"Don't you know that this city of Conyounis is the real frontier fortress city of the Empire, and our Berkeley City is not a city at all, and even those of us who live here are not citizens of the Empire!" After glancing at Kreeser with an idiotic gaze, Lucas, the goblin, said slowly and helplessly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I see, I've never heard of such a thing about Berkeley!" Krezer scratched his head a little embarrassed, and then he turned his gaze to the city gate.

Staring at the city gate, which had recovered its calm from the momentary chaos, Kratzer did not rush forward as recklessly as the people around him, instead, he reached out and patted the shoulders of the two people around him, tilted his head to one side, and motioned for them to step back a little bit, avoiding the excited crowd.

"What's going on, Krezer!" The dwarf Camosiddo looked at the former in confusion, he couldn't understand why the former would do this, because just by passing through the nearby gates, it was easier to find a comfortable place to spend the night in the city in front of him, than to stay outside the cold wilderness and face the unknown dangers of the night.

"Look there!" said Kraser, pointing to the city gate with his hand.

And at this moment, with the dull sound of horses' hooves, a group of up to a dozen people, wearing black armor, and shrouded in armor, appeared at the city gate in a menacing manner.

Looking at this group of uninvited guests who suddenly appeared, the fleeing crowd involuntarily and slowly retreated, and they didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere, for fear of attracting the attention of this group of cavalry.

I saw that the leader of this group of knights first looked around, and then, with a slight clamp of his legs, the war horse that sat down on the divine horse took a slow step obediently and leaned towards the middle-aged man who claimed to be the head of the city.

Tick! Tick!

The elaborate horseshoe stepped on the bluestone slab at the city gate, making a crisp sound of horses' hooves, as if with magical power, stepping on the hearts of the excited refugees, causing everyone's angry arms to stop involuntarily.

And as early as when this group of imposing knights appeared, the arrogant and domineering city supervisor had already closed his mouth to talk, half-squinted his small eyes, and stood at the table with his hands behind his back with a solemn expression.

The group of equally heavily armed guards beside him stepped forward after he stood up, and the palms of the weapons were covered with fine sweat, and they were protected behind them in a standard battle formation as if they were facing a great enemy.

Look at the team of knights who suddenly appeared, and then look at the steward of the City Lord's Mansion who was arrogant just now, but now he is as cautious as a great enemy, even those who are not smart can see that there is something wrong with this. It was the tension between the two groups that made the refugees gathered in front of the city gate involuntarily vacate a large space for them.

It was precisely after seeing this scene that Krazer pressed the dwarf Carmosido's shoulder, signaling the latter not to act rashly, and chose to stay where he was and wait and see how things unfolded.

As if he didn't see the appearance of the guards as if he was facing a great enemy, the knight leader shrouded in armor drove his horse like an arm, slowly stopped at the table, and looked down condescendingly at the steward of the city lord's mansion hiding among the guards, and the full-covered knight's helmet only showed his eyes, making it impossible to see his true expression.

As if he couldn't stand this oppressive atmosphere, the steward of the City Lord's Mansion, who was hiding in the center of the guards, squinted a group of triangular eyes and asked loudly. "What are you going to do, Fassbinder?"

"Huh!"

However, in the face of the question of the steward of the City Lord's Mansion, the knight sitting on horseback did not make any movement, only a chuckle came from his helmet, as if he had heard something interesting.

As if annoyed and angry, the steward of the City Lord's Mansion, who was hiding behind the guards, pushed away the guards who were blocking him, and asked with a red face. "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

Listening to the duck-like questioning of the steward of the City Lord's Mansion, the knight sitting on the war horse still did not dismount, he stepped on the table with one foot, took off his helmet with one hand, and looked at the former with a smile showing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

"Pip, that master of yours is really a more greedy guy than a dragon, and he doesn't miss any opportunity to make money, as the lord of the dignified Conyounis City, he still cares about this little money, blatantly set up another checkpoint, and charges an additional entry tax, believe it or not, I will split your table now?"

When the steward of the City Lord's Mansion saw the former putting on a look of asking for guilt, he immediately smiled, and saw that he straightened his collar without hesitation, and proudly raised his head like a bald rooster and took a step forward.

"Hehe, this matter of taxation is not within the scope of your garrison legion's responsibility, increasing taxes is the right of the City Lord's Mansion of Conyounis, and the city lord naturally has the right to raise some taxes necessary in extraordinary times, and this situation is a reasonable thing at the moment!"

"Ahem... Spit ...!"

The black-armored knight led by him spat fiercely at the former, and the white sputum accurately grazed the tip of the former's nose and fell to the ground.

"Don't tell me anything about my duties, I don't understand! I'm only going to give you ten breaths to get this damn table off, or hehe, hehe, you're going to have to ask my fist if I say yes!"

"You...!"

When the steward of the City Lord's Mansion who seemed to have won a battle heard this, his body suddenly froze, and his throat kept making a ho-ho sound, obviously he didn't expect the latter to say such an unreasonable sentence, so that a large number of rebuttals he had prepared were swallowed back into his stomach.

This is a typical show talent encountering soldiers, and you can't tell if it's reasonable.

"I warn you, Fassbinder, don't mess around!"

"Eight!" In the face of the former's intimidation, the black-armored knight led by him just spit out a number firmly.

"I can tell you, if you dare to do it, you can't afford the consequences!"

"Seven!"

"Bastard, have you forgotten the last time you were locked up!"

"Six!"

"Damn, do you really want to provoke a conflict between the Garrison Legion and the City Lord's Mansion?"

"Five!"

"Hmph, okay, good, this is what you forced me, you damn bastard, don't think that only you knights have swords, and our city lord's mansion is not easy to mess with!"

"Four!"

"Ready, draw your sword!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

Woo! Woo! Woo!

However, at this moment, a short and long horn sound came from above the towering city wall, which immediately interrupted the tense confrontation between the two groups.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Lord Fassbinder, Look there!"

A soldier in red hard leather armor with an anxious face flashed on the high city wall, and he leaned out half of his body, pointing his finger in the direction of Berkeley City in the distance, while shouting loudly to the black-armored knight who drew his knight's sword, and a horn with the length of a small arm hung on his chest, and the sound of the short and long horn just now came from here.

"Huh?"

Hearing this, the Knight Chief Fassbinder, who had already drawn his knight's sword, was stunned for a moment, and then he turned his head to look in the direction pointed by the people at the head of the city. Looking back, the scene suddenly made him break out in a cold sweat, and the knight's long sword, which was about to make a slashing motion, suddenly froze there.

Because at this moment, just above the smoke-filled city of Berkeley, there are two seemingly small black objects floating, which look like two huge cicada chrysalis suspended in mid-air from a distance.

"Damn the Deshalhinus!"

"All of them, follow me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand pulled the reins hard, and the horse that sat down shot out like an arrow from Xuan, and rushed straight into the chaotic crowd, and suddenly the chaotic crowd hurriedly made way for it to make a narrow passage, and at the sound of the roaring horses' hooves, the imposing knights rushed to the smoke-filled Berkeley City under the leadership of the former.

Looking back at the two huge objects suspended above the smoke-billowing city of Berkeley, the tall Krazer could see more clearly than the others, and he couldn't help but wonder what the origin of these two things was, because from the faces of the two groups of people arguing at the city gate, it was not difficult to see how afraid they were of these two objects that suddenly appeared.

Looking back at the two huge objects suspended in the air, and seeing the curious expression on Krezer's face, the dwarf Camoshi took the initiative to speak. "It's the airship of the Deshaleshinu, once the proud pride of the goblins!"

After saying this sentence angrily, Camosiddo glanced at Lucas, the goblin beside him, with a complicated expression.

For the latter also looked at the two huge objects suspended above the city of Berkeley, his hands as thin as chicken claws clenched into fists, without a trace of blood, and his short and thin body was trembling uncontrollably, unaware that the thunderous sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer.

At this moment, a big hand suddenly appeared in front of the latter, flicked it hard, and easily pushed the latter aside.

And at this moment, a huge black shadow roared past with a thunderous sound, and the speed did not decrease in the slightest step over the place where the goblin Lucas was standing just now, looking at its back, it was the arrogant black-armored knight just now, that is, the Knight Captain Fassbinder.

It was only at this point that the delirious goblin Lucas came back to his senses, his legs were weak, and he sat down on the ground, knowing very well that if it wasn't for Krazer reaching out to push him aside, he would definitely be dying.

And the grim knight in black armor would have galloped away without the slightest hesitation or guilt, all because of his origin, because he was a goblin, a race of rank lower than the lowliest slaves.

"Thanks... Thank you!"

Lucas, the goblin who was paralyzed on the ground, looked at Kraser with a complicated expression, and thanked him in a very low voice, as if it took a lot of courage for these two words to come out of his mouth.

Krazier, who stretched out his hand to pull Lucas the goblin away from death, did not hear the former's thanks, and his gaze remained fixed on the black-armored knight who was galloping away.

Because the former drove away the city governor who took advantage of the fire to rob the house and strive for some convenience for the refugees, a trace of goodwill suddenly disappeared without a trace after the scene just now.

He didn't understand why the kind people who were still seeking some welfare for the refugees just now, why they did the kind thing just now, was it just because of Lucas's background!

Just as Kratzer frowned at this, a clean, but slightly pale hand reached out to him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Well, it's you! you're the owner of the bar!" Krizer came back to his senses as he looked in the direction of his hand, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the owner of the hand was the owner of the bar where they had stayed.

At this moment, he was also mixed in with the crowd of refugees, although his clothes were neat compared to the people fleeing around him, but compared to the meticulously dressed appearance of the one in Krezer's impression, it was really much worse.

"Haha! I didn't expect you to remember me! I was still thinking about whether to say hello to you just now, after all, you and I only knew each other for that night!" Seeing that Kratzer still remembered himself, the owner of the bar laughed, pushed aside the people around him, and squeezed in front of the former with great effort, a relieved smile appeared on his tired face, as if he had seen a long-lost relative. "Well, you're not hurt, are you?"

"Hurt? I don't know what to call you?" Glazing at the elder-like bar owner, but not knowing the name of the former himself, Krazer scratched his head in embarrassment.

"White Rossini, you can call me Old White!" replied as he waved to someone behind him.

"My name is Krezer, Krazer Sherlock, this is my friend, the dwarf Camosido, and this is...!" Krazer introduced himself.

"Mira, Mira, come over here, come here!"

But when he finished introducing the dwarf Carmocido, it was Lucas's turn to introduce the goblin, but he found that the latter's attention had been completely distracted, obviously he had something else, which couldn't help but make Kraser curiously follow the latter's actions, it turned out that in the chaotic crowd, there was a slender figure, trying to squeeze here.