"Run, run, run, keep running, don't you run, why do you stop? Oh, I'm going to go, I'm angry." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" The Marquis was pointing at the herdsmen who were squatting on the ground with a horsewhip. Wearing plate armor, he couldn't catch up with those people at all, and if it weren't for the outstanding performance of the knights of those wealthy aristocratic families, he would have really let them escape. The herdsmen were squatting together, their horses had been taken away by the knights, and Uncle Sam, who had seen the power of the "Red Panther Knights", was now paralyzed on the ground.

"Knight, we are all ordinary herdsmen, so we will naturally be afraid when we see you. A young herdsman's face was full of flattery.

"Hey, huh, squat down for me!" Celt raised his whip high, and the herdsman quickly crouched down with his head in his hands.

Celtic brought his mount to the herdsmen and shouted, "Do you know who we are?" and the herdsmen quietly turned their heads to look at the military flag, which looked at it from such a close distance, and the leopard color on it was very harsh.

"Lord Knight, aren't we Satya allied with you Osland, why are you still fighting us?" muttered another blinded herdsman.

Celt turned his head to the questioner and chuckled contemptuously. "Yes, Satya and Oslan are allied. But you're not Satya citizens anymore, you know?"

Ahh "What do you mean by that?" the herdsmen were so bold that they began to gossip in front of the knights, and some even said that it was an excuse that the knights had come up with to attack them. The people who lived on the grassland were louder, and it seemed that they had not taken into account the darkening faces of the knights around them.

"Stop, stop, what are you doing? Rush to the market, squat!" Celtic tore open his throat and scolded, these people really didn't take themselves seriously, and they met such a group of stunned young people in the first battle with this soldier.

"Your lord, Viscount Edwin, hmm...... Viscount or Baron?" asked Celt back, and the knight behind him had to answer him cheekily.

"Oh, I can't even remember how angry you guys are with me. Viscount Edwin has betrayed the Satya Empire and taken refuge in the Land of the Sun. So now we are enemies, not only we Oslan are your enemies, but sooner or later the Satya Empire will send troops against you. But out of chivalry, we don't kill civilians, but we in Jory can't come all the way to you empty-hand......ed, can we?" Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

The faces of the herdsmen on the spot changed from shock to fear and then to anger, and several young herdsmen could no longer listen to it anymore when they heard this, and they all stood up one after another: "You liar! Viscount Edwin could not betray the Satya Empire! Besides, even if he wants to be a traitor, our men on the grassland will be the first to refuse!"

The herdsmen agreed again and again, saying that they would never accept the fact that the country of surrender was on the day of surrender. Celtic did not anticipate this outcome, and originally thought of robbing their flock of sheep to make preserved meat as rations for the next few days, but it turned out that they were so troubled that it was unlikely that they would rob them openly.

"Well, I knew I wouldn't have told them so much. Celtic looked at the scene in front of him, so he had to hide and sigh.

The leader of the Red Panther Knights approached and suggested, "Commander, why don't we change our target?" and if we're lucky, we'll be able to get to the next grazing spot before dark." ”

Celtic glanced back at the flock of sheep they had thrown far behind, and that was all there was to it. If you meet the next wave of grazing, don't say anything, grab the sheep first, and then talk nonsense with them. Otherwise, according to the standards of chivalry in their hearts, they really can't rob these indignant herdsmen.

Celtic only felt weak, and raised his hand to greet the knights. However, when they tried to retreat, the plot changed again. Several herdsmen held the knight's reins tightly and did not let them go, and they were required to explain the matter.

"Lord Knight, I don't think you look like bad people, please tell us clearly, is this Edwin really betrayed the country and betrayed the people?" Uncle Sam stopped Celtic.

Celtic had lost the strength to resist these Diao people, so he had to answer him truthfully: "Yes, he not only took refuge in the Land of the Sun, but also deceived the gates of Randall, causing Randall to fall quickly. ”

Uncle Sam sat down on the ground and was stunned for a moment. Celt didn't want to say anything more to them, and beckoned the knight to leave. Uncle Sam stood up violently and stopped them again, and this time Celtic's temper was unbearable, and his face immediately darkened. Uncle Sam didn't care what his face was, "Lord Knight, if it is true that Edwin has become a traitor, as you say, we are willing to lead the way for you." We know how to get to the Sphinx!"

The old man's words puzzled Celtic, under normal circumstances, don't the inhabitants of the noble realm listen to the lord's words? What's more, they only know that their lord does not know their king, and these herdsmen in front of them don't seem to be using tricks against them, what is going on?

It turned out that the Sphinx region was vast, and the authority of the lord was basically not felt by the herdsmen who were constantly on the move. Here, the lord's taxes could not be collected properly. Therefore, Edwin can only collect all kinds of taxes in Sphinx City that he can't usually collect, and compared to these herdsmen, this kind of thing that usually doesn't know that they need to pay taxes. But when you arrive in Sphinx City, there is first an entrance fee, then a trade permit fee, then an animal shovel tax, and you have to collect another exit fee when you leave the city. The smashing of these strange taxes made Edwin's heart dark, and the dozens of sheep he often brought into the city at one time had to pay several silver coins at a casual convenience.

So in the hearts of these herdsmen, Edwin is just a black-hearted lord, but what they don't know is that it is actually because of Edwin's great achievements that their lives are constantly improving, and a trading town on the grassland can attract caravans from various countries on the continent every year. A good horse can only be sold for a good price if it is Bole, and they will not understand that if it were not for Edwin, a thousand-mile horse they have worked so hard to raise might only be sold for a few gold coins.

But it was because they didn't understand that Celtic and others had a chance. Directly opened the door to the Sphinx.