Recalling the past, Scott fell into a brief period of contemplation, his thoughts drifting far away, as if cutting into another picture—

During those turbulent days, he left Anjou with the flow of refugees, and the roads to the eastern territory of Nogo were mostly blocked, and like some self-righteous guys, he chose the road through the mountains of Nogo.

Unfortunately, he came across a gang of bandits.

Wild wolf bandits.

However, at that time, the wolf bandit group was not called the "wolf bandit group", and Gross was not the "wolf leader" Gross, and the first time Scott saw it was just a half-sized man with a sinister and cunning face.

That year, Gross was seventeen years old.

The figure is similar to Scott's, maybe thinner, but not much different.

"I drove this road, I planted this tree, if you want to pass from here, leave the money to buy the road."

The half-grown boy bit a stalk of grass and stepped on a raised rock to look condescendingly at Scott, and said something in his mouth—

The latter glanced up, couldn't help but sneer coldly, and then pulled out the sword he carried with him, but unfortunately the quality of the sword was not very good, not so much a sword, but a piece of iron in the shape of a sword.

As soon as Scott drew his sword, he saw the boy and the other bandits swing their wooden clubs and pounce on them, and after parrying, the sword was suddenly hammered into twisted twists—

Of course, the owner of the sword was also beaten bitterly.

Even though Scott had some basic legionnaire training, two fists were no match for four hands, and at that time, Scott, who was also in the pre-inauguration stage, was not much more powerful than those bandits-

Gross, in particular, struck him in the stomach with a ferocious fist that immediately caused him to bend over in pain.

Fortunately, he knew the truth of "capture the thief and capture the king first", and he also gave that kid a beautiful black eye.

Afterward?

What happened was too bizarre and so twisted that he kept all of his possessions for eight soles, and at the cost of joining the bandits—he met Gross, Oliver, Levin, and the bandits, young and old.

Until now, he couldn't understand why Gross made such a decision at that time-

In this way, Scott became one of the bandits, and their group soon became famous in the nearby territory, and thus the "Wolf Bandits", and later "Wolf Claw" Scott.

These thoughts hit his mind like a tidal wave, and it was a long story, but it was only ten or so seconds at most, and he thought about it, and put a hand in his pocket—

There was a money pouch in the pocket of his coat under leather armor, and he took out three raels and placed them gently in the boy's hand.

"Mr. Knight?"

The boy really had a hard time understanding Scott's actions-

The generosity of nobles often only exists in those beautiful legends, and this gentleman's appearance and attire are not like nobles, and he looks extremely ordinary, but he took out three rael?

"This is as compensation for flour. In addition, it is very shameful to steal. ”

Scott's tone of voice was flat, and there was not even any change in ups and downs, but listening to the boy's ears, he was stunned on the spot.

"And punishment is inevitable after all, and I will make a fair ruling according to the laws of the kingdom, and I hope you will remember it well."

Scott said again.

"Ahh......h

The boy stopped talking.

Scott stood up, his eyes on the boy—

The boy's eyes were clear, but the guilt and apology in them were difficult to hide, his lips squirmed slightly, and he was about to say something, but when he looked up, he saw another "Mr. Knight" appear outside the door of the room.

Oliver.

There were two figures behind Oliver.

Farmer Ford and Baron Cardinor's butler Boers, and Aunt Portia, Oliver inquired and let her go back.

The morning has passed.

The outside of the town of Faun is slowly becoming lively, the shops along the street are opening for business, the merchants and mercenaries who have rested for the night are leaving the inns or taverns, and the townspeople are getting into their day's work—

The noisy sound coming from outside the window made Scott a little dazed at this moment.

"Mr. Boers learned about it, so he went to the sheriff's office."

Oliver said to Scott -

Baron Cardino's old butler, Boers, still maintained the same sleek attire as the two of them had last seen him, like a standard middle-aged and elderly gentleman. His hair was more than half gray, neatly combed back to reveal a smooth hairline, and above his lips were two delicate mustaches, meticulously groomed, slightly upturned at the end—

He always seemed to deliberately lift his head slightly, so that his downward squinting eyes looked a little arrogant.

At this time, there seemed to be a little more stern and fierce in his eyes.

"You're little Raphael?"

The old butler did not look squarely at the boy in ragged clothes—the boy nodded a little weakly when he saw that the gentleman-looking old man was extraordinary.

"I've heard about you, you're the thief who stole the flour from the Baron's estate?"

"Yes, yes, sir."

The boy had the impression that he had seen this adult a few times, but for ordinary commoners, neither the nobles nor the nobles' butlers were easy to touch—

All they know is that those are the big shots they must not provoke, and that's it.

"Good. Now that you have confessed your crimes, you are ready to accept punishment. ”

What the old butler Bulls said did not surprise the boy—the boy looked at Scott, who looked at him calmly.

The atmosphere in the room was so quiet that only the breath of everyone could be heard, but everyone knew that this atmosphere was most likely the calm before the storm.

"Mr. Boers, Raphael Jr. has expressed his willingness to make reciprocal reparations. According to the laws of the kingdom—"

Scott said.

"No, mercenary, remember who you are. Judgment and judgment are the rights of the aristocracy, and you have transgressed! ”

However, Baron Cardinau's old butler, Boers, was quick to interrupt him.

"The boy dared to steal the baron's belongings, again and again. He seemed to have completely forgotten who the lord of the place was, and his despicable behavior broke the rules and damaged the dignity of the nobles. I am well aware of the recent turmoil in the town, and I need to warn these untouchables who are jumping up and down. There is no point in compensation, he should be sent to the gallows, I seem to remember, the gallows at the junction of the town have been empty for a long time......"

Booles's voice was arrogant and cold, and when he finished saying this, the boy's face instantly turned pale, like a piece of paper without color—

Farmer Ford had been threatening the boy to put him on the gallows, but when it seemed to be happening, he fell to his knees with a thud. 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~