Soon, the village chief here arrived in a hurry.

When he arrived at the scene, although he was still a little out of breath all the way, he immediately looked around.

In fact, even if the other party is not a visitor from Meiquan, but just a passing little nobleman, he, a civilian village official without aristocratic status, is not willing to provoke the other party casually.

Although it is difficult for the strong dragon to suppress the ground head snake, but for the ground head snake, it is definitely not an interesting thing to meet the strong dragon across the river.

And the moment he saw Luo Ming, his pupils contracted instantly.

Not long ago, as the head of a village, he had the privilege of witnessing Count Schönbrunn.

On that day, Luo Ming wore a magnificent robe, a tall military uniform, a silver crown mixed with gold decorations, and held a scepter inlaid with precious stones, as the new ruler, and held a ceremony to enter the city.

When he became the county guard, someone came to the scene and sent a batch of horses with strong bodies mixed with the blood of monsters - although it was not suitable for battle, it was enough to bluff people in size and momentum. In the eyes of the village chief, it was like a bull, and every step seemed to shake the earth.

Not only was the Count himself extraordinary, but the guards of honor around him, dressed in shining armor, armed with spears, halberds, and two-handed swords, all exuded a cold murderous aura and iron discipline.

As a relatively wealthy household in the village, under this feudal system, the village chief naturally bears the obligation to bring his own weapons and armor to participate in the battle whenever the lord summons him.

In order to make meritorious contributions, and in order to protect himself when he goes to the battlefield, and not to be killed casually, he has also practiced martial arts for more than ten years - although he is not too rich to completely lose production, he can only practice a little during the slack time, and there is no devil instructor forcing him to practice for several hours a day, but his skills are far from being comparable to others.

In the past, when he had a conflict with a neighboring village over water, he used a threshing long pole flail to knock over three young men, and became a hero in the village, and now the villagers still occasionally boast about his deeds.

But the moment he saw those honor guards, he only felt ashamed of himself.

Even if you don't mention the difference in armor, their figures, muscles, unmistakable movements, vague fighting spirit, and that murderous aura...... The village chief had only imagined the possibility of fighting them for a moment, and he had already begun to tremble.

And such an elite soldier, in front of that adult, is only worthy of being a guard of honor, as a green leaf of flowers.

And now, although Luo Ming was dressed much more simply than he had been that day, with most of the glittering decorations removed, and no silver crown on his head, replaced by a top hat, the village chief swore that he would never be mistaken.

The fact that the lord liked the military and often wore military uniforms himself had long since spread, and now many nobles in the county began to imitate this fashion.

But even the style of the robe on the outside is the same, and there is a suspicion of impersonation - other nobles definitely don't have the courage to do this.

Although it was a cold winter, cold sweat immediately broke out on the village chief's forehead, and he immediately fell to the ground.

This is a bit undignified, since in theory, freedmen would only have to get down on one knee when they saw the king.

But theories are just theories after all, and although Luo Ming is not a king, he is not much different from a king in this county. Being called over by such a big figure must not be a good thing, where does he dare to slack off.