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George Luther rode at the front of the line;

At this time, he was close to Finney's territory, and fields of wheat appeared in front of him, and the waves of wheat were rolling on both sides of the road, and the fragrance of fresh malt mixed with the fragrance of the earth rubbed into the noses of the people;

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"Well, what an intoxicating taste," said George Luther, who was in a good mood, took a deep breath and spit it out:

"This year's harvest will be very good"

"You say yes, Hans?"

Hans Dark, with his back straight, rode on his horse and was at the head of the convoy on the left side, when he heard a voice bowing his head slightly and saying:

"Yes, a good vintage"

"The serfs should be able to eat enough this year" He is a kind-hearted man, but he also has his own troubles:

The noon meeting was once again wrong! Hans Darker felt empty every time he thought about this:

I'm afraid Jazz is disappointed in himself right now, right?

"George did a good job!" he glanced at his good friend, his face even more old-fashioned.

Highbury rode on the right side, looking at the expressions of the two people, and sneered in his heart:

"Two lucky guys!"

Highbury is very jealous of the origin of these two people, if he had such capital, he would have developed a long time ago! At least it is stronger than now!

"What two lucky guys!"

But he also knows that this jealousy must be buried deep in his heart and cannot be revealed.

The crowd marched silently on the road;

On an autumn afternoon, the sun is blazing, the air seems to be burning, and the grass on the side of the road is hanging its head listlessly.

Little Hubby wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, rode the pony with a sword hanging from his waist, and rode forward:

"Uncle Highbury, how long are we going to go?"

Highbury untied the water bag from the saddle, pulled out the plug and poured it, feeling a lot more comfortable, before turning his head and laughing:

"What's the matter, lad?"

"Are you tired?"

The son of a tavern owner, just because Sir happened to be living there for a while, was climbed by them and got the position of a personal attendant!

Lucky guy!

However, this little boy is not a threat at the moment, and can be his ally;

After all, those two senior squires, Hans and George, were friends from childhood to adulthood, and if they wanted to gain a foothold in the territory, they also needed the support of allies.

Thinking so, the smile on Highbury's face was even gentler, like an uncle next door.

"No, I'm fine!" said Little Hubby, who immediately denied it.

"I'm just worried that I won't be able to get to the place at night, there is no place to camp"

"Oh?" Highbury stroked his beard, winked and smiled:

"Well, young man, Uncle Highbury can tell you that it's almost ... ”

As they were talking, the two of them heard a loud shout from in front of them:

"Feeney Town has arrived!"

"Is it here?" said little Hubby, who immediately turned his head and looked ahead:

In the middle of the golden wheat field, a beautiful town appeared in front of everyone, with blue stone walls, green groves, and even the roofs of houses within the walls.

"What a nice place!" said Little Hubby, who heard Uncle Highbury sigh softly, nodded approvingly:

"You're right, Uncle Highbury, it's beautiful."

The captain of the guard, Highbury, smiled slightly, and without explanation, pointed to the group of people standing at the gate of the town:

"Guess who they are, young man?"

Little Hubby turned his head and looked:

Indeed, there was a group of people standing outside the gate of the town, and Little Hubie was a little puzzled:

"Who are they? I don't know."

"Uncle Highbury, do you know?"

Highbury laughed and didn't give a direct answer:

"You go and report to Sir first, you'll find out later!"

"I almost forgot!" said Little Hubby with a pat on the head:

"The most important thing now is to tell Sir that you have reached your destination!" and he didn't care about the other horses, and hurried backwards, stopping outside the carriage door:

"Sir, Finneytown has arrived!" thought for a moment and added:

"But outside the town, there are more than twenty people waiting there, I don't know what they do"

After waiting for a while, a lazy voice of Jazz came from inside:

"Let George take care of it"

"Then let's go straight to the castle!"

"All right, Sir!" said Hubby, who bowed to the order, and immediately ran to the front of the group:

"Sir George, Sir says we'll go straight to the castle" At this moment the convoy came closer to the city walls, and everyone saw the men blocking the doorway:

They were all well-dressed and superior people!, and then Little Hubby pointed to them and said:

"Jazz has you to deal with them!"

George Luther had already seen this group of people, and he was not surprised to nod directly at this time:

"I see"

When the convoy finally arrived at the gate of the town, a chubby middle-aged man standing at the front jumped out and tried to run towards the carriage:

"Whew!" a long sword stood in front of him!

"Ah!" the middle-aged fat man's face turned pale, and he almost fell to the ground, and hurriedly touched himself, and found that there was no place to hurt:

"No death! No bloodshed!"

The fat man looked up at the warrior sitting on his horse, and shouted:

"Do you know who I am?"

"You lowly soldier, how dare you hurt me!"

"I'm the steward of the castle, Lord Harry!"

George Luther looked at the fat man jumping up and down, what a stupid thing, he didn't even know that disaster was coming!

As I guessed, these people in front of me are the target this time!

If the fat man in front of him was the castle steward, then another important person, the captain of the castle guard, George Luther, swept slightly in the crowd behind him, and fixed his eyes on a tall and thin man:

"It's him!"

Although he had never seen it before, his intuition told him that this tall and thin man was a formidable warrior, and he suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled:

"It's fun!"

"I can't imagine that in addition to the waste of the housekeeper, there are really powerful characters!"

Let's go back to the castle first, George Luther coughed lightly and looked at the middle-aged fat man below:

"This is the caravan of the Honourable Sir Finney"

"Are you trying to assassinate you?"

Harry, the castle steward, was shocked when he heard this, and immediately denied it:

"You're slandering!"

"I'm the steward of the castle! How could I be an assassin!"

After speaking, he looked up and saw the contemptuous smile of the guards on the horse, so he reacted, blushed and said:

"Harry, steward of Finney's Castle, beg to see Sir

George Luther rode on his horse, and with a proud expression on his face, he behaved like a reckless nobleman:

"Oh, you're the steward of the castle, and why don't I know you?" the voice dragged on, and he let out a contemptuous laugh as he looked at the fat man's increasingly red face below:

"Whew!"

"You!" Harry, the castle steward, couldn't take it anymore:

"You this... ”

George Luther was not interested in knowing how he was scolded, so he raised his hand and shouted:

"Back to the castle!"

The convoy started again, leaving the group behind;

Harry watched the convoy enter the town, his face returned to normal, and he said to the tall, thin man next to him:

"Gree, it seems that the new Sir Finney is not easy to deal with!"

"At least it's harder than the old guy before!"

"Hmm" The tall, thin man named Gree, the captain of the castle's guard, nodded at this time:

"It's a bit of trouble!"

"But with the support of the Baron, Finney Collar has been completely controlled by us, and he can't turn the sky upside down!"

Harry apparently thought the same way, and Rin laughed:

"When the new Sir Finney realizes what is at stake in us, I will hang that boy and hang him!"

Gree was not interested in knowing the fat man's obscenity, and said directly:

"Let's go back too"

"I'll need to do some preparation to deal with a knight with a guard!"