He was pitted.

The handsome young man put down the scroll, and a hint of hatred flashed in his extremely beautiful dark gray eyes—

It may be an exaggeration to describe a man's eyes as beautiful, but it is.

Randall Jeffrey, the eldest son of the contemporary head of the Jeffrey family, not only has a slender figure, well-defined and delicate facial features, but also has long waterfall blonde hair that is not inferior to ordinary aristocratic ladies.

If you look at it from a distance, even a man is easily fascinated by his charm-

However, in the small town of Lorenz, it is well known that this handsome young man became a high-ranking knight at the age of twenty-one, and his talent for martial arts is not inferior to Fred, the eldest son of Count Savalen Wolff, Lord of Talon.

Not only that, but because he once studied under the famous scholar Grantham in the Northland, he also has excellent political skills. He had just celebrated his twenty-third birthday just over a month ago, and his father, for the purpose of training and training, had begun to take over some of the affairs of the town of Lorenz.

If nothing else, he will be the next head of the Jeffrey family and the next owner of the bustling territory of Lorenz.

But at this time, when the parchment record was put back on the desk, his eyes were still on that line of words—

Ampton Mine.

He bit a bite of white, neat teeth like broken jade, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed to drip water—

According to his understanding, the Ampton mine is a medium-sized iron ore mine in the Tallon area, and although the mine is not very rich in some past mining records, the quality of the iron ore is very good.

A large part of it is the finest iron ore, and as long as it goes through a basic smelting process, it is the best material for making weapons and armor.

This is also the little favor that the Wolf family, the lord of Talen, leaked from his fingers, for these vassal nobles in the area, although this mine is far inferior to the large mines in the hands of the lord, it is also an attractive piece of fat.

When he bought the title deed for the mine, he almost thought he was taking a big advantage. Of course, there are few pie-in-the-sky things in this world, and when he began to investigate the recent operations of the Ampton mines, he finally found a big problem-

He regretted it, on the one hand, that he had been blinded by greed, and on the other hand, he was angry at the seller's deception, and that he had learned the reason for the abandonment of the Ampton mines—

It is true that because of the presence of that gang of bandits, the mine could not operate normally at all.

Not every nobleman had a powerful private arm, and a nobleman with no title and little property was completely insignificant to those murderous bandits.

Even if they had the certificate of ownership of the mine issued by the Lord of Tarun himself, it would not have any legal effect on the bandits-

Putting aside the important premise of whether the robbers can read or not, those stinky mud legs will most likely stare at each other with their swords drawn, rather than choose to sit patiently and reason with the noble gentleman.

Especially when it comes to making a loss, the bandits will not have any reason to talk about it.

To Count Wolfe, these people are like scabies in the territory, although they are not fatal, but they are also quite troublesome-

In Randall's current position, he knew some of Tarun's insiders: the current Count Wolfe didn't pay much attention to these bandits for the time being.

Well, this question is in front of the Jeffrey family.

To be precise, in front of him, Randall Jeffrey, from beginning to end, this matter was handled by him single-handedly-

If nothing was done, the Jeffrey family would undoubtedly have lost a fortune to Learle because of this bad deal, and his impression would have been greatly diminished in his father's eyes, and he could even imagine the disgusting smiles of the rivals who were eyeing him.

1,000 Lear.

That's right, it's Lille, not Rael.

The value of a medium-sized iron ore mine is beyond the reach of silver coins, and can only be paid for with gold coins.

Standing up, he paced back and forth in the study, thinking a lot for a while.

At present, the relationship between the Jeffrey family's gang of bandits is like that between the demolition office and the nail household, but the truth is much more complicated than this analogy: the demolition and relocation office does not have an indestructible steel excavator, and the nail households are absolutely helpless with a sad and angry face......

He's got to do something and get the damn bandits out—

It was the Earl's business to arrest all those guys and send them to the gallows, and it was not the Jeffrey family's turn for the time being. However, violence seems to be the only option for now.

He thought about it for a moment, and he didn't plan to trouble his uncles for the time being, several knights in the previous generation of the Geoffrey family served under Count Wolf, and he didn't want to entrust those powerful formal knights, because it would be easy for his father to know.

Randall decided to take matters into his own hands.

The body cooperated with the psychological change, the arm in the black dress pulled down hard, and he walked out of the study-

This is a small two-storey loft in the town of Lorenz, and you will find the streets of the town when you walk out of the small courtyard in front of the house with all kinds of flowers and plants.

He himself was a high-ranking knight, and with his knowledge of the bandits, it wouldn't be too difficult to accomplish this—

However, as an honorary nobleman, if he goes alone, he is somewhat lacking in momentum and not enough to match his noble status.

After temporarily recruiting two of the Jeffrey family's guards, he returned to the town's tavern, a dusty stone brick house with a wooden sign hanging from the door, "Wolves and whistles"—

There weren't many customers in the tavern at this time of the morning, but, fortunately, he saw a few faces that he wanted to see at this time.

Mercenary.

A woman with a fiery body, convex and backwards, with long wavy red hair, and a tall and strong man with a large brown beard on his face, they belonged to the same mercenary group, and the red-haired woman happened to be the leader of the mercenary group.

The two of them gathered at a round table, sipping ale slowly, complaining about the recent weather changes, and discussing the situation in the mercenary group—

In the winter, the caravans passing through the town of Lorenz became scarce, and their business became relatively scarce.

There is still a large group of people under her hand to feed every day, and this red-haired woman is frowning about it.

Although the bearded man kept comforting him, there was nothing he could do to change the situation.

"Canglan?"