"Master, I'm sorry, you may have misunderstood."

The girl gently interrupted the other party and explained,

"Actually, it's easy to misunderstand this, because although the civil servants of the Independent Regiment and the members of the Self-Defense Forces are very similar in dress, they are different in nature. Most of the knights serving the principality were nobles, but the knights of the city's Self-Defense Forces were recruited from ordinary citizens. Nominally civil servants, but our salaries are pitiful. As an ordinary member of the group, I don't have any room to choose when shopping, let alone the 'magic sword', I don't dare to think about it for the rest of my life. ”

"Well, even though he is a member of the Knights, he doesn't seem to be any different from ordinary citizens."

The maker touched his chin and tilted his head.

"However, you are much more elegant than the words and deeds of ordinary citizens."

The girl smiled, and because of the steam in the workshop, Alan couldn't see her face, but he could faintly see the gentle smile.

"My Canterlot family used to be noble, so I kept some traditions."

Aristocrat? There are nobles everywhere on this continent, for the people of these small villages of Allen, the aristocracy is a class-like existence, and the outbreak of wars in many countries is caused by the contradictions between the nobles and the poor people within them. Although the existence of the aristocracy can support the prosperity of the country, it is also a huge ambitious group, and for ordinary people, it is harmless. But for the merchants, the nobility was a symbol of money, a shortcut to their wealth. But this girl did not have the arrogance and arrogance of the nobility, and Alan couldn't help but want to see more about the development of events, he leaned against the doorpost with his sword in his hand, and looked at the girl with more interest.

At this moment, an apprentice ran in in a panic, and without asking the forger's consent, he ran over and said,

"This young lady, you're from the Self-Defense Forces, right?"

"yes."

"Great, there seems to be a homeless man making trouble outside, and now it's in chaos, you should go and take a look."

The girl frowned and stared back at the smith. The smith immediately guessed her intentions and returned the sword.

"You're off today, aren't you?"

"Vacation is not a reason to sit idly by, I say goodbye, I have a chance to see you again."

After inserting the sword into the scabbard on the strap, the girl hurriedly turned around and ran to the door of the workshop, passing by Alan, and the smell of primrose wafted by.

"She wouldn't be trying to stop the homeless with that sword, would she?"

Alan was a little uneasy, and followed the girl all the way to the central street opposite the market and connected to the two main cities of the Duchy of Dax. Here, heading west is Hausman, the trading capital, and heading east is the demon hunting city of Chilt. The girl ran in the direction of Osman and stopped near Third Street. The flow of people coming and going has come to a standstill for the time being, and the noisy street used to be due to the interweaving of people's voices, but now the noise is due to a riot in the crowd, and many people gather in one place.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

"I can't see it, what's wrong?"

"Someone seems to have gone crazy!"

Alan's ears rang with the words of the citizens. At this moment, a scream suddenly erupted from the depths of the crowd, followed by the angry scolding of men and the shouting of the crowd. Far above the human wall, a shadow of an axe appeared.

"Not good."

Alan was about to rush into the crowd, and a strong wind had arrived around him,

"It's her!"

The girl stepped on her boots and ran down the stone path. Her plump, tall body seemed to gallop forward, her crisp straight hair darting over her shoulders. Obsidian eyes stared straight ahead, lips clenched.

"Get out of the way!" Hearing her roar, the frightened citizens hurriedly gave way to a path that appeared in front of the girl like a spreading wave of water. There are very few female knights in the Self-Defense Forces of the Duchy of Dax, which may have something to do with the extreme eastern location of Dax, which is the territory of the demons, and the base camp of the demons that even men fear, not to mention the women. Therefore, most of the members of the Knights elected by the Duchy of Dax are aristocratic men who have undergone rigorous training, and the members of the Self-Defense Forces are also mostly men among the general public. The curious eyes of the citizens suddenly focused on the girl, but she ignored everyone's gaze and ran straight forward through the crowd.

"I'm from the Self-Defense Forces!"

The girl jumped out of the crowd and stopped to form a circle around the city—within which a man with a plate axe was going berserk.

"What are you doing?!"

Before the words were finished, Allen, who was not too far away from the girl, had already smelled an indescribable stench, and the girls in the field naturally smelled it, obviously she frowned when she smelled this smell.

The man wore an old coat with a frayed edge and dirty trousers. Unkempt, scumbag, barefoot, you know at first glance that he is a bum. The stench seemed to be a mixture of wine odor and body odor, and it could be seen from the number of wrinkles on his face that it should be an old man.

The man was drunkenly shouting something, raising his right hand with a plate axe and his empty left hand waving wildly in the air, not letting others approach. The crowd was so frightened that they all retreated, but the girl did not leave, and she gasped.

- No fingers.

The little finger, ring finger and middle finger of the man's left hand felt as if someone had chopped it off. What's going on? A long-lost feeling came over him, and Alan always felt familiar, but he couldn't tell what it was for a while. The man's resounding roar pulled Eren back to reality. The man rushed towards the girl crying bitterly, and the girl hurriedly pulled out the matching sword at her waist, blocking the man's head-on plate axe, frowning brows, and a painful expression, obviously, somewhere on the girl's body was injured by the man's blow! She bit her lip and tried desperately to endure. With a thrilling and terrifying grinding sound, the sword and the axe pressed tightly together. Although the homeless man looked old, his strength was surprisingly great, and the girl's sword gradually became inferior.

-- What a terrible power.

Allen's palm never left the sword, but the voice in his heart told him to wait.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and a beastly roar came from his throat. Saliva hung down to his neck in disgust, and his manic breathing revealed his anger at the moment. Moreover, tears gradually welled up in his bloodshot eyes,

"Why is it only me, why am I persecuted, why don't you save me"

The homeless man doesn't look like a human at all. (To be continued.) )