rushed back in the dust, but what I saw was a messy scene, not to mention Ainan, whoever came would be angry.

"Grab her and get this little pariah for me."

A shrill voice made Ainan's ears sore, and the sound really made him uncomfortable, and listening to this man speak was completely torturous to his ears.

In the distance, Ainan saw a group of well-dressed people chasing something among the homeless, and Sloanan and Marcus scratched their ears and cheeks on the side, looking like they wanted to stop but had scruples.

What happened?

Doubts surfaced in Ainan's mind.

Tass brandished his sword, trying to stop them: "Whatever you guys want to do, stop me, or don't blame me for being rude." ”

Compared to Sloanan and Marcus, Tas, who was as pure as a stunned guy, had more courage, and his actions made those people jealous, and the pace of the chase slowed down a lot.

Seeing this, the sharp voice was furious, jumped out and pointed at Tars's nose and scolded: "What are you, you dare to hold a sword at me, get out of the way for me." ”

The other was domineering, and both Sloanan and Marcus had angry expressions on their faces, their hands pressed against the hilt of their swords. If Shrill Voice and his people make trouble, it's just that, and if they really make a move, Sloanan will not sit idly by.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, one of the servants whispered a few words to the shrill voice, and the latter looked around and slapped the slave and slapped him to the ground.

"Just a few untouchables dare to do it, you don't have a brain, do you?" Scolding, his sharp voice pointed at Sloane and Marcus provocatively, "Do it, I see who dares!" ”

If he could, Sloane really wanted to slash this disgusting guy with a sword, but the consequences of drawing his sword at the other party were too serious for him to hesitate.

"Don't think that being a squad leader is a character, even a pariah dares to draw a sword against Baron Ben, you can pull it out and show me."

The sharp voice is so fearless, and its biggest reliance is on his identity.

He was a baron, a true nobleman, and in this hierarchical world, it was a great sin in itself to draw a sword from a baron who was a member of the ruling class as a commoner of the ruled class. The sharp voice determined that Sloan didn't dare to draw their swords against them, don't look at the number of the other party, even if they add tens of thousands of homeless people, it is useless, as long as they put their identity as nobles, they can only beat and scold.

Except for that pesky little civilian girl.

Damn it, you dare to offend me, a baron, and this baron must hang her.

looked at the slave who was still rounding up the little girl but failed again and again, and scolded: "A bunch of waste, you can't even catch a little pariah, what's the use of me raising you." ”

The little girl was very flexible to avoid the pursuit of the noble slaves, and fought back while running: "You broke the agreement and didn't give us food, and you wanted us to starve to death." Now you lack manpower to mine rocks, and you want to call us back with a word, what do you think of us? ”

As soon as Ainan heard this, he knew that the little girl was Pasonia, and from the latter's words he knew what had happened.

At first, after the nobles found a suitable place to build a city on the banks of the Sadol River, they expelled all of them regardless of their lives in order to stop taking supplies out of their pockets to help the civilians who had been fooled by them. If it weren't for Tarth leading them to Ainan, who accepted them and got them food by hunting, I'm afraid that less than a tenth of the displaced people would have waited for the screaming voice to find them.

It was the nobles who abandoned them on their own initiative, and the exiles had hatred in their hearts, but they did not dare to show their hatred when faced with a baron, at most they were silent, wanting to see how others reacted.

Everyone including Sloane and Marcus was silent, but Pasonia said what was in everyone's hearts: since they have abandoned us, then we are not the children of the Arathor Empire, not to mention that the shrill voice is just a baron, and it is not easy for Sir Lothar to come.

Parsonia told the truth, and the price of telling the truth was the jealousy of the shrill voice, which led to the mess that Ainan saw when he rushed back.

"Sloan, Marcus, what the hell is going on?"

As Ainam entered the camp, Sloan and Marcus, along with many of the outcasts, suddenly found their backbone.

With Master Ainan coming forward, presumably that annoying baron would not dare to be arrogant anymore.

Mages wield powerful and mysterious magical powers, and their status was not inferior to that of the aristocracy, especially after the establishment of Violet Castle, with an organization that brought together many mages, the already powerful mages became even more powerful, and the lowest nobles such as the Baron did not dare to provoke mages.

Seeing Ainan's sharp voice and a look at him impatiently, he said loudly, "You are Ainan?" The commoner kid who progressed from magic apprentice to mage? You've come just in time, let these untouchables come with me. ”

After speaking, he thought of Pasonia again, and he pointed to the little girl who was playing with his slave in the crowd of homeless people: "And that little pariah, the end of offending the nobles is death." ”

Ainan gouged out his ears and glanced at the sharp voice: "Where did the mad dog bark, who didn't delete the dog chain and let the dog escape?" It's not that I said you, you look at the good things you guys have done, go out to walk the dog at least with a mouth mask, otherwise the dog will run all the way and bark all the way, which is really noisy. ”

Mad dog?

Is this little mage talking about me?

With a sharp voice and wide eyes, he suspected that he was having auditory hallucinations, and it was a great insult for a noble lord to be said to be a mad dog barking everywhere. An insult like this is definitely a life-and-death enmity for a nobleman with a good face and pomp, and he will not give up until he destroys the other party.

"Shut up!" Coming back to his senses, his sharp voice jumped to his feet in anger, and he pointed at Ainan like he had pointed at Sloane and Marcus before, "Don't think how great it is for you to become an official mage, I am a dignified baron of the Empire, and a little mage like you dare to insult me, believe it or not......"

Syllable!

Ainan raised his hand and slapped his throat directly.

I was beaten!

I was actually beaten!

My dignified Imperial Baron was slapped by a little mage...... Ouch, it hurts.

The shrill throat covered his face, which was swollen high and a clear slap imprint on it.

Wiped his hands in disgust, the expression on Ainan's face was disgusted, as if he had stepped on a bubble of foul-smelling excrement on the street: "Where did the flies come from, buzzing and buzzing, this is also my good temper, otherwise I would have slapped him to death." ”