The town's bell rang -

Bell, bell, bell!

In the silence of the night, the bells rang far and wide, startling countless animals hiding in the snow, and in the town, the lights appeared in the houses.

Po, poo......

Four or five tallow torches flickered from the flames, and from time to time a spark or two jumped, and not far away, some scrap wood that had been pulled out of the ruins by the young men of the Knights of the Phacharon completed their last function at this time—a huge bonfire was lit, bringing light to the surroundings, and shining brightly on the place where Dean and his party were.

And under the flames, the first man in the town appeared, a man in the prime of life, of medium stature, with a dark face, wearing only a shoulder-like leather jacket, and the exposed skin was dotted with mottled scars, indicating the identity of the other party: the blacksmith.

Every time he picks up the hammer and smashes it at the red-hot iron ingot, the sparks that splash it will bring some 'mark' to the blacksmith.

Most of the time, though, these are considered by the blacksmiths to be their own merits.

Every blacksmith is proud of it.

Now, however, the blacksmith's 'feats' were shaking rapidly—from his rapid breathing, and even though he held a hammer in his hand, the trembling arms clearly showed the timidity of his heart.

"Big, big...... You, who are you? ”

Under the light of the flames, the blacksmith saw the heavily armed Dean and his party clearly, and calmed down a little.

After all, bandits and mercenaries don't have such a strict and well-behaved appearance.

"The Fendi Collar was renamed Zelgaon Collar three days ago. I'm Dean. Willing. Zelgaon! ”

Dean looked at the blacksmith in front of him and said word by word.

"Raul has seen the lord!"

The blacksmith was slightly stunned, then immediately bent down excitedly and saluted, and then turned around and shouted loudly, "Everyone come out!" Come out, it's the new lord who has arrived! It's the new lord who has arrived! ”

The voice was loud and loud, and it was heard far away.

And the civilians who were still hesitating in their respective rooms walked out one after another after hearing such words.

But. Look at the civilians in front of you. The young men of the Knights of the Knights of Fecharon frowned - for they were all dressed too thinly.

If the blacksmith before was still strong and not afraid of the cold, then what happened to the children, the elderly, and the women in front of him?

Can you not be afraid of the cold?

There are a few quick responses. I immediately understood what was going on. He looked angrily at the former tax collector of Fendi. If it weren't for Dean's order, these young men would definitely go up and beat up this guy who wrapped himself tightly.

"I've seen the lord!"

A piece of black pressing. The civilians of the former Delfendi Lord, looking at the newly arrived lord, bowed down to greet him, but the body that shivered in the cold wind made such a greeting tremble.

"Siren, go and light a few more bonfires!"

Dean glanced at it and commanded directly.

Suddenly, Siren took a dozen soldiers into action, and the civilians of the former Fendi led watched in amazement at the actions of these young men in armor and solemn faces, and when a bonfire was lit between them, the faces of these civilians were even more surprised.

Obviously, they were a little puzzled.

After all, the previous lords were cold to them.

"Raul? Are you Raul? ”

Dean asked, looking at the blacksmith in front of him.

"Yes, my lord!"

The blacksmith immediately bowed and replied.

"Can you answer me something?"

Dean asked.

"Yes!"

The blacksmith looked a little nervous.

"It doesn't matter, it's just some questions, you just need to answer, and I can forgive you for any offense during the conversation!"

Looking at the other party's nervousness, Dean smiled and gave a promise.

"Thank you Lord for your generosity!"

The blacksmith immediately saluted again; The original tax collector, who was paralyzed next to him, seemed to have reacted at this time, and shouted loudly: "My lord, my lord, I said, I am willing to inform you!" Please, give me another chance! Please! ”

Dean gave the other party a cold look, nodded at Huck beside him, and suddenly, our deputy head of the regiment went up and kicked the tax collector to slide out of the place for some distance, and then, one tore off the other party's clothes, tore them into strips of cloth, and used some of them as ropes to tie them up, and the other part of them gagged the other party's mouth.

"What about the rest of the soldiers in the barracks?"

Dean turned his head to look at the blacksmith, and was pleasant again.

"Soldiers? They were a group of robbers, and after the burning of the Baron's mansion that day, we hid in the house and did not dare to come out until this fellow ......" said the blacksmith, who gave a vicious look at the former tax collector who was tied there, and then continued: "This fellow summoned us, and then the group began to loot us as much as we could, and everything that could be taken away was taken away; If it weren't for our desperate resistance, and the rush of those guys to leave, our wives, sisters, and daughters would have been taken by them! ”

The simple narrative made the faces of the young people of the Knights of the Knights of Fecharon change their faces.

Obviously, they know very well what the so-called will be if they are taken away.

Quack, quack!

Under the sudden force, the joints made a crisp sound, and Chad breathed heavily.

As we all know, Chad has a younger sister, and he is definitely a competent older brother, and the scene in front of him undoubtedly made the young Chad angry.

However, looking at the expressionless Dean, Chad restrained himself rationally.

"Where did they leave from?"

Dean asked.

"To the north, they're going to bypass the Tyre Territory and enter the depths of the snowy forest!"

The blacksmith said what he knew.

"Thank you Raul for telling me what I want to know!"

Dean walked over to the blacksmith. patted the other party's shoulder, this action immediately flattered the blacksmith, and he knelt directly on one knee and saluted.

"Bring that guy here!"

Dean motioned for the blacksmith to stand up, then shouted at Huck.

Our deputy head of the regiment, with one hand, as if carrying a little chicken, carried the other party over, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Bang!

There was a sound of silence. The former tax collector was thrown in front of his eyes.

And before he could react. The rags from his mouth were pulled out—

"Tell me, who are your accomplices, and if you want to fool me, you must have prepared a set of arguments. And a few strong witnesses, right? Don't tell me. It's because of your representations. Here it didn't happen big. Slaughter. Kill! I know better than you what a mercenary is! ”

As he spoke, Dean's foot stomped on the other's ankle, and then. Begin to exert yourself constantly.

"Ahh I said, I said, it was Hull, Delin, Jack, ......"

The original tax collector didn't have the slightest backbone, and Dean said what he was thinking, and the pain in his ankle made him directly say the names of several people.

Suddenly, there was a commotion among the civilians in front of him.

Obviously, these people still have some prestige among the civilians, and the blacksmith looked at them in disbelief and shouted: "Hull, Delin, Jack, you tell me, this guy is not true!" Be aware, my lord, they won't do such a thing! ”

"Chad took a few people to search the homes of these people!"

Dean commanded.

A few moments later, several money bags appeared, about sixty Kimptons—not a lot for a nobleman, but certainly not a fortune that a few commoners could have.

The blacksmith looked at the money bag, and suddenly, a paleness appeared on his dark face.

"Bastard!"

The blacksmith roared and rushed at several people, punching and kicking.

The beaten man, huddled there, no one dared to say anything, and none of the civilians around came to stop them, their eyes cold and full of hostility.

Dean ignored the beating beside him, and he looked at the tax collector again—

"You should know their route into the snowy forest, right? And you should know who they contacted, right? Otherwise, in the depths of the snowy forest in winter, it will be like hell! ”

Dean asked, the ball of his foot straining again.

This time, though, Dean opted for a different ankle.

"I know, I know, I know!"

The former tax officer said again and again.

"Huck is over to you! Let him spit out everything he knows! ”

Dean said, and the deputy head of the regiment immediately led the other party into the distance, and after about ten minutes, Huck walked back again; And the civilians looked at Huck with a little hunger and dodge - after all, for ten minutes, their ears were filled with the screams of the former tax collector.

"My lord, they entered the snowy forest from the northwest side of the Tyre Territory, and the people who responded were the centaurs of the 'Hammer of Riot' - I confirmed it three times, and I should not be wrong!"

Huck whispered, a grim look on his face.

Naturally, there is no problem with the previous words, but the 'Hammer of Riot' is quite a problem!

You must know that the other party is a number of bandits who can form a force in the depths of the snowy forest, not only the 'Hammer of Riot' himself is strong, but also the number of subordinates who can fight is more than 500.

With their current strength, fighting each other would be a blow to the other party, but if they didn't go if they knew about it, it would deal a blow to the prestige of Dean, the newly appointed lord.

Suddenly, our deputy head of the regiment fell into a dilemma.

"I see!"

Dean nodded indifferently, and then strode in front of the civilians.

"I'm Dean. Willing. Zelgaon, as the lord of Zelgaon, has an obligation to protect you, and I have the right to execute anyone who dares to invade. Guy who commits Zelgan collar...... Silen, go and hang that guy who colluded with the bandits at the gate of the town, and you accomplices who are willing to be bandits, now you are no longer part of the Zelgan Territory, take your families, get out! ”

Dean glanced at the civilians in front of him, and finally, on the blacksmith.

"Raul, I want you to organize a militia to temporarily guard your home......"

"My lord, what about you?"

The blacksmith asked, puzzled.

"If anyone dares to take on the bandits, then they are my enemies...... I'll hang their heads on my territory! Huck, the whole team, go on the march! ”

Dean said in a cold tone, and then, straight to the end, let out a loud shout.

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers of the Knights of Fecharon replied in a loud voice.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)