Gastov slowly put away the smile on his face: "Watch your words, Baron. ”

"Then watch your manners, Viscount." Step by step, Eschu approached Gastov, "Since you have Alexis in your surname, act like an Alexis and not an adopted Sheborn. ”

Gastov took a step back, a flash of imperceptible trepidation in his eyes. He looked at Brochette: "Your Excellency the Arbitrator, you have seen this man violently resisting the law, attacking my guards and humiliating me and my family with his words. ”

"Me? I didn't see anything. Brochette replied indifferently, and his next words made Gastov's expression change even more: "Baron, I will give you thirty seconds, during which everything you do will be regarded as justified defense, just don't kill or maim you." ”

"Too short, a minute."

"Then in addition to the stallion agreed before, you can stick another mare to me."

"Deal." Estheu's words went out at the same time as his fist. However, Gastoff was not a bully aristocrat, he had already made a blocking gesture when Eschu swung his fist, and even tried to grab Eschu's injured arm with a backhand, and at that moment he showed a level of fighting that was equivalent to that of a highly trained and experienced dragon knight.

But if you want to intercept Eshy's fist, the level of the dragon knight is far from enough. Gastov's hastily staging stance was easily blown away by Estheu's heavy punches, and even the whole person was knocked over in the snow. He reacted shrewdly, knowing that Essho only had a minute to clean him up, and just wanted to roll on the spot to open up the distance, but his limbs were dragged down by the heavy armor, and he was kicked over by Eshu halfway through and stepped on his chest. Gastov knew that he would definitely be beaten up next, but he didn't want to show weakness, raised his head and glared at Eshu fiercely: "If you kind of you'll beat me to death!" You-"

He couldn't continue, for Estheu's fist had smashed into his nose, and the nosebleed poured into his mouth and poured the filthy epithion into Gastov's throat along with the cry of pain.

A sea of vertigo hit him, and Gastov thought his features had been misplaced under the blow, and tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes - not because of Gastrov's intentions, tears meant weakness, it meant submission, but the instinctive reaction of his body was not controlled by his pride. "Yes!" Gastov wept and snorted inarticulately, "The fist is hard enough, it's a good - dog!" No wonder Bro Shet is willing to take care of you! ”

"Thank you." Eshu replied coldly, "Your mouth is also hard. This is from the bottom of my heart. Escho was able to interrupt Gastov with every punch, but the other party still relented to finish the whole sentence - of course, Escho was reserved, if he really wanted to exert himself, Gastov would not say cruel words, any syllable would be clogged by a mouth full of broken teeth before trying to reach his mouth through his vocal cords, but at the same time he was bound to become a concussive idiot.

However, Eschu did not have any pleasure of revenge, and instead of venting and easing his anger for a long time because of the punches and kicks he gave to Gastov, he became more vigorous because of the opponent's tough attitude. Brochette had left little time left, and he had to be afraid and instigated against this noble kid of bad character, or he would not know how to be harassed and provoked in the future. But Gastov is not like Burning Wild, although he is a hopeless scoundrel, but after all, he grew up in the north, and his bones and temper are forged by the cold to death, and he will not easily succumb to the ravages of violence.

At this time, Gastov's entourage had already reacted, and it was impossible for them to sit idly by and watch their master being beaten by Eschu, and they all moved closer to each other. Brochette gave a look, and Dahar showed an embarrassed expression, but he didn't hesitate, and decisively instructed the Black Spear Knight to come forward and intercept. "Twenty seconds left!" After ruling out possible distractions, Brochette shouted at Estheu.

"Forget it, so be it." Eshyu lifted his foot and pushed aside Gastov, who was already in a semi-comatose state. He led the Burning Wild towards the city gate. He can't really slaughter Gastov, which will only lead to more trouble. Liang Zi, who had a fight with a viscount, and a deep blood feud with a duke, how to weigh the pros and cons, Ai Xiu knew it, but it was very unhappy after all.

"Dahar, you can go, you are responsible for the aftermath of the affairs on the Gastov side, if there are people on Ryan's side who ask, let them come to me." Brochette took off his cloak and stuffed it into Dahal, greeted Essho, and asked with a smile, "What, do you still feel like a fire?" But the time has come, and if you start to do it again, I won't be able to defend you for any valid reason - besides, the word 'cheap' will be refrained from saying it as much as possible in the future, even if Gastov and Frost are not related by blood, but after all, they are father and son in name, and even if the Duke of Ryan is too lazy to bother with you, there will always be someone who will find a way to please him. Don't let those people get in the way. ”

"I don't care." Eshu shrugged, "He looked for the stubble first." ”

"But your title is too low, your voice is too low—you may retort that your fists are hard enough, but I'm sure you should be aware that in the circles of the nobility, violence is often constrained by regulations, or you should have just shot Gastov, and then killed everyone who asked you for guilt—do you think it was possible?"

Essho was silent.

"Power is a compound word, authority and power. Authority comes first, power comes last. Baranduk, in the future, learned more about the way of dealing with nobles at the Royal Academy. ”

"What do you mean?" Esher glanced keenly at Brochette, "What do you mean by 'in the future at the Royal Academy'?" ”

"Every new lord in Ravenston needs to study for a period of time at the Royal Academy in Boynbru or the Dragon Knight Academy in Ryan. However, many of the young nobles of the North had already completed this process before they were ordained. But you became the lord of Ravenston as a foreign mercenary, so naturally you can't have the relevant experience. ”

"And that kind of rule?"

"Why, before you asked me to recommend you, had you read through and memorized the Complete Ravingston Code?" Brochette feigned surprise, "You don't have this ordinance in your shallow impression?" Do you need me to remind you exactly on what page? ”

"Gotta get it," Esher stopped Broschette in frustration, "how long will it take?" ”

"Look at your own efficiency. You only need to study a series of basic theoretical courses related to military and administration, and you can get out of the way when you finish it, and you don't even need to take an exam. Of course, if you are interested in attacking the academic ring and hanging a few stone beads, I will not stop you. Originally, you still need to train basic combat skills in the Knights, but you don't need to. But Gig said, you are welcome to go there as an instructor and beat up a few arrogant little cubs. ”

"I'm not cheap."

"Gig pays out of his own pocket, you negotiate with him, what's the matter with me?" The old man replied slyly, "Okay, what's the matter with that arm?" And the crossbows, don't tell me that the Gattus have now made ballistae for siege, and as long as they live in tents and bags and live on horseback, weapons of this size will never be able to circulate in the steppe. Your courage, skill, and recklessness are commendable, and there are people who dare to try to take them. ”

"It's more complicated." Eishu put it succinctly, "I was ambushed by a group of people of unknown origin at the border, and I hung up the lottery. I didn't have to pick it up because I could, but I had to pick it up because I couldn't dodge. I can't move my whole arm right now, what's not to do? ”

"Ambushed at the border?" Brochette froze for a moment, staring at Eshy's injured arm for a moment, then his gaze fell on the crossbow that was still clenched by Eshy. He put away his playful expression, and replaced it with a solemn mountain that had piled up briefly and quickly between his brows, and the subtle, fleeting change of that moment even Eshua had barely noticed.

"Let's see if we can cure it." Brochette whispered. Esthew thought he was going to start haggling over the medical bills, but Brochette didn't say anything, just motioned for Eschu to follow.