After more than four hours of running, he still did not reach Cotton Village. Anthony was a little impatient, the head of the gang of robbers was like a carrot on a stick, and Anthony was eager to eat but could not reach it. Anthony was becoming more and more anxious and impatient, and his patience was being worn out bit by bit.

"Haven't you arrived yet?" He yelled at the cavalry beside him.

"General, look at the direction of the pathfinder, it's fast, according to the current speed of our advance, it will take thirty minutes at most!" One of the horsemen replied with a glance at the pathfinder.

"Speed up!"

More than twenty minutes later, Anthony stood in front of the devastated village.

All the cotton fields in the village have been burned down, and most of the houses have been burned down, leaving only some charred and broken walls. Flames can still be seen burning from time to time in some buildings, corpses strewn across the village roads, and only charred human figures or charred bones are barely discernible from the remains of houses.

The soldiers were filled with indignation when they saw such a tragic situation. Anthony was also indignant, however, he was angry that he failed to catch a few robbers.

Although it was obviously impossible for the village to be alive, Anthony ordered the soldiers to search and rest for food and fresh water.

In groups of soldiers, they searched through the ruins of the village. There were no belongings, no cloth, no food, and only a few dried meats that had been burned by the fire were found. However, the well in the village was not contaminated with blood, and Anthony ordered the people to find a few pots, boil some dry food and dried meat to fill their stomachs and rest.

Anthony had eaten nothing, and his mind was now full of chagrin and regret, and he wished to find the bandits at once—he couldn't wait to show off his nobility and military prowess as a worthy heir to the title with a bloody justice.

It was cold and windy outside, and the cooks who accompanied the army cooked and distributed to the soldiers in the executive's house—it wasn't warm either, but it had at least a roof. The executive's house was made of stone

The executor of Cotton Village died in armor in the antechamber of his house, and a dead woman was found in the atrium—presumably his wife. Anthony couldn't name the village executive, but he vaguely remembered seeing him when he was very young. He ordered the war-dead executive to be buried with his wife at the entrance of the village, and paid his respects at their graves.

The cronies looked at their master in bewilderment, the master has always been arrogant, and has a stronger arrogance than the average nobleman - he will not easily salute someone with a lower status than himself, even if he is dead. Anthony found the suspicious gaze of his cronies, he raised his eyelids, and said in a deep voice: "Didn't you notice, the fatal injuries of the dead in the village are all in the back, and they are often fatally stabbed in the face. And he was armed with a sword, and mortally wounded in eight places, and died on his back. Others were hacked to death on the way to escape, but this executive officer was different - he fought valiantly, for the duke, for the Zammir, for the village, and for his family. Warriors who fought and died for the faith of justice deserve this tribute. With that, Anthony turned and left. When the soldiers nearby heard this, they couldn't help but be in awe of Anthony and the executive officer who died in battle, and they also stepped forward to salute.

"General! Checkmate! The cook, who accompanied the army, called out to Anthony eagerly with a spoon.

"What happened? Did you find any clues about that gang of criminals? Anthony asked urgently, an expectant look on his face.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you, General." Anthony's face suddenly turned cold.

"Say, you'd better have something important."

"General, we found some noise under a fallen wall in the executive's house, I don't know what is inside, the soldiers dare not open it easily, and I ask you to give the order to decide." The cook said.

"It could be some kind of monster, let's go, go over and take a look!" Anthony replied absentmindedly.

The cook took his general to the executive's house. The fallen wall was located in the kitchen, and the chimney in the kitchen had collapsed with a large section of the wall, and the heavy slabs and stones were scattered on the stove and floor. "General! Listen! There was the sound of something scratching the wall down there, and the 'thump' of banging. ”

Anthony leaned down, his ears pressed against the stone slab, and sure enough, he heard a staccato scraping and tapping sound. Anthony got up and ordered: "Come a few people, lift the slate, and the rest of the weapons are unsheathed, be careful!" ”

Several large men with strong bodies stepped forward, shouted a trumpet, and used all their strength to move the stone slab away. A few people cleaned up the dust and floating dirt, and a floor door came into view.

Anthony made a silent gesture, his eyes motioned for several people to open the floor door, and the soldiers around him unconsciously clenched their weapons, beware of impending danger.

As the door panel opened, the tension rose to a climax. The light shone into the doorboard, and there was a sharp "Ah! The sound came from below. A young girl was lewd in the corner, her left hand covering her eyes, her right hand in front of her, her simple sleeves torn wide, revealing her slender arms.

The girl trembled and asked in a low voice, "Who is here?" ”

Anthony did not answer, but motioned for a soldier to come forward and answer: "We are the troops of Anthony Wolf, the eldest son of the Duke of Benwolf, who are you?" Survivors of Cotton Village? ”

The girl first straightened her clothes, and then replied calmly: "Back to this gentleman, I am the only daughter of Ronan Skeeter, the executive of Cotton Village, Anna Skeeter. Her mother is Lily Greeter Skeeter, the third daughter of the Greon family. The father had a knighthood during his lifetime, and Cotton Village was his father's fief, so he acted as an executive. ”

When Anthony heard that he was a member of the aristocracy, he immediately said, "Bring Miss Skeeter here!" Fast! ”

It was only in the sunlight that Anthony looked at the girl in front of him. The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, tall and slender. The girl was dressed in a plain white cloth skirt decorated with golden ears of wheat woven with gold threads. On the upper body, he wears a pair of red dye-dyed fur turned outward leather shoulders, with a running wolf embroidered on the left side of the shoulder, and a dragon fire tree fruit embroidered on the right side, which is thought to be Ronan's family crest. The girl had long, pale blonde hair, but it was coiled high backwards. She has fair skin and blue pupils. 'What a noble lady. Anthony thought to himself.

"Miss Skeeter, under Anthony Wolf, Miss is safe now. Sorry, though. Miss's parents have been killed, please mourn. I have already buried the two of them, at the entrance of Cotton Village. Your father fought valiantly, and I buried him with his armor, and I stood before their graves with his sword, as a tribute. ”

Anna actually knew the fact that her parents had been killed, but Anthony's sudden mention of it still made her tremble sadly. But Anna quickly stopped her grief, she had been sad enough for the past two days. Now, Anna wants her parents' killers to pay the price.

"Thank you, Mr. Wolf, for I know a little bit about those murderers, and I want to tell you—I believe that only you have the power to bring those robbers to justice."

When Anthony heard this, he was even more intrigued, and he admired the girl: "Yes, that's what I'm here for. Dear Miss, please have a detailed chat with me. But... Anthony stopped talking.

"I want to see justice done!" Anna Skeeter emphasized.

"You're going to get what you want, and you deserve it, miss."