Because the scale of the clothing store is not large, and it is right on the main road, when Yang Long went out, there was already a large group of onlookers who did not know the truth. The obvious shouting just now, as well as the running and crying of the clothing store guys, made the residents on the street curious, and it didn't take long for the three floors inside and the three floors outside.

Located in the heart of the kingdom of Lordaeron, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere, the people of Tirisfal have been at peace for more than a hundred years. Even the Second Orc War, which nearly brought down the human kingdom decades ago, did not reach this worthless city, where the bloodiest thing its inhabitants had ever seen was the decapitation of some fugitives in accordance with the law.

In fact, even the owner of the clothing store didn't think about killing Yang Long, at most he cut off one of his hands and beat him, slandered and planted them and handed them over to the sheriff of the city. Who knew that when you met a butcher like Yang Long, what did it matter, as long as you dared to do it, it would kill you.

For the people who live here, for some reason, they kill people directly, and they kill several people in one kill. This kind of thing is really rare in a hundred years, which makes them feel scared and excited, and under curiosity, some people stop to watch, and others who take the lead naturally follow suit, and finally such a large group of people gathered.

After waiting for a long time, no one came out, and no one dared to enter the crowd to check, and just when people were waiting a little irritably, the door creaked open. A neatly dressed and handsome young man with long hair and a shawl walked out with a cloth bag, and his whole body exuded a smell of water vapor.

"Who is this?"

"What a beautiful child"

"Maybe it's a noble young master"

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Unlike what everyone originally imagined, the appearance of a big man covered in blood, Yang Long's indifferent and elegant image suddenly made the residents a little unable to react. Just like seeing a dancing and singing frog, the clothing store was silent before, and people's eyes were focused on Yang Long.

Naturally, the focus of the townspeople shifted from the clothing store to Yang Long's identity, appearance and temperament, and no one felt anything abrupt, so they stupidly watched Yang Long calmly walk into the crowd, and finally disappeared into the flow of people. It wasn't until the smell of blood from the clothing store came through the open door that the townsfolk came to their senses and remembered why they had gathered here.

After waiting for half an hour again, the brave man finally entered to check, only to find that there was no living person in the clothing store. Only then did the townspeople recall Yang Long, who suddenly appeared and left, and only then did they understand who the maker of this bloody scene was, and they were a little afraid to discuss it.

"That kid was the murderer just now?"

"How is that possible?!, such a small child?"

"It's so scary to think about it when I think about it just now, what if he breaks out and kills people"

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The crowd of onlookers gathered noisily for a while before slowly dispersing, everyone was a little excited and excited, especially those who had seen Yang Long, they all took this strange experience as a talking point, and took the trouble to brag about it. In a sense, Yang Long added some color to the boring life of the town's residents.

At the same time, the mayor, unaware of a castle in the west of town, was greeting a distinguished guest.

As the birthplace of the kingdom of Lordaeron, for the absolute security of the capital and the royal family, the administration of the Tirisfal Glade was not controlled by the nobles, but by the officials assigned to the lower administrative officials. Today, thousands of years later, however, most of the appointed officials are under the control of the great nobility, and this remote town is no different.

As a fourth-order lower guardian warrior, the mayor of Barton, who is already in his sixties, has absolute power in the town, and because the mountains here are high and far away, and there are no valuable specialties and natural resources, he has been forgotten by the great nobles. The years of aristocratic life made this originally rude old warrior look very majestic and noble, and the inhabitants respected and feared him even more than King Terenus.

But at this moment, this noble lord, who is usually high, stands at the dining table in the castle like a servant, constantly bringing all kinds of very delicious food from the shelves behind him, and respectfully delivering it to the man sitting at the right of the table. There was not even the slightest dissatisfaction in his eyes, and his face was full of flattering smiles.

"Old Barton, is this what you call efficiency?" and a skillful fork made of sterling silver picked up a piece of roasted meat that had been roasted crispy and fragrant, and had been cut to the right size, and put it in his mouth. The man who was sitting and eating slowly chewed the food, and rebuked with some dissatisfaction: "Miss Lin has been through the teleportation array for a whole day, and you actually told me that I couldn't find anyone, huh?!"

"My lord, my subordinates have sent all the people out to search, but the forest is so big that there is really no way to find it!" Mayor Barton kept breaking out in cold sweat on his forehead, but he didn't dare to take out a handkerchief to wipe it, so he could only let the beads of sweat hang on his eyebrows and beard: "Please forgive me a few days."

The man who reprimanded Barton was not very old, he looked like he was only about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and his strength was only about the third order. If it were a normal change, a professional of this level would not dare to fart in front of Patton. However, once he had the title of "Captain of the Grove Family Guard", Barton did not dare to resist even if he ate the courage of an ambitious leopard.

"What the hell! When did the Grovee family have a young lady named Lynn Grovefi?" Barton cursed secretly in his heart, but the smile on his face became even brighter, beckoning to the servant who was transporting the food behind him, took a bulging package and handed it to both hands: "This is a little bit of the subordinate's heart for the adult, please accept it!"

Half a day ago, this third-order warrior named Amijie in front of him led a team whose strength was no more than about the first order and kicked open the door of the mayor's castle. Having taken out the letter bearing the crest of the Grove family, Barton spilled out almost all of his men and went into the forest to find the so-called Miss Lyn Grovefe.

As a city under the complete control of the Grovefi family, Barton would send a large amount of tribute and congratulatory gifts every year, and he had never heard of a noble lady named Lynn at all. However, it was impossible for the Grovefe family emblem to be faked, and nothing was found in this short day, which made Barton very stressed.