"Okay, it's good that the three of you are really not small now, it's time to do something for our northern border, and after the experience, father, I think this matter will be handed over to the three of them in Defoe!"

Dan turned to his father.

"Well, but I've also heard of the new generation of the Long family, Defoy, you three must be careful in everything!"

Meg reminded his three grandsons.

"Grandpa, don't worry, we will definitely handle this matter for you!"

Defoe said confidently.

Thus Meg's three grandsons began to investigate the matter.

......

Jason and his party finally came to Winterfell after groping all the way.

This city is nestled in the middle of the snow and ice.

After entering Winterfell, Jason realizes that this place is completely different from what he imagined.

Before he came, he thought this was a lower city in the middle of the ice and snow.

Unexpectedly, the scale of Winterfell is not only not small, but even almost comparable to the imperial city of Cadius, and the people in the city are all in a thriving state, not affected by their severe geographical environment in the slightest.

The spacious streets are full of hawkers and merchants from all over the world.

"I didn't expect the city built in this barren land to be so prosperous? I can't believe it! ”

Jason looked at the busy street and sighed.

"Of course, the north is the only place where the Extreme Cold Steel is produced, and the Extreme Cold Steel alone does not know how many merchants from all over the world have been attracted to do business here, and the prosperity here is destined to be."

Rick said to Jason.

Speaking of Arctic Steel, Jane suddenly remembered something, and immediately asked Jason, "By the way, what about your sword made of Arctic Steel?" Why haven't you used it? ”

"You mean my lion sword? I'm ashamed to say that I bought that sword in my father's name, and was broken by Morse a year ago, before I even went to your east coast, when I was fighting Morse. ”

Jason said, shaking his head helplessly.

That battle with Morse was the worst defeat Jason had ever experienced, not only was the lion hunt broken, but his left hand was also gone, and he was scattered with his companions.

"Well, it's okay, now you can use the dragon crystal to create a better weapon!"

Jane realized that she wanted to poke Jason's pain, and immediately changed the subject.

"Wait until I have the chance, now I'm used to fighting empty-handed."

Jason said to Jane with a smile.

It was nearly dusk, and Jason and the others had been running around all night for several days, and they were already sleepy, so they found a place to stay, thinking that after a day of rest, they were making further plans the next day.

Little did they know that by the time they woke up again, they were secretly wanted by the entire North.

The next morning, the four of them met in the restaurant under the hotel, and while they were chatting about what they were going to do next, Jason suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Did you find out? The way people around us look at us is very different. ”

Jason lowered his head and whispered a reminder to everyone.

Indeed, ever since the four of them sat down here, there had been a cautious look at them.

"I've noticed, too, why don't we get out of here! Just in case. ”

Rick said and stood up.

As soon as Jason and the others reached the door, they saw the three Defoe brothers, with two pairs of men and horses at opposite ends of the street, and surrounded the three of them.

"Stop, I'm Lord Dan Wolfe's son, Defoe Wolfe! Someone has accused the three of you of plundering and killing the strong men of a village in a village, and now please accept the identification of our witnesses honestly! ”

Defoe took out a simple portrait and compared it with the three of them, and found that the characteristics were similar, so he stopped Jason and the others, and asked his men to call his witnesses, who were also the old men who had entertained Jason and the others in that village that day.

"It's over, it seems that we have to be exposed now!"

When Jason saw the old man, his heart was cold, and he knew that he was probably going to start fighting now.

"Afraid of what? Just these little minions still want to arrest us? Are you kidding! ”

Fred said with a look of disdain.

The old man glanced at Jason, and before the old man could speak, Jason grinned at the old man and said, "Uncle, it's us!" ”

Jason didn't bother to be identified anymore, so he admitted it directly!

"Then you admit that you are the one who killed the strong man in that village?"

Defoe quickly motioned for the old man to leave, and confronted Jason with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"We killed it! What can you do with us? ”

Fred, who has been bullied by Jason for too long, finally has a chance to vent properly, and naturally he will not waste this opportunity.

"Cang~!"

Defoe drew his sword, pointed at Jason and them, and said with a righteous face, "Who are you?" Why kill the civilians of that village? Say! ”

"You want to know? Then you'll win first, grandpa! ”

Fred came to the front and said as he moved his wrist.

"You're so daring! How dare you talk to Lord Defoe like that! Let me teach you a good lesson! ”

One of Defoe's subordinates, hearing that Fred dared to call himself Grandpa to Defoe, angrily pulled out his sword and rushed towards Fred!

"You still want to teach me a lesson? Get out of the way, let me do this battle! ”

Fred ignored Defoe's men who were rushing towards him, turned around, and said to Jason behind him.

Receiving such contempt, Defoe's men instantly couldn't bear it anymore, gritted their teeth, used all their strength, and slashed at Fred with a sword.

Fred didn't look back, injected anger into his feet, raised his foot, and kicked Defoe's men directly into the cannonball, crashed into the building across the street, fell heavily to the ground, and passed out directly.

"Ugh! S-Class ......"

Defoe, who was relatively close to the scene, saw that the anger that Fred had just used was black and red, and immediately concluded that Fred was an S-class anger master.

It's definitely not going to be easy to deal with, and I can't help but have small beads of sweat on my forehead.

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you, let's go to breakfast!"