The south gate of Leerdrie became congested from the moment of sunrise.

With the passage of time, this congestion did not ease at all, on the contrary, it became more and more congested as the refugees returned.

In the distance, groups of cavalry patrolled to ensure order, and in front of the city gate, two groups of soldiers lined up, and in front of a large desk, Boscoe and five clerks recorded at the same time.

For the royal daughter's orders, they carried out them faithfully.

The people who fled did not have the slightest impatience, and the excitement and joy of being able to return to the garden had already made them throw aside their unhappiness.

What's more, the patrolling cavalry kept handing out some dry food and water.

This is also the order of the royal daughter.

When they knew that this was the order of the reluctant, the surrounding refugees all expressed their gratitude.

With the exception of certain innate sins, most people are good.

They are happy to share in the joy.

I don't mind helping others either.

Prefer to smile at people.

However, some people are different.

They consider themselves superior to others, and they think it is a shame to share with these commoners, even if they were the same commoners in the first place.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

"Get out of the way!"

The arrogant and domineering sound was accompanied by the whipping sound.

And then there were several cries,

Apparently, someone was whipped off.

But......

None of these men dared to resist except the crying, for the man who smoked them sat in a carriage with a dazzling family coat of arms on the door.

Sardinian family coat of arms!

The family coat of arms of the former under-minister of military affairs of Lördrie.

Such an identity is destined to be known to everyone in Lerdry.

In the orderly queue, there was some confusion.

The carriage led a wagon rampant in the direction of the city gate.

Bosko frowned.

As soon as he raised his hand, the soldiers guarding here immediately blocked the rushing carriage.

The coachman, who was wielding his whip in front of the soldier's spear, shrank his neck, but the viscount sitting in the carriage spoke.

"Bastard!"

"Don't you recognize my family crest, Bosco?"

There was anger in the shrill voice.

"Recognize! But with your escape, your family crest has long since lost its lustre, and you have been stripped of your identity. ”

Bosco said coldly.

He didn't have any good feelings about those who had escaped.

Maybe it's because of the family's inheritance, but that doesn't mean you can run away at home.

Because, in Warren's law, in wartime, the nobility only needs to send a direct son to ensure that the title, identity, and status are not deprived.

One person, only one person needs to be sent.

But the guy in front of him fled with the whole family at the first time.

Not even a single useful person was left for His Highness.

A wave of anger swelled in Bosco's heart at the thought that people like himself had been used as envoys, risking their lives to go south to bring rescue troops, and the other party wanted to return to Leerdry as if they were all right.

The same is true of the soldiers around.

In particular, some soldiers whose comrades died were eager to poke each other's holes with their spears.

"Escape?"

"When did I escape?"

"I just made a trip back to the estates on the outskirts, and when I heard the news of the invasion of the steppes, I immediately returned to Lerdry with everyone."

"I abide by the honor of nobility!"

"I deserve to be the hero of this war!"

"And that's how you deal with the heroes?"

The carriage door was pushed open.

Short and thin, with a triangular face and eyes like slits, he stepped out of the carriage like a viper.

He asked loudly as he pointed to the people around him.

"Hero?"

Bosco was breathless.

The king's former envoy had always considered himself a thick-skinned man, but it was only today that he discovered what it really was.

The person in front of him is no longer just confusing right and wrong and reversing black and white.

It's just talking nonsense with your eyes open.

"Isn't it?"

"Do you want to slaughter the heroes of the victory?"

"Come!"

"Aim here, stab down!"

"But!"

"You need to understand the consequences of this!"

Viscount Sardinia asked rhetorically.

And, in rhetorical questioning, the viscount strode towards the city gate.

The other party had a sneer on his face and a gloomy look in his eyes, ignoring the soldier's spear.

But the soldiers hesitated.

Although they knew that the nobles who fled would be deprived of their titles and identities, the coercion that had accumulated over time made them dare not really stop a viscount.

Facing the hesitant soldier, the viscount smiled.

The smile was full of pride.

Everything was as he expected.

"Huh!"

"A little girl who is not yet an adult wants to deprive me of my noble title and identity?"

"That's a great idea!"

"I'll let you know what the cruelty of the adult world is."

With a smug declaration in his heart, the viscount scanned the surroundings with a swaggering gaze.

"Now, you all give me ......"

Burst!

Before the words were finished, a huge black shadow descended from the sky, and trampled the viscount into pulp.

As blood splattered, the crowd burst into exclamations, and their eyes involuntarily looked at the white giant wolf that suddenly appeared and the black figure on the back of the giant wolf.

"Your Excellency."

Looking at Qin Ran who appeared, Bosco immediately saluted, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

If Bosco doesn't want to deal with anyone the most, then Qin Ran is definitely the first.

Not only because of Qin Ran's strength, but also because of that elusive character.

At least, in Bosko's opinion, the man in front of him is moody.

One moment it may be as calm as a lake, the next it will be like a storm.

It's like now.

"My lord, he is the Viscount of Sardinia."

"He ......"

"Before he escaped, he was."

"Now he is a sinner who disturbs order and ignores the law."

"Of course!"

"And them!"

As he spoke, Qin Ran looked at the convoy headed by Viscount Sardinia.

Bosco also subconsciously looked there.

But it wasn't until he saw the white wolf rushing there that the former king's envoy reacted.

"Adult ......"

Bosco wanted to stop Qin Ran.

But it's too late!

The white giant wolf had already rushed into the convoy, like a rampaging armored car, without the slightest mercy, completely in a crushing posture, sweeping from beginning to end.

Blood and flesh were mixed and covered with a thick layer on the ground.

But that's not the end.

The white giant wolf continued to gallop towards the south, and according to Qin Ran's orders, it avoided all the civilians.

And at its beckoning, wolf after wolf appeared at the end of the line.

They continue to the south.

Bosco's face was pale, and his whole body trembled.

He knew exactly what these wolves were for.

He opened his mouth to stop it, but he didn't know what to say, and when he thought of some words, Qin Ran, who was standing beside him, had already disappeared.

All that was left was blood and carnage.

"Sure enough......"

"It is worthy of the white wolf of the wolf faction."

Looking at the flesh on the ground, Bosko smiled bitterly and muttered to himself.

And in the crowd, some guys who seemed to be afraid to bow their heads and tremble became twinkling and hesitant.