A farmer has a different identity than a knight.

Ford didn't know that the two "knights" in front of him were actually not knights, but mercenaries - although the "Primal Dream" mercenary group had been responsible for the defense of the town recently, there were still many people who did not have the slightest understanding of this matter.

Like Ford, like that restless boy.

The boy stood honestly, not resisting, not running away—he might have thought of it, but the reason in his head stopped him.

In front of him are two knight masters!

And the knight's martial arts are far from being comparable to his three-legged cat kung fu, and people's legs can't outrun horses.

What's more, he was already feeling a little tired.

Sweat mixed with the dirt on the cheeks, and the gray beads of sweat gathered into the folds of the skin on the neck, forming a circle of distinct lines, which looked like the bark of an old tree in the forest. But when he looked up at the two knights, his gaze quickly calmed.

"Let's go to the sheriff's office!"

Scott said lightly-

Baron Cardinor, the lord of the town, took all the knights under his command, including a few who were stationed at the police office all the year round, and the rest were just a few scattered ordinary militiamen.

The mercenary group has not seen those militias yet, but according to the contract, from today onwards, they have temporarily obtained the right to use the sheriff's office and recruit those militiamen.

The sheriff's office in the small town of Faun is inconspicuous, about a hundred meters away from the "fox and the berry". This is one of the entire row of buildings on the side of the street, it is an old house, although the exterior wall is painted with a layer of white lime, but the thick and dense moss at the foot of the wall, and those markings formed by the dampness can still bear witness to the traces of the past.

Scott and Oliver walked in one after the other.

Farmer Ford and the boy were sandwiched between the two—

The boy lowered his head, he faintly felt that his face was a little feverish, "thief" was obviously not a title to be proud of, fortunately there were not too many people in the town in the early morning, so he was not like the criminals he had seen in the town, surrounded by layers of crowds of people wantonly, and there were many discussions-

Unfortunately, however, the boy was already recognized by this time.

"Little Raphael, what's going on?"

A chubby aunt next to her saw the boy and suddenly exclaimed—the boy glanced at her, and quickly recognized that the aunt was his neighbor, and he tilted his head as if to think for a moment, and handed over the flour bag in his hand.

"Excuse me, Aunt Portia, Jesse should have woken up, but I think she's still hungry."

"These flours?"

The chubby aunt didn't take the pocket, she asked with some confusion.

"Thieves! He's a goddamn thief! Madame, I can tell you unequivocally that this thief has stolen flour from the manor of the Baron, and that this shameful crime should never be forgiven, and that a gallows awaits him! ”

Seeing someone ask, Farmer Ford couldn't help but get excited, and the roots of his forehead were full of green tendons, and he immediately spat out.

"Let's go inside."

Scott patted Farmer Ford lightly on the shoulder, and a force almost made him step forward involuntarily—

Although there is no so-called "Law on the Protection of Minors" in the Kingdom of Elantra at this age, the hanging that this guy said is still too cruel for a boy who is not very old and just stole some flour-

But Scott, who had a generous temperament, didn't know that many times, the nobles' punishments for commoners were so harsh.

There were only two sleepy-eyed militiamen on duty in the early morning, and when they heard the movement, they quickly opened the wooden door, and saw Scott and Oliver arriving with their horses, and hurriedly took the reins—

The militiamen were already aware of what was going to happen today, and when they thought that the two gentlemen in front of them were members of the mercenary group, they couldn't help but show envy and respect-

Because the other party repelled the undead in the town of Faun with great force and saved the entire town.

The woman, whom the boy called "Aunt Portia," remained unmoved, carrying a basket that was empty, as if she was going to buy something, and Scott looked at her, and then quickly added:

"Come in too!"

"Oh, yes, yes, sir."

She knew the militia in the town, and when she saw the respectful attitude of the militia, she couldn't help but be a little restrained, and Scott's battle-hardened, unangry and self-righteous temperament also made her feel extremely nervous.

The group was led by two militiamen to the interior of the sheriff's office.

The so-called security department is actually just a dim corridor and a few ordinary rooms separated from each other.

The furnishings in the room were simple, with tables, chairs, scrolls and quill pens for recording inquiries, but apart from the knights and servants of Baron Cardinor, these ordinary militiamen did not know a few large characters, so the scrolls placed on the desks were stained with a thick layer of dust after a few days.

The militiamen of the Sheriff's Department were already familiar with this work, and when they learned the names of Farmer Ford and the boy, the two militiamen took them to different rooms.

"Scott, I don't think this boy is bad, his eyes are melancholy and stubborn, and I see in his eyes a shadow of our former past, so I don't think he has any sin worthy of punishment."

"No, Oliver, such day-to-day government affairs cannot be completely dependent on feelings. It is our duty to make fair and reasonable rulings. ”

"But we're not cold-blooded aristocrats!"

Having spent a long time with Levine, Oliver seems to have similar feelings for the aristocracy. The two left the room and soon began to talk in the hallway, and judging by Oliver's mood, there seemed to be some tendency to argue.

"I'm going to take notes, and everything has to be understood enough to be qualified. Also, Oliver should go talk to the aunt and find out what the boy is about. ”

After saying this, Scott went straight into one of the rooms-

Last year, he was still illiterate and illiterate, but under Gross's urging and teaching, he was able to master some basic handwriting, and compared to Oliver and Levine, he was the most improved figure in the entire mercenary group.

The same is true in terms of personal strength.

"Oh, Scott, I really don't want to see those noble lords or doglegs on you."

Oliver muttered, and went back to his room to meet the fat aunt named "Portia", accompanied by a militiaman who had brought a chair and two hot cups of tea. 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~