Raymond took Tina's small hand and stood side by side with Arroyo in the crowd and watched out into the street, and then saw a small group of cavalry entering the city, and one of the riders at the front of the group was raising his whip and making a crisp "pop" sound.

The flow of people in the streets was like a flock of frightened birds scattered on both sides of the road, and if they ran a little slower, they felt the next whip and a burning pain in their backs. A few of the unfortunate ones who had been unfortunate enough to be whipped stumbled aside with the others on the street, and turned their heads to look back at the flying riders, and the look on their faces was not angry, but as if they had seen a demon in hell.

The riders, sitting on horseback, condescendingly looking down at the scene of their own hands, felt that the scene that fell to them seemed to be more comical and amusing than the court jester's performance on the stage, and they burst into laughter.

"Who are they?" Raymond stood at the back of the crowd and looked at the small group of cavalrymen, and with a displeased expression, he turned his eyes sideways and casually asked the young thief beside him.

"Most of them are nobles' private soldiers." Arroyo blinked, "Besides, it's probably not small. ”

As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe and cast his gaze at the cavalrymen, noting that they were not very well equipped, but at least much better and better than ordinary adventurers and mercenaries—proving that they were undoubtedly not associated with the word poverty.

In addition to this, the young thief also saw the banners raised by several members of the cavalry, and found that the patterns on those banners consisted of a violet flower blooming on a thorn vine and two swords.

His experience told him that it represented the royal family of Violet, the Phillandez family.

"But, not really, right?" After recognizing the royal flag, the thief young man narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and pinched his chin and muttered. "How could the royal family's forbidden army come to Bonigus?"

At this moment, a voice floated up from behind him: "In addition to representing the royal family, the flag of Fillandz can be flown by a count. ”

Arroyo and Raymond were stunned at the same time.

A second later, both of them turned their heads behind them at the same time, and suddenly saw the beggar named Locke standing in front of them.

Locke held the broken wine glass with several copper coins in his left hand, and barely stood in front of Arroyo and Raymond with a wooden stick that served as a crutch in his right hand. His waist and abdomen bent a little weakly due to hunger, and the pale white face with light blood on his face and two dark circles like pandas made people wonder if he would suddenly die suddenly in the next second.

Arroyo stared at the poor, dirty, smelly man a little worriedly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked him, "Which count?" ”

"Sir Wernard. Mr. Locke struggled to raise two bloodshot eyeballs to look at Arroyo, "Because Sir Vernald was a vassal from the Empire to the Crown, his surname was changed to Fillandz after that." ”

"But the old sir's castle is not here." Arroyo frowned, "This is Boenigs. ”

"This is Boenigs." Locke nodded in acknowledgement, "But Baron Singler is the nephew of Count Vilnard. ”

"The nephew is not a direct bloodline." The young thief couldn't help but remind him again.

"Maybe it's a fox and a tiger...... Most of you are strangers who have just arrived in Boenigs, so you don't know that the Baron has been doing this for a long time. As he spoke, the young beggar struggled to straighten his waist a little, and then proceeded to answer the questions of the outsiders, "and the Baron's temperament is really not merciful. The old earl also seems to turn a blind eye to him, so life is not easy for those of us who are in the lower classes...... Oh, please don't tell anyone that I said that, after all, I have enough negative labels. ”

The words fell. Locke smiled helplessly and shook his head listlessly with his eyes half-open.

Although Raymond was a little slower than Arroyo in terms of human sophistication, the future Swordmaster was not so stupid that he couldn't even understand the meaning of Locke's words.

He thought of the various scenes he had seen in and out of Boenigs, and he suddenly guessed what kind of ugly face the Baron Singel who ruled the city.

Those aristocrats who are high up and self-righteous...... Bah!

He cursed in his heart. Immediately after taking Arroyo's words, he asked Locke unwillingly: "No one dares to resist?" ”

"Don't be naïve, friend. Check it out. That's the banner of the noble lord, and there are war horses and troops under the banner, and then think about what do you have in your hand? Locke put away the wry smile on his face and lifted his scrawny dirty hands, "Then, let's see what happens to those people." ”

Locke pointed over the heads of the crowd and pointed at the smug riders.

Arroyo and Raymond turned their heads along the lines of his fingers, only to notice that the gang seemed to be dragging several men with their wounds and dying behind them.

"And those people?" Arroyo and Raymond were stunned for a moment, then spoke at the same time, glancing at Locke out of the corner of their eyes.

"To the south of the city, at the foot of the Gangcasso Mountains, are bandits and robbers entrenched near the quarries." Locke replied, "But they didn't do it willingly in the first place...... This happened every month or two, and the harsh taxes and poor law and order always drove some of the people into the mountains, after which the Baron sent an army in the name of legitimacy to exterminate them, and then captured several of the leaders of those men and showed them all the way to the public, and finally sent them to the guillotine. As for the risk of triggering a riot...... Hehe, there is a saying in the Far East that kills chickens to monkeys, I don't know if you have heard of it? ”

He looked at Arroyo and Raymond, and slowly finished the sentence with a bitter and helpless tone in his mouth.

After that, the crowd on both sides of the street fell into an eerie silence, as if everyone's mouths had been sealed with an invisible cloth, and all that was left was the unbridled laughter of the aristocratic private soldiers on horseback, and the contemptuous glances of the riders on the faces of the people.

Until-

"Daddy!"

A childish cry came from the crowd, breaking the silence abruptly.

The people standing on both sides of the street and the riders on the street suddenly looked in the direction from which the sound came from, and were looked through a gap in the crowd by two small hands.

In the next second, two children, a man and a woman, squeezed out two small heads from the waists of the adults next to each other. The two children were completely unconcerned about the eerie atmosphere of the scene, and the boy and the girl who followed him immediately ran out of the horse, crying and running out to a man who was being dragged behind the horse's butt by the riders. (To be continued.) )