Booles's face has a kind of statuesque coldness, the vicissitudes of the past have left a ruthless line on his face, and his facial contours have a strong Ifa character, looking like a true nobleman with pure blood-

It is true that his ancestors used to be a member of the aristocracy, but since his grandfather's generation, the family that has undergone a great change has since been removed from the nobility, but fortunately, the family has defected to other nobles, and has barely maintained its former face.

The wind from the street blew the goose-yellow curtains, and the occasional commotion could be heard inside the simply decorated sheriff's office, and Boers frowned, and the two whiskers under his lips were slightly curled, and the deep nasolabial folds made his expression look extremely serious—

Or rather, gloomy.

His gaze swept over the boy to Ford, a farmer who fell to his knees—

The recollection of this annoying mud-legged niece, who was loved by the Baron's heart, and who was often rude to him during his stay in the manor, could not help but make him feel a little unhappy, and the strong smell of sweat on the frightened boy made him look disdainful, but for the sake of this being a dying man, he did not show any anger.

"Mr. Bulls, I—I suppose that although this little fellow has made a mistake, is the hanging a little too severe?"

Farmer Ford stumbled—the poor farmer seemed to understand his identity at this moment, and Bulls narrowed his eyes as he stared at the knees that were in close contact with the floor, and he tried to hide the change in his eyes.

Shameful untouchables still know how to fear.

Boers had already served the three masters of the Cardinal family, from Baron Cadino's father and brother to Fett Cardino himself, the three lords of Faun had always trusted him, and as his seniority grew, the butler Boers could already represent the Baron in part to some extent, at least, in Boers's mind.

He remembered the secret conversations he had occasionally heard in the past, which belonged only to nobles.

"Father, I'm worried if we raise taxes again...... Now there are many people who are dissatisfied, and the people in the tavern who talk about these things ......"

"Heh, are you afraid of those untouchables? My child, it seems that you do not know the untouchables, and at best they can only complain uselessly, and they have no power compared to the nobility. Strength! Do you know? The aristocracy may need the respect of the untouchables, but it is more important to make them understand that the law is a solid wall to protect the aristocratic class, and it is also a sword in the hand......"

"But, father, the code says that nobles' swords should be pointed at enemies and not commoners—"

"Enemies? It is the enemy who hinders our interests, including those who are arrogant and ignorant of the height of the earth, and if they are delusional, hehe, I will be happy to tell them that this is the rule set by the nobles, and those who break the rules, only the gallows is their destination. ”

……

The rules cannot be broken.

Aristocrats are not born hard-hearted, but they will not hesitate to draw their sword when someone tries to provoke or break the written or unwritten rules - the face or words of the lord in the local realm are often a more important thing than the Elante Code.

This is the reality of the Kingdom.

After experiencing an invasion of the undead, the security in the town of Faun has not been very good recently, even if Baron Cardinor's butler Bulls did not pay special attention to these things, but he often heard of stealing chickens and dogs, picking quarrels and provoking trouble-

What's more, there was an unknown boy who ran to the Baron's manor to commit theft.

Although a few sacks of flour were worthless, it did not affect Boole's decision - Baron Cardinor led his knights out of the town of Faun, and within the territory, he had temporarily become the highest status and status.

The boy was supposed to be sent to the gallows to warn those who were about to make a move.

This is the penalty ruling of Booles.

"Mr. Boers......"

Farmer Ford glanced at the pale, dumbfounded boy, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something—but he saw the figure slowly step away and walk in front of the two "Mr. Knights."

"Mercenary, the gallows is in the square east of the town, I hope you will be executed immediately."

His expression was indifferent, but his eyes were unquestionable.

"I refuse!"

When he heard the word "hanging", the boy called "Little Raphael" finally understood what was about to happen, and in the face of death, he was so frightened that he shed tears and looked up at the "knight" beside him-

The silent gaze seemed to have a special magic, and Scott turned his head, his gaze meeting the boy's.

Oliver shouted, "I refuse." ”。

"Mercenaries, I hope you know who you are and what you do."

"Mr. Boers, the fact that Raphael the Younger stole flour is not sufficient to sentence him to death by hanging, according to the Kingdom Code."

"Huh? Are you voicing your objections? ”

Scott's voice was calm, but Bulls's face suddenly became serious, and his slightly squinting gaze stared at Scott's face, and there was no politeness in his tone—

He remembered the situation when he first met this mercenary group, the young man who always smiled faintly was the leader of these people, although that kid was very strong, but the other party's mountain people were from a mountain background, and he should never be treated so favorably by the baron.

Mountain people?

They should belong to the lush countryside and vast fields of Nogo, and they should spend their days digging in the fields with their hoes, instead of running in front of the nobles to show off.

Bulls snorted coldly from his nostrils, but Scott didn't answer, he turned around and prepared to leave the room - the two lowly mercenaries didn't seem to obey his orders, and he restrained the anger in his heart and decided to mobilize some men from the manor to carry out the matter.

Although the baron took away his knights, there were still many guards and servants in the manor.

His back quickly disappeared into the hallway outside the room.

Oliver gritted his teeth and withdrew his gaze-

The tear stains on little Raphael's face were still not dry, and Scott placed a palm on the boy's shoulder, and he didn't say anything, just sighed softly. He knew who he was, and he knew the status of the mercenary group in this town, although they had won the respect of the townspeople because of their past, but in the eyes of the nobles, they were just a group of outsiders after all-

An outsider with a very different status and status from the baron's butler.

According to the employment contract, they can only do what is within the scope of their duties, and beyond this range, it is a kind of transgression, and in the kingdom, it is definitely an offensive to the lord's face.

Scott thought silently, but it wasn't long, Farmer Ford didn't know when he got up and left the security office, he looked at a tree outside the window for a long time, and then took a step-

"I'll go find the leader." He put his hand on the doorknob and turned back to Oliver behind him. I want to talk about "Gross the Thief" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~