"Give me a reason why I won't kill you. James said, holding his sword in his right hand, glaring at Rolf.

"How do you know......" Rolf took a few steps back. "You can't get the letter delivered at this time......"

"Believe me, even if the people who ambushed New Garand were alive at this moment, the robbers of Kingsbridge would have killed them. He drew his sword. "Tell me, what the hell are you plotting?"

"No, no, no......" Rolf was sweating profusely and hurriedly explained. "I really...... Spare my life, I have a very rare ring here, I can give this to you, as long as you don't kill me......"

"Do you think I'm like that, if I don't kill you, more innocent adventurers will die in the future. James put his sword around his neck. "You only have one last chance to tell me what kind of organization the so-called Seven Houses is, and where is it?"

"Ahem...... Speak as you speak, and don't put your sword against my neck...... Okay, okay, I said, I said, little brother spare. Rolf paused, his gaze forever on James' steel longsword. "Qifang is a thief guild that has its eyeliner and bases in major cities. I'm one of them, but it's a bit of a special situation because I'm being hunted down......"

"You're really not a good thing. James narrowed his eyes. "As an impartial adventurer, I must eradicate this scourge once and for all. ”

Rolf gave him a suspicious look. "I don't think with your strength, you can't pose any threat to Qifang yet. ”

"You don't talk nonsense!" he leaned his sword forward. "Tell me if there are any other members of the Seven Chambers in Kingsbridge. ”

"I guess I'm the only one in it, and Seven Rooms doesn't have a base in Kingsbridge. But who can say for sure? If you go out on the street and pull out an ordinary person casually, you may be a thief in the seventh room. ”

"So where is your headquarters?"

"Ahem...... Our total ......"

"Hey, put down your sword!"

Before James could come to his senses, a black shadow pounced on him. Rolf quickly stepped back, a look of horror in his eyes.

"That's this kid!

"What?!" James said desperately trying to break out of the embrace of the man who had just pounced on him, then took a few steps back, held the sword in his hand, and frowned. "Who are you, what do you want to do?"

A large group of young men gathered around looked at each other and laughed.

"Yo he! This kid is still acting here. A flat-headed young man in the lead stepped forward and gave James a hard blow on the shoulder with his right hand. "Not only did you threaten this citizen with a sword, but you also fornicated with a robber. ”

"Huh!?"

If James wasn't strong, I'm afraid he would be pushed down by the man in front of him. The crowd's invective almost drowned him out, and Rolf was surrounded by a group of people with a puzzled expression, shushing and asking for warmth.

"What do you mean?" Flathead rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms. "You refuse to admit the crime you committed, do you?"

"I think you must be mistaken......"

"Mistake?!" Pingtou snorted coldly and waved his hand, leaving the crowd with a way. James looked up in the direction they had pointed out, his eyes growing in surprise. He clenched his sword once more, and said:

"Constance, are you alright?"

That's right, surrounded by everyone, it was Margaret and Constance mother and daughter. When Constance saw James, he panicked like a rabbit sees a wolf. She took a step back, then hugged her mother, pointed her finger at James, and said tremblingly, "That's him......"

"Ah?!" James looked confused, but a bad premonition was already surging in his heart.

"What else do you want to say?" said Pingtou with an arrogant face and his hands on his hips. Except for Rolf's bewildered face, everyone around him was angry and dissatisfied.

"That's you...... You've colluded with the robbers, you're ......"

"Okay sister, stop talking to this scumbag. The flathead turned and pointed a finger at James' stunned nose. "Complicity with robbers is a capital offense, and such people should simply be beheaded. Since you dare to be strong...... Hey, there's really no way to talk about his crimes, so why don't we beat him up now, and then throw him to the city hall for the sheriff to deal with!"

"Shoot him!"

"Shoot him!"

......

All around was the shouts of such fury. James only felt that his eyes were dark, as if someone had pushed him from the mouth. He glared at Constance, stumbling back a few steps before being pushed forward by the crowd.

"I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, I thought you were an honest adventurer. Margaret shook her head, also angry.

"You ......"

The corners of James' mouth twitched, and he raised his sword high, swinging it to scare off the group of civilians closest to him. The flat-headed young man in the lead pretended to say at this time:

"This kid is slashing people! This kid is slashing people!"

"I ......" James's hands trembled, his heart was mixed, and he didn't know whether he wanted to swing it out or take it back. Some threw vegetable leaves at him, some threw eggs at him, and some simply threw stones at him. Embarrassed, James hurriedly threw away his sword and was once again squeezed into a small place by the crowd.

"No...... There must be a mistake!" James reached out and said to Constance, "I saved you, do you remember? It was in that cell, I took a bunch of keys and unlocked you, and then you left, I thought you would remember......"

"No, I'm not mistaken...... You're the robber......" Constance shuddered again at the sight of James' eyes, and then hugged his mother's arm again.

"What else do you have to say, accept the judgment of society!" Flat Head swung a punch first, hitting James on the right side of the face. James staggered backwards a few steps, grabbed by several people behind him, and took turns punching up. He covered his face with his hands, squatted down, and tasted the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"You ......"

He felt the surging power in his body already wander on the surface of his skin, and he was almost about to burst out. In the midst of the cracks in the crowd, he saw a ray of light cast from the sky, which pierced through the obscurations of his limbs, and finally made him realize that this group of people was just ignorant civilians. They are neither robbers nor thieves, but their stupidity and ignorance have blinded them and caused them to degenerate into another unknown species.

The neighing of horses sounded in the noise of the crowd.

James, who was already bleeding from his head, felt that there were fewer and fewer attacks falling on him. He didn't dare to pick up his weapon and stand up to fight back, but held his head in his hands and slowly looked up.

A horse stood in front of him, and a man in a gray robe and white leggings, with a bow tie on his chest, looked at him in an aristocratic manner. Behind the man stood a line of heavily armed guards, all staring at him with fierce eyes.

"What's going on here?"

"Mr. Mayor, this man has fornicated with robbers, raped the people's daughters, and raised his sword to threaten the civilians. The crowd pushed Constance and Rolf to the front. Constance wept and explained James's alleged crime to the man in front of him, while Rolf looked at James without saying a word, as if he understood something.

"Is that true?" said the mayor.

"Yes...... I won't be unable to remember this face, he's a demon!" Constance pointed at James.

"I ...... Well, he did put his sword against my neck, but it wasn't that ......simple," Rolf stammered, but the mayor interrupted.

"Okay, I know all the details. The man rolled over and dismounted, raised his head and pointed his nostrils at the scarred James, and said, "I, the current mayor of Kingsbridge, Nebros, am going to execute you today for fornicating with robbers!"

James didn't speak, he had just suppressed the magic power that was about to explode in his body.

"Sinner, tell me your name now, and I may engrave it on Kingsbridge's pillar of shame. ”

"It's engraved in your merit book......

James staggered to his feet with his right hand on his knee. He recalls what the robber leader had said to him—that the robber boss had colluded with Kingsbridge's high-ranking officials, so that Kingsbridge would ignore the nearby bandits. He smiled at the thought of it.

"Why? dare to laugh in front of me, sinner!" Nebros heard what James had just said, his face turned blue and white, and he said in a majestic voice, "Since you don't want to tell us your name, it's fine, I'll cut off your head now to show everyone!"

"You have to figure it out," James stretched out his whitish right hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The dark shadow on the top half of his face faded away, revealing a pair of mocking eyes. "In Kingsbridge, I think you should know very well who is the robbers......

"You...... What do you mean?" Nebros contorted, drawing his sword. The sword also shone with a blue metallic sheen. Marcus, the alchemist of Ranka, once said to himself that there is a very expensive, very high-quality metal called blue steel, and it seems that this sword is made of the legendary blue steel. However, James did not spare time to appreciate the appearance of this sword, because once a sword is used by the wrong person, no matter how good the quality is, it will be mediocre.

James looked up completely.

"I mean it very clearly, do you need me to say it out loud?"

"You're a great sin!" Nebros blushed, raising his bluesteel sword above his head and swinging it down.

Everyone gasped.

"I see who dares!"

A shout of rage rang out.

Suddenly, all the residents of Kingsbridge thought of the roar that resounded in the sky that night. They turned their heads in unison and looked at the gray-haired old man standing at the back of the crowd with a look of horror.

"Who are you!?"

The guards drew their swords in unison, pointing the tips of their swords at the old man who had suddenly appeared.

"Isn't he the one who once defeated the Children of the Moonlight and saved the world......" a civilian whispered.

Seeing that all the swords were unsheathed and the cold light shone on his face, James looked at the old man again.

"Hmph, dare to ask who I am, and you deserve it!?" he spat on the ground, and the silver-white wooden staff in his right hand suddenly flashed with a strange blue light, like a beautiful aurora that can only appear in the polar regions.

"You ......"

Every time the old man took a step forward, there would be an extra frozen stone brick in his position. The sky suddenly changed color, the temperature in the vicinity dropped by at least thirty or forty degrees, and the originally hot summer day suddenly became unbearable. Almost all of them couldn't help but cover their bodies.

"Tell you my name now, you can hear it to me!" the old man slammed his staff to the ground, and everyone suddenly felt a cold wind like a knife blowing on their faces. "My name is Janod Sangru Armandis! I am a legendary mage who has single-handedly defeated thousands of fiery dragons - you can't afford to mess with me!"

At that moment, the whole of Kingsbridge had the coldest summer day. Many people had to put on winter clothes and clear the thick snow from front of their homes. James also firmly recognized what is true and what is hypocritical in the eyes of Giarnold. At the moment when the cold wind blew, he felt as if he understood something.