"Finn, Miss Witch, please save me! For everyone's sake, please help me! The moment Glens spotted Finn and Lilith, he immediately looked at them with pleading eyes, opened his mouth and shouted.

"Adventurer, you'd better not meddle in this matter." Seeing Glens crying out for help from Finn, Bectall held the handle of the mace in his right hand, and also turned his eyes sideways and glared at Finn fiercely.

"No, Finn, don't listen to these killers!" Glens was so anxious that his throat almost broke, "Please, Finn, I know a big secret, Magdaru wants to kill me and shut me, you must save me!" ”

"A big secret?" Hearing Glens's words, Finn's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes, I know a secret that is enough to make Magdaru want to shut me down." Glens continued, "The secret, the book I stole that recorded Obsidian—"

"Shut up, damn fugitives!"

Before Glens could finish speaking, a strong man in the Black Tiger Mercenary Group suddenly interrupted Glens's words with a loud shout, and the other took out a feathered arrow from the quiver on his waist at some point and shot it at Glens with a short bow.

With a whoosh, the arrow flew in a straight line in the air, just enough to pass through Milan and hit Glens on the side of the neck.

The corners of the Black Tiger Mercenary Group's archer rose slightly.

According to Captain Bekrol, as long as their mercenary group could kill the bearded man named Glens, Grand Duke Magdaru would reward each of them with money that they would never spend in their lifetimes.

His eyes looked at the trajectory of the arrow in mid-air, as if he had seen the happy days of the second half of his life beckoning to him.

However, a second or two flew forward, and Finn, who had already noticed his movements, placed his hand on the hilt of the Whistling Blade behind his back as he drew his bow and arrows.

As soon as the archer of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment released the bowstring and shot the arrow, Fynne immediately drew his sword and slashed it forward, and then a wind blade suddenly flew out from the edge of the giant sword, and the feathered arrow shot by the archer immediately swirled directly and was blown aside by the wind blade cut by Finn.

The archer of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment was immediately stunned, while Glens, Jefferson, and several miners were so frightened that they subconsciously shrank back.

Bectrol looked at Finn and was secretly taken aback.

"It's a magic weapon?!" The moment he saw Finn use the Whistling Blade to slash out the Wind Blade, Becroll's eyes narrowed, and he felt bad in his heart.

In Bectroll's common sense, most adventurers and mercenaries rarely could afford expensive magical weapons due to their limited family resources.

Typically, civilians who are able to wield a magic weapon are either wizards or strong men who are able to kill enemies with their own power and plunder their equipment as trophies.

As he had just witnessed the image of Finn using the Whistling Blade to slash out the Wind Blade, Beckrol had already guessed Finn's true identity in his heart, and even wondered if Finn would be a small nobleman who ran away from home and went on an adventure, or a strong man with superior strength.

It would be nice if Finn was just a minor nobleman.

However, if Finn's identity is the latter, then the rest of the situation is a bit trickier.

After all, their Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment was employed by Grand Duke Magdaru, and a small nobleman was nothing to fear.

But a strong man?

God knows if he will show mercy to Grand Duke Magdaru because he is concerned about their power.

"Adventurers, we are a mercenary group hired by Grand Duke Magdaru. We're just targeting this guy with a beard on his face, and as long as you don't meddle with your business, we won't bother you. After thinking about it, Becrolle decided not to provoke Finn for the time being, so he put pressure on him by using the name of Magdaru.

"Grand Duke Magdaru... Is it? Finn listened to Bekrol's words as he walked forward with his greatsword, "So, may I ask if Grand Duke Magdaru forgot to educate you about the relevant laws and regulations in Aurora before hiring you?" ”

As the words fell, he stopped in front of Glens, Jefferson, and several miners, his greatsword in hand, and turned to face Becrolle and his Black Tiger mercenary group.

The strong men of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment were stunned by Finn's words, and then fell into the dilemma of being speechless for the entire group.

The reason for their silence was not that Magdaru had not told them about the rules of Akerowind, but that they understood the territorial nature of the area around Akewind and found that they were on the side of the loss at this time.

Dawnewind is nominally a neutral city, but is actually an independent city-state with its own set of administrative rules and territorial boundaries.

Fein guessed that within the territory of Aurora City, it would definitely not be convenient for Magdaru to send his noble private soldiers directly, so he spent money to hire the Black Tiger Mercenary Group to enter the jurisdiction of Aurorroze City to take Glens's life.

In his memories of his previous life, Finn remembered Magdaru as a ruthless political fox.

The reason why this old fox wanted to take Glens's life may have something to do with the "big secret" that Glens just mentioned.

After much deliberation, although Finn didn't want to turn Magdaru into his enemy at this time, he had just heard the word "obsidian" from Glens, so he temporarily changed his mind about protecting himself and decided to save Glens first.

After all, if memory serves, Finn remembers that there was a legendary artifact on the continent of Feldia, and that legendary artifact happened to have the "obsidian" field in its name.

The potential clue to that legendary treasure is unimaginably alluring to anyone in the Quaternary Age.

Even Finn, who had seen all kinds of big scenes in various parts of the Ferdia continent in his previous life, couldn't resist.

"I'm sorry, adventurer, since this man has been personally declared wanted by Grand Duke Magdaru, it means that he has indeed committed a serious crime worthy of our cross-border arrest, and the failure to notify the Lord of Dawnwind City in advance is purely because time is too short." After a while, Becrolle came up with a reason, and then explained to Finn, "Besides, our capture of him should have nothing to do with your adventure, so why should you meddle in this matter that has nothing to do with you?" ”

"But I see blood running down Glens' shoulder, wouldn't you be too rough in your way of helping Grand Duke Magdaru capture the fugitives?" Fein looked at Becroll coldly, "Or, like Glens said, you want to kill him?" ”

"That friend of yours named Glens has committed an unpardonable felony, and he is guilty of a dead death." Becrolle replied.

"Really?" Finn tilted his neck, "So, what crime did Glens commit that you think it wouldn't be too much to slash him to death in the wilderness in defiance of the territorial dignity of Aurora?" ”

"He ......" Becrolle was speechless for a moment.

"He killed Lord Magdaru's clan and deserves to die!" A mercenary hurriedly added a reason for Becroll.

As soon as the mercenary's voice fell, a row of black lines suddenly fell on Beckroll's forehead.

Finn's expression froze for a moment, and he almost laughed out loud on the spot.

"Hey, the personal guards of the Magdaru clan are at least in the second-order profession, I can't imagine that Glens, who was so chased by you, could kill Magdaru's clan alone under the noses of a few shadow squires." Finn looked at Beckrol and the mercenary behind him, grinning and sneering, "So, you mercenary group people, are you fools in lying?" ”

"No, it's not." The mercenary who had just wanted to help Beckrol round the field hurriedly opened his mouth to argue, "I mean—"

"Enough, don't talk about it!"

Bectrol stopped his men's stupidity with a dark face, and then glared at Finn with wide eyes.

"This adventurer friend, the struggle between the upper nobles is not something you can arbitrarily intervene in." Becroll's tone became fierce, "Listen to me, young man, as long as you don't get in the way of us, I'll treat us as if we hadn't met each other." If you insist on getting in the way of us killing this man, then I have to warn you that Lord Magdaru's revenge is far worse than a knife. ”

"In other words, you're so bad that you can't even make up a reason, right?" Finn shrugged his shoulders and placed his left hand on the hilt of the Whistling Blade as well, "So, Captain Bekrol, could you please return to the Grey Fir Principality with your Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment?" As I recall, no one in the territory of Aurora should be allowed to take someone's life illegally, not even the Lord of the City. ”

"What if I refuse?" Beclouer also brought the mace on his shoulder to his side.

"As a warrior of the god of justice, Gazteis, I think it is my duty to put an end to this injustice." Finn looked into Becroll's eyes and said word by word.

As he spoke, he grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and held the giant sword called Whistling Blade diagonally in front of him, assuming a posture ready for battle.

Seeing that the negotiations seemed to have broken down, more than a dozen mercenary strong men of the Black Tiger Mercenary Group also tightened their respective weapons with Bekror.

Arroyo and Arya, who were standing on the sidelines, tried to take Lilith to support Finn, but Finn waved them to stop them.

The miners of Jefferson, Glens, and Mellor Mine realized that the battle was about to begin, so they hurried to the side to avoid accidentally injuring themselves with their knives.

Finn and the Black Tiger Mercenary Group suddenly fell into a state of confrontation, and the battle seemed to be about to break out in a tense atmosphere.

"Captain, this guy is a paladin." A mercenary stood beside Becrolle with a spear in his hand, his mouth leaning over the latter's ear and whispering a reminder.

"I know." Becrolle frowned, "I see the badge on his chest, I still recognize the Templar logo. ”

"Then ......," the mercenary with the spear hesitated, "or shall we talk to him again?" After all, the two major forces of the Templar Church and the Duchy of Grey Fir are not objects that we little mercenaries can provoke. ”

"You don't have to." "As long as we kill all the people here, no one will ever know that an unknown young paladin has died in the wilderness." ”

"What do you mean?" The mercenary with the spear turned startled.

"Dead people don't speak." Becrolle replied in a cold and vicious tone.

With that, the mercenary leader grabbed the handle of the mace in both hands and took the lead in killing Finn.