Byrne and the others waited outside the entrance of the village for twenty minutes without anyone paying attention to them, which made the straight-tempered Foreman unable to sit still any longer.

"Bourne, the three villages here are your territory, but the two villages to the south are my territory, I'm going to visit my territory, I haven't seen my mother and sister in more than a year. ”

Foreman stood up, beckoning his two servants to prepare their horses in armor, apparently to force their way into the village and return home.

Because the eleven villages were arranged in a north-south order at the foot of the hill to the west, and a small river separated all the villages from south to north on the west side of the river, Foreman, even if he wanted to go to his own village in the south, had to pass over the bridgehead at the entrance of the only village, and then he could go around to the other two villages on the south side.

Byrne wanted to stop it, but he stood up and sat down again, he actually had anger in his heart, although he didn't mind the brothers and sisters of the Freedom Council begging for a living in their own territory, but these people at least knew his Byrne's name, right? After all, he was the one who brought a stable living environment to so many people.

The two knights recruited by Foreman were Saxons from the north, and both had good tactical skills, and soon put on their armor, mounted their horses, and followed Foreman to the wooden bridge at the entrance of the village.

"I'm Foreman, the knight lord of Heran and Keeler, you get out of the way immediately, don't cause unnecessary trouble!"

Foreman didn't pull out his weapon, he felt that just the three of his three armors were enough deterrent, because anyone with a little military common sense knew that if the three all-armored knights really sprinted, the dozens of people at the entrance of the village would not be able to stop them at all.

However, the leader of the militia at the entrance of the village shouted very solemnly: "Third-class knight Foreman, stand back immediately! Otherwise, he will be punished for treason!"

“.........”

"What the hell do you know who it is? And you bastard won't let me go?"

Foreman's eyes widened for a few seconds, and after reacting, he immediately scolded.

The militia leader at the entrance of the village softened his tone, "Brother Foreman, I saw you once in Massa, but now I can't let you come, someone has already gone to Councillor Savile, you wait quietly for a while, don't cause any more trouble." ”

"Bastard, you're causing trouble......."

"Foreman, come back and sit down, everything will be clear when Savile returns!"

Foreman tried to argue any further, but Byrne called him back sternly, and sat there silently, his gloomy face so gloomy that no one dared to continue to say anything.

But they waited until it was dark, and it was not until it was completely dark that a few torches moved down the hill behind the village.

The three figures rushed to Byrne and the others, and the militia team that passed through the entrance of the village ran over with a smile, hugged Byrne and got acquainted, and kept patting his back with both hands, looking very enthusiastic and happy.

"Byrne, why didn't I write in advance when I came to Lorraine? Didn't you say that you had learned to write letters in your last correspondence? You must know that if you came early, I would have picked you up in Nancy City. ”

Byrne gently pushed Saville away and said lightly, "Do you know that the Marquis of Lorraine has arrived in Nancy City?"

Savile nodded silently, "Yesterday I got the news that the Marquis had arrived in Nancy, but I remember that you said you wanted to stay and work in Nasser's liaison office, but why did you suddenly come back today?"

Byrne didn't answer Savile's question, but raised his chin at the militia at the entrance of the village, and asked coldly, "What does this mean, since you know who we are, why don't you let us go home?"

"How can I not let you go home? They are afraid that they have mistaken the wrong person, and you know, this is surrounded by the territory of other nobles of Lorraine, and we are outsiders, so it is right to be cautious. ”

Savile tugged at Charles' arm and walked into the village, the militia at the gate trying to say something, but was too frightened by his stern gaze to squeak. The militia was also squeezed out of a passage by Savile, and Foreman, Severed Finger, Gerson, and others followed through the trail.

"Savile, I'm going to see my mom and sister, you send someone to take me!"

After entering the village, Forman, who was already on fire, could no longer suppress the longing for his family in his heart, and wanted to go home first.

"Foreman, you must have been hungry after sitting outside for so long, how can I let you go home hungry? I've already prepared dinner........"

"No, I'm going home first!"

"Oh, that's not good, we haven't seen each other for so long, we always have to have a drink first, I remember you drank a lot, come on, take off your armor first, what are you doing with your sword when you get home?"

"I, say, I, want, first, go home!"

Foreman narrowed his eyes and said word by word, his palm touching the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Somehow just now, Foreman always felt a little panicked in his heart, and now he was even more panicked.

Byrne looked into Savier's eyes and said slowly: "Savile, send someone to send Foreman home, he misses his mother!"

"Okay!"

Savile spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "I also prepared good wine! But it seems that my mother's cooking is the warmest." ”

Severed Finger continued: "Savile, I'm going to go home and talk to my wife about Foreman and Lisa's marriage, so I'm not going to be with you." ”

The sailor also stepped on the horse's back and looked at Savile coldly, "I haven't seen my family in two years, you'd better not let anything happen to them, or you know the consequences!"

Several of them fled with their knights, leaving only Byrne and Gerson.

"Bourne, do you want to go home first?"

Byrne looked at Savile coldly, "No, I think you should have a lot to say to me!"

A few minutes later, in a very ordinary courtyard, Byrne and Savile sat alone in a room, while Gerson, who was alone, still served as a guard.

"Tell me! What's going on?"

Savile first poured a glass of water for Bourne, propped his elbow on the table and looked at Bourne for a while, before slowly asking, "Some people say that you resold spiritual power potions in Nasser, and deducted and embezzled a lot of money without permission, is there such a thing?"

Byrne didn't panic or be stunned, he just watched Savile silently and didn't speak.

After a while, Saville couldn't hold it anymore, shook his head and said: "Anyway, I don't believe it, but we received a notice from Nasser a few days ago, one of the new heads, Shabbir Guteoff, and the secretary Lambier jointly reported that you colluded with Count Bayonne in the transaction of spiritual power potions, causing great losses to the organization, and there is also a suspicion of killing the previous contact, and we want to notify you to surrender to the Knights immediately after we meet you, and wait for the follow-up investigation." ”

"Neither I nor the person in charge of New Lake Town believe this, after all, your Byrne's reputation for integrity is well known within the organization, but he has to list you as a dangerous person for the sake of caution, and only after the results of the investigation can this misunderstanding be resolved. ”

"I didn't take a copper coin for myself, but I know that the former head of the company, Polka, embezzled some of the public funds, but I have no evidence. ”

Savile nodded thoughtfully, "Byrne, can you still discuss the matter of cooperating with the Marquis of Lorraine about the spiritual power potion now? ”

"I don't know ....... this"

"Uh..... Woo...... Woo!"

Byrne didn't finish his sentence when a continuous trumpet sound suddenly sounded outside, and the direction of the sound was the two villages to the south, Foreman's territory.

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