an hour, you can pray here alone that" the time is not yet. "


    With that, he turned and went deep into the woods.


    Looking at each other''s back and the clean clothes on the ground, milt immediately turned out of the carriage full of dung and ran to the river on the left.


    With a "puff", milt, who stripped himself naked, jumped directly into the river. In an instant, the originally clear river turned yellow.


    The cool river made the skin comfortable. Milt restrained his excitement, completely soaked himself in the water and worked hard to scrub the dirt on his body.


    I escaped, I escaped, I really escaped!


    Milt burst into tears, but he didn''t hesitate. I''m no longer a smelly dog, not a smelly dog! He thought, I''m milt - it''s milt campes!


    ……


    Wash away the filth from his body. Milt hurried ashore. When he picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on his body quickly, a horse''s nose suddenly came behind him, which scared him to turn around in a hurry.


    "You, who are you?"


    Looking at the young knight sitting high on the horse, dressed in silver and white armor and with a white cloak on his shoulders, milt''s heart almost jumped from his throat to his mouth.


    He moved backward timidly, thinking about the life and death of the old groom, hoping to get the dung fork on the ground behind him.


    "Big... Sir," milt said, noticing the other party''s smooth plate armor, "I''m the groom in campers castle, responsible for dumping the dung in the castle. What can I do for you? Are you going to campers castle?"


    In an instant, milt had a lot of judgment in his heart.


    If the other party is alone, he can''t be a castle guard, let alone a pursuer.


    His armor and cloak, without any family crest, may be a mercenary.


    How did a mercenary show up here? Lost? Unlikely. Is it hiding in the woods?


    Just as milt retreated a little and turned around to get the dung fork. When he could kill the guy in front of him with one blow, the knight who had been looking down on his horse suddenly smiled: "Mr. smelly dog, I never said I would give you my job. Did you call it yourself?"


    Milt was stunned and stared at the knight on horseback. He was really familiar with the rough, low voice.


    "You... It''s you! You''re the groom in the castle! How do you... Who the hell are you?"


    Milt was so surprised.


    A quarter of an hour ago, the man in front of him was still an old groom with white temples, slightly bent body and rough face. Now, the other party has become a blond, long hair, handsome face, wearing silver white armor and young knight.


    "This is not a good time to talk about this." said the knight, whose voice has changed into a teenager. "When the people in the castle find the body in the dungeon, they will start searching immediately and catch up here soon. If you don''t want to be happy in vain, hurry up."


    Milt turned to look at the horse responsible for pulling dung. He saw that all the harness had been prepared on the horse.


    He nodded, quickly turned on his horse, pulled the reins to the knight and asked, "where are we going?"


    "South!"