After more than three hours of riding through the twists and turns of the Nord Mountains, Randall finally arrived at the destination of the trip.

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Old York and the young men who were practicing swordsmanship saw not only Randall, but also the heavily armed Red Feather Mercenary Regiment-

The mercenaries were wearing armor and bright weapons at their waists and backs, and at this time, no one would think that they were just here to travel.

Randall, as well as Cang Lan, the leader of the Red Feather Mercenary Regiment beside him, came to the Ampton mine deep in the mountains, naturally not for public tourism-

The eyes of the two sides collided, and there was a brief silence, silence, and then, I don't know who shouted, these young men practicing swordsmanship in the flat ground rushed to the stone brick house behind them, and soon, they also took out their weapons.

Swords, scimitars, and spears.

"Mr. Randall, are these bandits?"

Retracted her gaze, although there were some energetic young people on the other side, Cang Lan had already shown a relaxed and happy look-

It is true that these people are strong and fierce, but the strength shown in their gestures is almost all at the level below the inaugural level.

If you don't consider the efficiency of the mission, you can just point out two people in the mercenary group to deal with these bandits.

The commission for the two hundred reys of the mission is too easy to get some -

However, as the leader of the Red Feather Mercenary Regiment, Cang Lan was ashamed, and she turned her head to look at the young nobleman riding a white war horse beside her.

There were also a few children who were less than ten years old, and these little ones also became quiet when they saw their arrival.

"Uncle York, are they bad people?"

Little Funnie stood beside old York, stretched out her dirty little hand and pulled the corner of the lame middle-aged man's clothes—

Old York's face was a little stiff, of course he knew who this group was: the first horse in the front was a nobleman, maybe it was a real knight, and the one behind was also not a good man, it was a group of mercenaries.

Randall pulled the reins and drove the horse forward.

His face was calm—

In fact, the sight in front of him was somewhat different from what he had previously expected. It's not so much a band of bandits as a bunch of civilians living here, but their stay in the Ampton mines has hampered the Jeffrey family's plans to make money.

What a qualified nobleman needs most is not sympathy, but the ability to see the situation clearly and make trade-offs between interests -

The white-furred western war horse approached the old York step by step, and the mercenaries of the Red Feather Mercenary Regiment followed closely behind him, and the young people on the opposite side also gathered in front of them to form a defensive formation.

Although the number of people is not large, only about twenty people, it can be clearly seen that this is a circle formed purely for defense-

"The ownership of this mine belongs to the Jeffrey family."

Randall on the war horse said lightly. His tone was normal, not like a threat or intimidation, but more like an attitude of stating the facts—

His purpose was only to drive away the bandits, and if the other party was interested, it would be best to get along. Otherwise, he doesn't mind teaching these guys a profound lesson.

No one moved.

Old York and the young men of the Wolf Bandits stood together, staring at Randall with a pair of eyes, revealing a variety of emotions, curiosity, fear, disgust and hatred—

It is a noble face of standard Ifa blood, with the lines of the cheeks, eyebrows, eyes and nose as if carefully outlined by the most brilliant sculptors, almost achieving a perfect look.

Randall Jeffrey was the most handsome young man in Lorenz, and even in all of Talen, and perhaps the former Young Master Fred could be compared to him, but since the eldest son of the Wolf family began to show signs of baldness, he became the only lover in the dreams of most noble and commoner girls—

Fortunately, there are not many women in the wolf bandit group, and if you barely count it, there are only two-

Little Funnie is just an eight-year-old child with a vague understanding of gender; Another woman, Miss Lady Radia, went hunting in the mountains with the bandit leader and did not return.

"Funnie, Midah...... Uncle York knows that you guys are the most well-behaved, shall you go back to the house first? ”

Old York, dragging a lame leg, bent over to the children. Funi, who was headed by two pigtails, nodded sensibly, and like a child king, she beckoned to her playmates, and jumped up and ran towards the gray and white stone brick house behind her.

"Your Excellency is the owner of this mine?"

When he came to the Ampton Mine more than two years ago, Old York already knew that the mine belonged to the property of a certain noble lord, but as far as he knew, after the outbreak of the "Fog Pine War", the noble lord and his overseers who managed the mine fled early.

To this day, except for the aristocratic young man in front of him, no other nobles have come here.

Randall nodded.

But after receiving this answer, Old York hesitated-

In his capacity, of course, it is impossible to give an answer to this, it is the power of the bandit leader Gross. And now, he knew very well that if there was a battle, his side would have no chance of winning.

Worried, or more precisely, old York's heart was anxious at this time.

He looked up at the gate, and it was a gray mountain landscape dotted with a few dark greens, and the bandit leader Gross and his party were still nowhere to be seen.

Christopher, the deputy leader of the Red Feather Mercenary Regiment, drew his sword, and the man with a beard glanced at the regiment leader Cang Lan, and after seeing that he was noncommittal, he gestured to the mercenaries behind him with his eyes, and suddenly, a piece of metal trembling from the sheath of the weapon was unsheathed.

At this point, it's a real threat.

Randall didn't continue to speak, his gaze swept over the lads' faces, and then at old York—

The white war horse suddenly accelerated and sprinted underneath.

Draw your sword.

The knight's long sword with blue gems on the sword holder brought out a silver sword light with the high-speed movement of the war horse-

The sword light was silent, and it wasn't until a few seconds later that a brief pop came from the air behind Randall.

At the Ampton Mine, there was no noise at this time, and these explosions were still in my ears.

With this sword alone, Randall cut off all the weapons in the boys' hands. Soon, behind him, mercenaries armed with swords, scimitars, spears, and spears surrounded them.

Whether these people want to or not, Randall has decided to kick these guys out of the Ampton mines.

It was his, Randall Jeffrey's will.