Arroyo pretended to be arrogant and looked at the young beggar in front of him, thinking that the other party thought that he was really a noble lord from the Durion family, and suddenly he was very curious about what the other party's purpose was for finding him now.

Soon, the answer to the question in the young thief's mind was revealed.

The young beggar named Locke looked into Arroyo's eyes with his back hunched over a little, swallowed hesitantly, and suddenly knelt down on the ground with a sudden "thump" of his left knee.

Under the gaze of Arroyo, Raymond, and Tina, the young beggar fell to Arroyo on one knee and pleaded in the most respectful voice he could think of: "Sir Sir, my full name is Locke Paynes, forgive me for my rude behavior before you and your servants, and allow me to sincerely recommend myself to you—I think that a noble man of noble character like you would not mind having another faithful servant by his side." ”

After saying this, he knocked down his forehead as well, and the whole person knelt at the feet of the thief young man with a humble look.

Arroyo lowered his head and looked at this young man who was probably a few years older than him, and the image in his mind was in a mental trance, and suddenly he saw a faint shadow of his past in Locke's body.

He remembered that in the Dagger Jungle, he used to seem to have become a follower of Finn in a similar way.

In the era of the Fourth Age of Ferdia, the arrogance and indifference prevailing among the aristocracy almost carved an insurmountable gap between them and the common people, and the feudal state system led to the nobility of the few and the humility of the majority, the backward economy and limited land did not guarantee that everyone was well fed and drunk, and the pressure of survival led people to seek solace in religion, while the demands of secular society inadvertently accelerated the rise of the church.

So when the clergy overrode the world, the aristocracy oppressed the commoners. When civilians are crushed by an invisible pyramid at the bottom of the order, whether they are rogue ruffians in the streets and alleys, wandering travelers or adventurers, or mercenaries with weapons with them at all times, many people in the civilian class are eager for change and want to take advantage of the favor of Lachri, the goddess of luck. Grasp your destiny with your own hands through a rare opportunity, and don't want to go with the flow, and finally die is just a speck of dust in the long river of history.

When Arroyo held up the coat of arms of the Durion family and announced that he was a baron, many people on the street were actually faintly moved, but Locke was the only one who really had the courage to recommend himself to a noble sir.

You know, for a commoner from a low background, the nobility is not so easy to stammer.

“…… You say you want to be my servant too? After a while, Arroyo glanced sideways and exchanged glances with Raymond, and then had to continue pretending to be a nobleman. Lowered his gaze to re-glance at Locke, who was half-kneeling in front of him, "So, do you have any reason to expect from you?" By the way, you can raise your head first. ”

"Thank you, sir." Hearing Arroyo reply to himself like this, Locke was overjoyed, and immediately raised his gaze to look up at the thief youth, and his eyes even forcibly reflected the bright light under the rendering of two dark circles. "Actually, I'm an academic. My lord. I know a lot of things that you don't necessarily know, and you will definitely need some advice and services from me on your future journeys regarding theoretical knowledge and even reasoning and analysis, and I am sure that you will not be disappointed in my abilities. ”

"But your pompous rhetoric doesn't hide the fact that you're just a beggar." Arroyo felt that the man was talking too much, a little unbelievable, "Besides. I've heard that you were a pastor in a church, but you were thrown out of the church, maybe you're still a heretic? ”

"Foolish gossip is but the slander of the envious, and should not blind your wise eyes." Locke immediately defended, "Of course. If you doubt that my abilities as an academic are far less seductive than I boast to you, then I can prove to you now. ”

"How are you going to prove it?" Arroyo was immediately interested.

The thief youth raised his hand and motioned for Raymond to take Tina and wait next to him for a while, and then squatted down in front of Locke, keeping his gaze at the same level as the other party.

Locke looked at Arroyo for a second, his face a little surprised.

Soon, however, the beggar, with a nervous and confident look in his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and then looked directly at Arroyo with a serious face and whispered, "You are not the Baron of Torrenster. ”

Suddenly, Arroyo felt as if a thunderbolt had been struck in his head.

He stared blankly at Locke, who was half-kneeling in front of him, and was silent for a moment, and then asked him in a low voice, "Why?" ”

"Because I know that the northern part of the Violet Kingdom, the dukedom called the Golantian Plains, can be further divided into several counties of similar territorial size, and those counties can be divided into more baronies. If I have time, I can recite the names of those territorial fiefdoms in front of you one after the other and indicate them one by one on the map. If I'm not mistaken, the family crest in your hand is not fake, Torrenster is an imaginary place that does not exist in the kingdom at all, and you just want to use this place name to disguise your true identity. "I suppose this practical example at least proves that the geographical knowledge stored in my mind can be brought to life in my hands at any time, don't you think?" ”

“…… Well, you've managed to pique my curiosity. Arroyo pouted a little embarrassed, "Still, you're saying I'm borrowing the name Torrenster to disguise my true identity?" Are you questioning me? ”

As the words fell, he tried to make his eyes colder like those of a real nobleman, thinking that this would make his acting skills more difficult to debunk, but the actual effect was more to make Locke more nervous.

For the young beggar, Rock Parnes, who claimed to be a scholar, his self-nomination had reached the most crucial step.

He pondered in his heart, gritted his teeth and thought about it, then withdrew the confusion in his eyes to the bottom of his heart, looked Arroyo squarely without evasion, and responded to the question of the thief young man just now, "I'm gambling, my lord." ”

"Bet on what?" Arroyo stared into his eyes.

"Bet that your heart is as big as St. Flen's, and what you value more is the ability of your followers." He looked at Arroyo closely, nodded firmly, and a shallow sweat soaked from the corner of his forehead, "Not a few inconsequential thorns in their words." (To be continued.) )