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“Turnaround！！”

A gruff voice came from behind him. Alan tried to turn his head slowly, but the cold thing behind his neck instantly tightened a little, and he had to raise his hands and look into the frightened eyes of the bread stall owner.

“Areyoudeaf？！Fuckingturnaround！！”

The gruff voice turned into a roar. Alan still didn't understand what the man was saying, but he could tell that the man seemed to be angry. After hesitating, he moved his gaze to the walls on the left and right, and the firelight printed five blurred shadows.

"Knights, they're making you turn around. The boss reminded in a whisper in lingua franca.

Alan stared at the boss's frightened little eyes and slowly turned away. He felt his shoulders and legs stiffen, and his right hand, though off the hilt, was still in an excellent position to draw his sword, and he would attack those who were holding him behind him as fast as he could.

"Looks like I guessed right, you're not from Eridu. ”

Alan turned around to see Mike and Sersi with their hands tied behind their backs, and after making sure they weren't hurt, he turned his gaze to the man who had just spoken the lingua franca. The guy had amber pupils, as sharp as a cat, and under his long, skinny cheeks, a tuft of short, lean short beard carefully trimmed into a prismatic shape, and his lingua franca with a strange accent seemed to be in a class of its own.

And the number in front of him was the same as he expected, and with a short beard, there were five knights in sword and armor, their armor was unusually beautiful, and the coat of arms carved with oak leaves on them, except for the two who escorted Mike and Sercy, the other three had helmets tucked under their armpits, which were lined with brightly colored feathers, which seemed to come from peacocks, or the tails of wild roosters, and behind their backs were short cloaks instead of traditional burqas, which were embroidered with oak leaf coats of arms in gold thread, and Alan did not recognize which family the coat of arms came from.

Indeed, they are already far from Nippur.

"Knight, answer me, you are not from Eridu. The man opened his mouth again, his tone becoming noncommittal.

"Oh, is it?" Alan smiled at him, raising the corners of his mouth, "but you've guessed that we're not from Elidu, wouldn't it be a bit redundant if I answered with you?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a brief staring, smiled contemptuously. "Takethethreesonofbitchaway!" he waved at the servant beside him.

Alan was almost forcibly dragged off the street, the worn moccass on his feet leaving a shallow mark on the floor.

A knight dragged him around a corner, and came to a white-lime whitewashed house, where several horses perched in the corner, a short beard with a strange accent, and one of the white stallions with black spots on his forehead, and immediately wearing light horse armor, which was also branded with oak leaf coats of arms.

As the reins shook, he was placed on horseback, and as he galloped, he felt like a girl who had been taken captive, and the destination of these men was some cottage, or a den of bandits hidden deep in the forest, but the truth was that in a few moments he was torn off his horse and thrown to the tamped dirt.

"Phew, I want to fight you!!," Alan cried out as he spat out the mud from his mouth.

In response, one of the knights took his helmet and put it on his head, and drew a broadsword from his waist, raising the shield into place, while Eren had nothing but the sword at his waist. He swallowed his saliva, calculating in his mind whether the black steel sword could pierce through the hard armor.

"Think it through, stranger. Shortbeard rode on his horse and laughed in a lame lingua franca, "Do you need me to borrow you a pair of armor?"

"Let go of me and you'll regret it, mustache!" Alan tried to break free of his tied hands behind his back, casting a disdainful look at the man on the horse.

"Lethimgo!" the short-bearded man commanded.

After the rope was untied, Eren moved his hands and feet, and in the meantime, he scanned his surroundings. They seem to have been taken to a garrison, east of the town, where a handful of tents stood on a wide meadow, and behind it was a high wall with a tall tower and a few stone forts that were not too tall, and fluttering pennants with oak coats of arms.

"Aren't you ready?" exclaimed the shortbeard, tilting his head impatiently.

"If I win against your men, you'll have to let us go!" Alan shouted as he drew his black steel sword.

"No problem!" shouted the bearded man, "and besides that, I'll send you three good horses, enough food to walk home, and if you win nicely, I'll even send someone to escort you back!" he smiled, "provided you win my servant before you win me!"

When the words landed, Allen took the lead, and the black steel sword walked in unison in the evening sun, and a red dust cloud was raised by the sword wind. As he approached his target, he aimed his blade at the center of his eyebrow and stabbed straight through.

On the other side of the undulating field, a flock of crows flew up from the edge of the distant forest, and in this moment, everything was extremely quiet.

Shortbeard spun off his horse, and his servant raised his shield, still standing in place, but a wail rang out behind him.

"Quick! Get on the horse!"

In a panic, Selsey and Mike were pulled onto the horse by Allen, and then the reins shook rapidly, and the strong stallion galloped, and the two reflected for a moment before they realized that Allen's real target was the knight behind him, who picked the man's calf and snatched the unfortunate horse.

"Alan, aren't you going to duel?!" Mike on horseback looked a little overwhelmed.

"You're crazy?!" Alan shook the reins and turned his head, "That guy wears so thick armor, you let me go and duel him!What are you kidding?!"

Suddenly, a shrill whistle sounded behind him.

The war horse jumped up sharply, and the three people who were caught off guard were thrown off their horses, fell heavily to the mud, and then were bounced high by inertia, and when they rolled several times, and finally stopped, the neighing of the war horse and the cold spear tip had already surrounded the three of them.

"Don't! don't!" Alan rolled over and raised his hands, "Just kidding, the real duel will start soon!"

"You're not a knight at all!" roared Shortbeard as he looked at the stranger on the ground.

"You're right!" Alan squeezed a twisted smile at him, "I'm a wanderer, I just wanted to play a joke on you!"

"You're sorry for that beautiful saber at your waist!"

"If you can!" Mike stood up and looked at the short beard with a fierce look, "I'll duel with you on the same terms as just now, and if I win, give us three good horses, and plenty of water and meat!"

The shortbeard looked at the naked man in front of him, and after a brief look, he waved his hand at the knights around him.