Ryan's grumbling was interrupted by the sound of hurried horses' hooves.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen knights surrounded them. At the head was a young knight, his purple hair curled outwards like a brim, and the front was raised high. The handsome face, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the gestures reveal a trace of elegance, and the bearing on the horse is so extraordinary. A silver-white light armor sets off him like a prince charming in a girl's mind.

Before Ryan could speak, the young knight raised the long sword in his hand and said with an expressionless face, "I am Frode, the captain of the knight's hall, and I am ordered to arrest those involved in the robbery of the auction hall of the Chamber of Commerce, put down your weapons, repent for your deeds, and maybe get a chance to forgive, otherwise destruction will be your only fate." ”

Ryan suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, he knew that there would be trouble when his whereabouts were exposed, but he didn't expect that it was the knight's hall who caught him. This group of guys who are full of chivalry, who uphold justice, guard peace, and dedicate themselves to the country at every turn are all tendons. It's absolutely useless to communicate with them, they will follow through on one thing when they recognize it.

"I'm afraid Your Excellency has found the wrong person, it wasn't that we attacked the auction house, I even left the auction house early, we have nothing to do with the attackers, I just ......" Although Ryan thinks that the explanation can't make these tenacious guys let them go so easily, but a proper defense is conducive to correcting their position, but, in the end, Ryan doesn't know how to speak. It can't be said that he stole the potion from the attackers, and then it was taken back by the auctioneers, and finally it was pocketed by himself.

"Hmph, I'm not old, but I'm quite good at quibbling, don't you really think we don't know anything?" Frode said coldly, "The young lady who lost the potion has clearly identified your crimes, even if it was not you who attacked the auction house, but since the potion appeared on you, no matter what your purpose is, put down your weapons and go back with me, I will guarantee you a fair trial." ”

Frode gestured, and the twelve knights around him flashed their swords in unison, and the movements and sonorous sounds were all exerting pressure on Ryan and them. The scene suddenly became tense, and an invisible momentum permeated the surroundings.

"If you had taken the potion back from the attackers with good intentions, we wouldn't do anything to the two of you, and the auction house and the lady would have given you the rewards and rewards you deserved." Flot saw that Ryan looked like he wanted to say something, and said lightly, this is to give Ryan and them a step down. After all, the duty of the knight's hall is to protect, not kill.

His mentor, the chief knight of the knight's hall in McCaine City, had told him that a good knight could bring the other person to his knees without violence and blood, and that even if it was a knight of punishment, killing was only a means, not an end.

The original knight was not a profession, but a title, and the warriors with strong combat power declared their allegiance to the lords, and the lords rewarded these warriors, gave them land, and gave them wealth, which is the origin of knights.

Unlike the knights owned by the lord privately, the knights of the knight's hall are knights. The knight's hall was set up by the king, and the knights trained in it were loyal to the king and were the elite in the hands of the king. Assist the cities to maintain law and order, and at the same time, it is also an insurance, and the city guards are mutually restrictive. The low-end manpower is provided by the soldiers of the city guard, and the high-end combat power and command are assigned by the knights' palace.

Ryan didn't know what to do all of a sudden, did he just hand over the potion in his hand, but he was unwilling! Is my hard work tonight going to be in vain?

But if you don't hand over the potion, you will inevitably have a conflict with these knights, these knights are obviously not easy to match, all of them are imposing, just that squad leader Flod, Lane is not completely sure to deal with him. The improvement of martial arts also depends on the accumulation of time, although he has reached the level of a D-level mercenary, it is extremely difficult to improve further, otherwise the enhancement potion will not be able to attract so many people. Thinking of this, Ryan now hates the guy who exposed him very much.

Sword skills are certainly no match for knights who have been training since childhood, and even El is better than himself in terms of pure skill. Advantages, where are your own advantages?

Magic, as long as simple magic is used well, it is definitely not worse than those powerful magic, Jessica taught him a way to capture magical beasts, a simple floating magic circle, can make flying magical beasts restrained. It's even better than condensation, dungeons, these mid-level magic.

The body, the strong recovery ability, the body that has been tempered by the blood of the beast, the ability to resist the attack is much stronger than that of ordinary people, the injury is not dead, the death is not stiff, the ability that can only be seen in the monster can also be reflected in Ryan.

"Unfortunately, I don't want that." Ryan looked resolute, "I have to admit that I am tempted by the strengthening potion, but this does not go against my original intention, this is originally a stolen thing, and it is in my hands, and I don't want to hand it over." ”

"I understand that the potion is a continuation of the martial arts for a martial artist, if it were me, maybe it would be the same as you, after all, there is nothing comparable to the improvement of one's own strength." Surprisingly, Flot did not speak abusively, but expressed an attitude of understanding towards Ryan.

"If I take off this armor and put down my sword and shield, I will also join in the battle for the potion. However, I will not hurt the innocent and cause damage because of this. Froude said leisurely, his distracted eyes indicating that his thoughts had flown into the distance, as if thinking of something, and Floss's face suddenly became a little ugly.

"I didn't hurt anyone else." Ryan said slowly with a solemn face.

"Well, hand it over, and then come with me, maybe you can discuss with that beautiful young lady, what might be the turning point?" Froude began to persuade again.

"No, I don't." Ryan shook his head firmly, Ryan knew very well in his heart that the guy who could spend a lot of money to shoot the potion was either rich or expensive, and for such a person, Ryan always felt difficult to get along with. Not to mention why do people give the potions to themselves, and what do they get in exchange?

"I have been yearning for the knight's hall for a long time, and I don't know if I have the honor to be alone with you." Ryan thought about it, there was really nothing he could do, and it was better to take the initiative into his own hands.

Froude also saw Ryan's intentions, didn't he just want others to make a move? It just so happened that Flot was also a little impatient, as a knight, his daily training had already made him eager for a worthy opponent. At this point, Flot also wanted to see what was so powerful about this mercenary who looked a few years younger than himself.

"I know what you're thinking?" Froude smiled lightly, "You two go together, if you can defeat me, why don't you go?" ”

"Really." Ryan's eyes lit up, he just asked to talk to him, but he didn't expect this knight to really agree, compared to those treacherous mercenaries, these knights are so cute.

"Hmph, honesty is the code that every knight must follow." Flot was a little unhappy, if he didn't know that the purpose of this inspection was only to track down the whereabouts of the potion, which had nothing to do with the object he was protecting, he would not have agreed to the other party's request, and the other party also expressed distrust, which couldn't help but make him a little angry.

"I'm sorry." Ryan hurriedly apologized, he didn't want to provoke the other party to change his mind.

"Scattered guard" Flod, with a wave of both hands, the remaining twelve knights did not say a word of nonsense, without a trace of hesitation, simply scattered neatly, from far to nearly twelve knights, neatly sealed all the intersections, each knight with a solemn face, holding a long sword, lightly striking on the shield, they stood not only to isolate the surroundings, but also the stars and the moon surrounded the three of Lane in the middle, that kind of solemn look, not at all like treating prisoners, but more like holding a sacred duel.

Seeing this scene, not only Ryan, but even Al was a little moved, these knights were so disciplined and orderly that they had to secretly wipe a handful of sweat.

If these knights were to join forces, I am afraid that he and El would be captured alive in less than three rounds.

Elite, definitely elite.

Seeing this, Ryan no longer has a trace of luck, although two to one is not above board, but Ryan will never take the potion back to joke, not to mention that the potion also has a share of Al! Pedancy, vanity, these meaningless things are all thrown out of Lane's mind, as long as it does not go against nature, mercenaries have always been desperate to achieve their goals, trying to find ways to do so.

Bite!

Frode's sword struck the shield lightly, making a crisp sound, and Ping raised his sword to Ryan, signaling his opponent to attack first.

Ryan was not pretentious, and glanced at Al and rushed over one after another. Let a cavalry charge and give full play to his advantages, then Ryan really has no chance of winning at all, so Froud let Ryan take the lead, and Ryan also understands this.

Ryan jumped up lightly, and the blue light of the long sword in his hand loomed, mixed with a sharp momentum. Froude rode a war horse, which was condescending in himself, and he would definitely suffer a loss when he fought against him on the ground, so Ryan came up with a jump slash.

Clang.

Flot didn't look at Ryan, just raised the shield in his hand to steadily defuse Ryan's attack. With the other hand, an arc of light swept forward at random, and Al's illusory figure was suddenly forced out about two meters away from Flod.

In the confrontation between the sword and the shield, Ryan's wind slash always took advantage of it in the past, but now the sword blade brewing the wind blade slashed on Flaude's shield, which did not look too thick, and actually did not leave any traces, but shook Ryan's arm with a burst of pain. Ryan felt a strange power on the shield dissolve his wind blade, causing the power of the wind slash to be unleashed at all.

Ryan's longsword is only a one-handed sword, although some precious metals are added, it is still light and flexible, and it is not what he is good at when it comes to shields.

As soon as he blocked Ryan, Al was forced to come, and Flot moved. Urging the war horse, he bore the brunt of Ryan's findings. Turning around, his backhand was a sword, and he stabbed Ryan in the chest with great difficulty.