To make matters worse, the sole of the foot rubbed back and forth on the sheepskin boot of his brother Pyrrot several times—Mr. Scholar saw the clear footprints on his boot, and he raised his head and glared angrily at the visitor.

"Do you need compensation? Mr. ”

The man was still smiling, and Pyrott could barely contain the anger in his heart—these goddamn mud-legged people didn't seem to know how to write "politeness." He puffed out his eyes and glared at the other party, but the smile in the other party's eyes startled him.

He calmed down.

It is clear that the other party is intentional.

Stepping on his boots was a slender young man, with long hair that hung halfway down to his waist, casually tied behind his head with a gray cloth headband, and he was wearing an old leather armor with a slightly faded paint, a thick niche coat on the outside, and around his waist a dagger about thirty centimeters in length was attached to an ochre-yellow cowhide - a fairly common mercenary outfit, and this man's profession was typical of the Assassin class.

Naturally, the wise scholar would not have come into contact with an Assassin at such close range—he quietly withdrew his right foot, then stepped aside with a pout, and began to bend down to wipe his boots.

He couldn't be as familiar as these rough and brutal mercenaries, he thought to himself, and he had done such a self-consolation to himself. But the other party was like a hungry hound staring at him, he saw a shadow appear in front of him, and when he looked up again, it was still this ill-intentioned young man.

Pyrot's heart couldn't help but be a little flustered, at this time his swordsman's brother-in-law Stewart was not around, he was completely in a state of lack of confidence-

At last he stood up and looked back at the young man without timidity, he had no such face in his mind, and he thought for a moment that he had no enemies in the city of Ensada.

Under the south gate, the flow of people and carriages into the city was already quite slow, and now an accident has paralyzed the traffic under the city gate and a nearby trade road - more and more people gathered nearby, and they looked at the good scene in the center of the dense crowd, and one by one they became eyebrows.

There was shouting, talking, and noisy, and some of the good deeds even whistled.

The captain of the soldier's swordsmanship seems to have a little discipline, he holds the sword in front of him with both hands, his steps are fast, and when he is about to approach the middle-aged man who raised the giant sword, he suddenly turns his waist sideways, this is a gesture of force, if there is no accident, the long sword in his hand will accurately fall on the opponent's shoulder - the position on the side of the head. At that time, the other party has no other way but to honestly tie his hands and arrest him.

But things are often not as people wish, beside and behind the captain of the soldier, armed soldiers are rapidly shrinking the encirclement, but they suddenly see their captain's figure moving quickly in a fundamentally abnormal direction - as soon as the military long sword and the giant sword touched, the captain of the soldier seemed to feel that a charging war horse hit his chest, and under the churning of qi and blood, he had lost control of his body.

He saw the greatsword get closer and closer to his pointed nose.

But the other man seemed to be a little reserved, and what he saw was not the cold blade, but the side of the greatsword, which was a strange black color, and he glanced at it, and then looked at the man he was fighting again.

The dark-skinned face didn't change much of an expression, but, after a second, the other party put down the giant sword and sighed softly.

The captain of the soldier flew backwards, and in such a large and dense situation, it was inevitable that he knocked down a large part of his comrades behind him, and by the time he had recovered his breath and got up from the ground, his face was already flushed.

Behind these soldiers, Rawls, who was still triumphant before, stayed in place and almost dropped his jaw in shock, but the bearded Stanley Regiment Commander quickly reacted, and he gave the tax collector's brother-in-law a look, but before the fat Rawls could come to his senses, he had already pulled the gentleman closer to the city gate.

There was a short passage inside the city gate, and the soldiers also reacted at this time, and before they had time to recall the scene just now, they had subconsciously retreated to the position of the city gate, firmly protecting Rawls and Stanley behind them.

"Rawls, that man is not something these ordinary soldiers can provoke at all."

As the leader of the Bobcat mercenary group, Stanley had already had a brief encounter with this man, originally he thought that this man was only slightly more skilled than him, but this time, it seemed that the other party was not using his full strength at all - Staley knew that there were some extremely powerful characters among the mercenaries, and this time they encountered probably this kind of person.

Pyrot was still in a state of "confrontation" with the young man he had never met, and suddenly, he saw the young man turn his head, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little stunned—

Pyrrot followed the young man's line of sight, and not far from them, less than twenty meters away, several people in the crowd seemed to be buzzing and talking.

"Isn't that Mr. Stewart?"

When Oliver squeezed sideways into the front row of onlookers, he saw the figure wielding the greatsword—

Stewart's current appearance was a little different than before, and it was obvious that his hair had been cut shorter, his clothes had become a little neater, and his spirit seemed fuller. But his "shield sword" seems to be an obvious feature.

"Where? Where is it? ”

Several pairs of eyes in the crowd were looking around—they soon spotted the middle-aged man in the middle of the field, besieged by soldiers, who turned his steps and saw the familiar dark side face.

Stewart.

"Mr. Stewart!"

Pyrrott saw one of the little girls raise her arms high, her voice crisp and a little melodious end note—the crowd in the vicinity quickly noticed the little girl, and at this moment, almost all the eyes and attention of those present were drawn to it.

The little girl's appearance is very beautiful, especially the soft and weak appearance, which makes people feel pity at a glance-

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