In Tignets City, at the Free Bison Tavern, a long-haired man dressed in half-chainmail and wielding a Viking sword is confronting several county garrisons, and the drunken guests are constantly clamoring loudly. 77dus

It all started when two lustful mercenaries fought over a new "stunning" woman in the tavern. The result of the scramble was that the guy with the Viking sword stabbed another guy with a thick-backed machete to the ground, and the ragged mercenary on the ground didn't know if he was dead, and he didn't move until someone called the city patrol soldiers.

"Man, I advise you to put down your weapons and follow us back to the town hall, and the sheriff will give you a fair ruling." The junior officer who looked like the captain of the city patrol stretched out his broadsword in his hand and aimed it at the mercenary who had been stabbed in the face, and the three county soldiers beside the junior officer also pointed their short spears straight at him.

The long-haired mercenary held the Viking sword in his hand tighter, and replied in Burgundian with a slight Swabian accent: "It's this guy's weapon that strikes first, it's a fair duel between us, and you have no right to arrest me."

"No, lie~"

"Capture him!"

"Cut him!"

"Beheaded!"

It's never a big deal to watch the excitement, not to mention that the guy who is surrounded is still a damn Schwabian, so these drunkards who are already drunk take advantage of the strength of the wine to coax blindly.

The captain of the city patrol who had planned to calm down the situation could not get off the stage in the face of the noisy drinkers. Such private duels were staged every day, and if they were to take care of everything, I am afraid that the entire county soldiers of Tignets would not have to do anything else.

But it's impossible to just leave.

Just as the captain of the city patrol was about to order his soldiers to rush forward and attack the mercenaries, Art, who had just met the viscount and several barons of the Eastern Legion in the city, broke into the tavern with Otto and Angus.

The "flames of war" that were about to ignite were frozen in an instant, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the three Yater.

Art glanced at the two waves of people facing each other in the store, and then at the onlookers, and suddenly understood what was happening.

He ignored the crowd's gaze and walked unconcernedly to the shopkeeper behind the wine cabinet.

"Dig, prepare us a lunch, we'll eat here. In addition, arrange a room in the evening, prepare a table of delicious food, remember to prepare a few barrels of wine, the wine must be produced by a fine wine producing estate in the Duchy of Burgundy, and I will have a banquet for the distinguished guests in the evening. ”

Digger is nervous about the chaos in the store, and doesn't want Art to suddenly show up.

"Big~Lord, why are you here~ here?" Digger, who had always been shrewd and kind of words, stuttered a little when he spoke.

"Oh, I was recruited by the court to join the Eastern Legion to fight south in Provence." Art replied simply.

"My lord, look at this~ There was an accident in the store today, I'm afraid I can't do it for you~" Digge signaled the tense confrontation in the store.

Art turned his head to look at the two waves of people on the other side who were drawing their swords opposite each other, and nodded in understanding. Then he took off the knight's sword at his waist, and casually walked between the two waves of people and used the scabbard to unsheath the weapons of both sides, "I'm Atwood Wells, you all lay down your weapons." ”

The little county soldier glared at Yat and scolded fiercely: "Where is the drunkard, the county soldier captures the murderer, how can it be your turn to be tongue-in-cheek."

The little officer on the side didn't have time to stop the little soldier at all, but when he saw Art staring at the little soldier, he hurriedly stepped forward to apologize, "Lord Border Patrol, this guy doesn't know you, please forgive him for his offense." As he spoke, the little officer kicked away the little soldier who had spoken out just now, and bowed deeply to Art in apology.

Art took his eyes off the little soldier and looked at the little officer in front of him, feeling that the guy in front of him was a little familiar, but he couldn't name him.

"What's going on here?"

"Border Ranger, that mercenary killed another unlucky fellow, and we are about to arrest him and hand him over to the Sheriff for interrogation and punishment."

After hearing this, Art ignored the petty officer, walked straight up to the long-haired mercenary, looked up and down, and asked, "What's your name?"

The long-haired mercenary knew that the person in front of him must be a nobleman, and if he was lucky, he might be able to save his life, so he squeezed out an ugly smile and replied respectfully, "My lord, my name is Triduok. Feng. Hohenzollern. ”

Art looked up at the guy in front of him in surprise, "What did you say your last name was?" ”

"Hohenzollern~" The long-haired mercenary named Triduok was used to being amazed by his resounding surname.

"You're from House Hohenzollern." Art was intrigued.

"This~ barely counts. I am the second son of a small aristocratic family with no right of inheritance, and perhaps by the time my son is my son I will not have the opportunity to take on the surname Hohenzollern. There was no pride in his last name in Tridok's tone.

Art heard the sour meaning in the mercenary's mouth, so he stopped talking about the surname, and instead pointed to the unlucky guy with blood on the ground, "You did this?" ”

Triduok glanced at the guy on the ground, and replied in a helpless whisper, "My lord, I didn't want to kill him, it was this guy who drew the knife first." ”

Art looked at the mercenary's skeleton, and then at the posture in which he held his sword, he was an excellent warrior.

"Do you want to live?" Art asked in a low voice.

Triduok nodded without hesitation and lowered his Viking sword.

"Then do as I say." Art whispered, turning his head to look at Otto and Angus behind him, and the two nodded in understanding.

"You two, go see if that guy is dead?" Art shouted.

"Yes, sir."

Angus strode over to the creature lying on the ground, leaned over and sniffed, but there was no breath in or out.

Angus glanced up at Art and replied loudly, "My lord, the man is not dead, and there is a faint breath." ”

The county soldier who was kicked away by the junior officer just now wanted to come forward to take a look, but was blocked by Otto who came over.

"My lord, since the man is not dead, let's hurry back to the camp and let the healer treat him!" Otto asks for Art's life.

"Well, it's good that people aren't dead."

"Dig, tell a few guys in the shop to send the injured unlucky ghost to the barracks outside the city for treatment, and I will pay for the wounded medicine." Art instructed the innkeeper.

"Ahh Uh-huh, it's an adult, right away. Digg replied quickly, and then beckoned the two bartenders in the shop to follow Otto and carry the already stiff "wounded" to escape from the crowded tavern.

After Otto disappeared with the figure of the "wounded", Art withdrew his gaze to the shop, pointed to Triduok behind him and said to the junior officer: "Since the person is not dead, this mercenary does not have to go back to the security team with you, right?"

"This~Lord Patrol Officer~ but he~" The little officer didn't know what to do.

Art patted the little officer on the shoulder and said, "If the person is not dead, I will also treat it." I won't let go of this hurtful guy, I'll let him be punished, don't worry. ”

The people on the ground have been carried away and do not know whether they are alive or dead, and the other party is a lord with a higher rank than himself, and the petty officer who patrols the city does not dare to raise objections, and respectfully replied: "Since the Lord Patrol Officer is willing to work tirelessly to personally deal with this small dispute between drunkards, we will obey the order." With that, the petty officer put away his weapons and moved out of the way.

"Sergeant Major, take this wounded guy back to the camp and ask for severe punishment."

Angus pretended to grab Tridok's hand and "escorted" him out of the hotel under the strange eyes of everyone.

After the "wounder" was also escorted away, Art walked to the wine cabinet and said to the shopkeeper Dig: "Forget it, I won't eat here at noon, you remember the dinner."

Art glanced at the soldiers who were still standing awkwardly on the side, and then instructed Dig: "These county soldiers have worked hard, prepare a delicious meal and wine for them, and the money will be mine."

The captain of the city patrol hurriedly stepped forward to thank him.

"Alright, I still have to go back to the barracks, you let everyone disperse."

"Yes! Border Inspector. The petty officer replied happily.

Art turned and walked out of the hotel, and behind him came the voice of the petty officer scolding the crowd to disperse......

A wave of unevenness has risen again and again.

Just as Art returned to the temporary military camp from Tignats with two troublemakers, his own military camp outside the city was also in chaos.

Ron was leading a dozen men of the 4th Squadron to confront an army of unknown origin, and Bass and Lusignnan were also leading their soldiers to defend on one side.

The number of troops confronting Ron was less than twenty people, except for a few who had half-body chain mail and leather armor, most of the rest only had an iron round helmet and a set of robes and straps that were barely uniformly shaped.

"This place is occupied by us first, we have set up a camp, and we have an order in our army to camp in the wilderness, and no one is allowed to approach within twenty steps of the camp." Ron approached the other party with his broadsword, he just didn't want to let unknown people be stationed around him.

The small leader of the other party is not good at stubble, and he raises his sword to cut Ron's broad >>

Jian, replied fiercely: "We are also an army recruited by the palace, and there are not many suitable places outside the city to camp now, so why can't we camp next to your camp?" How can there be such a domineering person! I warn you, man, that my lord is a knight of the palace guard, and if he comes back from the city in a moment and knows that you are driving us like pigs and dogs, watch your head. ”

"Young TM scares people with the title, my lord is also a knight of the palace guard~" Ron paused, feeling that something was wrong.

"What did you just say? Your lord is also a knight of the palace guard? Ron asked in surprise as he lowered his broadsword.

"Who is your lord?" The two asked in unison.

"Atwood Wells David. Sir Patrick! The two spoke in unison again.

"I've heard my lord mention Sir Art."

"I've seen Sir David myself!"

"Haha! It turned out to be Sir Art's army. The guy with the knife completely dropped his weapon.

"If you say it's Sir David's army at the beginning, I won't be offended!" Ron also withdrew his broadsword and touched his head awkwardly.

"Okay, then we~"

"Then you will camp next to us, and I will explain it to my lord." Ron was very generous, completely devoid of the aggressiveness he had just had.

"Then thank you brother, I will definitely convey your generosity to my family~"

"Haha!" The two of them burst into laughter again......

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