After crossing the border, Esher was never intercepted again, and he was able to cross the plains of Aywasod, under the jurisdiction of the Marquis of Clovis. It is a buffer zone between the northern frontier and the Cato steppes, and is the only grain producing area in Livingston outside of the Peninsula. It was only because the Catubs, who were good at guerrilla disturbances, were not very large, that the garrison, which consisted mainly of infantry and foot archers, could be well cared for.

However, until he walked out of the plains of Awasod, Eshy's left arm showed no signs of improving. Through the intense pain that rose and fell from time to time, Eshu could feel that the limb still had a strong and intact connection with the body, starting from the shoulder to the end of the fingers, every tendon was twisted to death, and the moment of catching the crossbow arrow was extremely tragic for a long time, and it was difficult for Eshua to penetrate the tense nerves with any thoughts that drove him. Although this injury was not life-threatening, it greatly damaged Esher's combat effectiveness. He is unable to draw a bow, and when he wields the wolf axe, he is affected by his unbalanced body. If there is another well-designed ambush circle ahead, the only thing that can help Ai Xiu get out of trouble is probably the burning field with strong foot power.

So Eshua strengthened his vigilance even further, forcing himself to stay awake day and night, and to keep an eye out for every pedestrian and caravan that passed by on the road. It was as if the pain in his left arm had made Eshu's mood extremely bad, and it also added a bit of gloom to his scrutinizing eyes. Occasionally, there would be some short-sighted path-cutting robbers who intercepted Estheu, and these people naturally became the targets of Eshy's anger, and the end was extremely miserable, and basically no one left a whole corpse.

The only thing that could give Eshu some relief was that the wild horses he had brought back from the Gato steppes were physically strong enough to withstand the bitter cold of the north. Whether it is an adult stallion or a developing foal, after crossing the frost bridge, there is no negative reaction when walking between the ice and snow, and even shows quite high emotions because of the new and unfamiliar environment. On his way to Poimbro, Esher and his herd of horses were extremely eye-catching. Even pedestrians who don't know anything about horses will be shocked by the extraordinary physique of Burnino. Although its wildness had been ravaged by Estheau, the occasional look of anticipation in his eyes could still startle the pack horses of the passing caravans. There is no shortage of businessmen who know the goods to inquire about Aixiu, and there is no shortage of people who want to buy and sell when they see that Aixiu's strength is weak.

Estheu did not resort to force, but moved out of Brochette. If so, it has been tried and tested to send a lot of people - those who do business near Poimpuru don't know who the name of the lord who governs this place is, but the name of the Grand Master of the Black Spear Knights must be like thunder, after all, not the Grand Master of any Knight Order is willing to rent his own Hu from the small group to the caravan as a guard at a low price comparable to that of the mercenaries in Silverlake Town.

But not everyone will be deterred by Brochette's name, especially when rumours spread like ripples. Two kilometres from Poinbrumo, Esciu was stopped by a group of people on the main road. The uniformly armored cavalry had a dark blue dragon claw coat of arms tattooed on their breastplates, but a closer look reveals that they were not carved patterns, but delicate appliqués.

"This is the horse that Brochette, the president of the Royal Academy, has booked." Eshu looked around, knowing that this battle was definitely not for him, and reflexively, the words that had been repeated several times rolled out of his lips mechanically, and at the same time, Eshy's hand had fallen to the handle of the axe at his waist without a trace.

"I know," the knight at the head interrupted Essho impatiently, wearing the dragon knight's signature covered helmet, and his face could not be seen, only a soaring tone wafting from it, "what does the old fellow want so many horses for, your three adult stallions, and this big one under your crotch, one ten thousand dinars." The remaining two females are sent to Poimbre. He groped for a muddy gold bar from his bosom and threw it at the foot of the burning field, "This right should be taken as a deposit, and the rest will be owed first." I'll write you an IOU, and then you go to Ryan's Dragon Knight Quarters and report my name to the Director to get the money. He finished speaking in a thick accented lingua franca, and with a gesture, several horsemen stepped forward, as if to forcibly take the horses.

Eshua didn't know how to react for a while, it was the first time he had seen such a noble child. This person's temperament, conversation, and this kind of behavior of blocking the way and forcing buying and selling are too vulgar, and I think some copies of this person can probably be found in any knight. If he could, of course, Eshu would not want to ignore the entanglement of this noble kid and find a way to leave. But the problem is that although it is easy for Essho to stand out and surround alone, the five wild horses behind him are bound to fall into the hands of the other party, which is a consequence that Essho can never accept. He was also counting on the five wild horses to make a fortune from Brochette.

Then it seems that the only option left is a head-on conflict, but the other party seems to have the background of the Dragon Knights, so it is difficult for Esher to guarantee that if the two sides clash, in the face of these seemingly well-trained heavy cavalry, with the injury on his left arm, it is more difficult to refrain from keeping his hand, and it is difficult to be sure that he will not miss and kill one or two. At that point, I am afraid that there will be an extremely complex chain reaction.

Or...... Kill them all right here - no, we have to find a way to lure them off the beaten path, with no witnesses and no survivors. Essor looked coldly at the cavalrymen approaching him, his fingers jumping on the hilt of the axe. At this time, the labor pain in his left arm began to attack again, and Eshu clenched the handle of the axe in irritability, and was about to pull it out and open the skull of the nearest man—

"Welcome back to the north, Baron Baranduk," another group of cavalry roared, three black spears staggered on their breastplates, knightly coats of arms. The knight at the head took the lead, directly breaking through the encirclement, and did not restrain his horse until Eshua approached, and then saluted Eshua respectfully on the horse's back. The knight took off his helmet, revealing a face that made Eshu's affection even more remarkable—it was Brochette's right and left hand, Captain Dahar, the acting head of the Order of the Black Spear.

"How do you know I'm here?" Eshu breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the wolf axe.

Dahar first threw an amazed glance at the Burning Field: "Walking on this steed on the snowfield, the rumors have already swept through Boimbru like the wind. The dean thought it should be you, so he sent me along the road to meet you. Of course," Captain Dahal smiled at Gastov, "and the Dean asked me to help Viscount Gastov and ask why you left the academy without permission. As an exchange non-commissioned officer of the Dragon Knight Academy, it is difficult to convince the public with such an example. ”

"Dahal, you don't mind my business." Gastov said with a bad attitude. He waved his hand and motioned for his guards to withdraw, then looked at Estheu and raised his chin. "It turns out that you are the baron who ascended to the throne by killing the barbarians of the Misty Mountains, so you should salute me. There are also etiquette classes at the Royal Academy, which can teach you how to wag your tail beautifully. Dahar has set an example for you before, and you have to learn from him. ”

"Really?" Eshu's face was expressionless, "It turned out to be Lord Viscount Gastov, disrespectful and disrespectful, I thought it was a snowfield bandit disguised as a servant of the Knights, and he almost killed you and your entourage." Captain Dahar saved your life in some way, do you want to wag your tail at him too? ”

"Hah!" Gastov laughed exaggeratedly, "The Royal Academy should send you a stone bead for telling jokes." He had already turned his horse's head, but after hearing Eshy's response, he turned around and stopped Essho, "But even if it's a joke, I won't ignore the accusations and threats in it." Apologies, Baranduk. ”

"What if I don't?"

"Then come with me to Ryan and talk about it in the Lord's Court." "Baranduk," said Gastov, "you accuse a viscount of being a robber and have spoken out of your intention to kill him. I think you'll break the record for the fastest knighthood in Pande's history. ”

"Why go to Ryan?" Captain Dahal said, "There is also a court of lords in Poynbru. ”

"Because he's threatening the Viscount of Ryan, not the Viscount of Boimbure." Gastov said.

"But this belongs to Boynbru, and according to Livingston's law, if you want to charge Baron Barranduke with any of the above crimes, you need to submit them to the Court of Lordship of Boinbru." Captain Dahar said, making a gesture, and the Black Spear Knight immediately stepped forward, "And please don't forget that your main identity is now a cadet of the Royal Academy, I think Duke Alexis has already told you." ”

"Heh......" Gastov sneered indifferently, "and I am touched by the love of Broschette's dogs. Forget it, there's no point in arguing with you here. Let's go! He kicked his horse in the belly and drove away with his retinue in the direction of Boinbru.