Captain Fabian sat on a tall horse, shaking his head and smugly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Baron Dorne Daryla owed a large sum of money to the loan sharks and could not repay them, and the creditors entrusted them with the work of collecting the debts.

At first, these hooligans were still a little apprehensive, after all, the other party was a baron, no matter how poor he was, he had to have seven or eight knights under his command, plus the subordinates, and there were far more people who could fight than their squad.

In addition, the head of the regiment has already taken most of the elites to the south to beg for a living, and the strength of these people who stayed in the north with Fabian are mediocre, and he really has no confidence in working hard with a baron, and even if the other party owes money and does not conflict with him, as long as the door is closed, can these people under him still carry ladders to attack other people's castles?

But Captain Fabian took over the business anyway.

Not because of confidence in yourself and your men.

It's because there's a real lack of money.

These people are usually used to profligacy, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, but the reputation of the entire mercenary group is getting more and more stinky in the north, and it is rare to receive serious tasks.

The income is getting smaller and smaller, but the enjoyment cannot be reduced, and the group of hooligans is gradually sitting on the empty side, except for the bear man Talon who has been more obedient, the other team members have more and more complaints about Captain Fabian.

The hearts of the people are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

Fabian was feeling a lot of pressure.

Therefore, although it was difficult to find the baron to collect the debt, it was a lucrative business, but Fabian still took it head-on, and after gathering the manpower and equipment, he went directly to the door, ready to salute first and then soldier.

But what is life?

Life is one surprise, followed by another.

After meeting, Fabian felt that he was not doing well.

He hadn't pulled out a knife and stuck it on the other party's desk;

He hadn't tied the rope and pretended to hang himself on the door frame;

He hadn't threatened to set fire to the other party's house;

As a result, Baron Dorne saw their group of staring, pouting, and tattooed men breaking in menacingly, and he didn't say a word, and began to tell with a handful of snot and tears about the tragic experience of his business failure, betrayal, and separation, without even having any idea of resisting.

Many of Fabian's carefully prepared lines ended up being useless.

Fabian, who has been a professional hooligan for so many years, will certainly not let go of this opportunity for extortion, and seeing that the other party is weak, he led his subordinates to squeeze the last bit of resources in the hands of Baron Dorne, and finally exchanged the debt for the power to collect a special tax on his own in his territory.

What is a "self-imposed special tax"?

It's just to allow Fabian to go to the territory and rob them openly!

Baron Dorne, a coward, didn't even have the courage to face his own people, as long as he didn't let him come forward in person, he was left to Fabian to toss.

Now the common people in the territory have suffered.

Fabian led his men and took the tax increase document signed by Baron Dorne, and ran rampant in the baron's territory, taking whatever he liked.

And these lords under the baron are almost the same virtue as the baron, and they will only obey the promise, of course, Fabian's sword in their hands also plays a great deterrent role, so they can grab a lot of things everywhere they go.

It wasn't until they drove into the village where Sean had stayed that they met some resistance. Led by Chief White, Pinkerman, and Hunter Bailau Young, the villagers put up an organized but futile resistance to the Fabian gangsters.

These guys, armed to the teeth, are largely hand-to-hand against almost unarmed civilians. Soon the three leading men were hung from the tallest tree in the village and whipped with a whip dipped in water.

Then Fabian swept away the villagers' winter rations, money, and livestock, and loaded five carts full of them, along with what they had looted, to be sold in a nearby town for money.

Now the convoy was being escorted by the Fabian team, walking towards the place where Sean was ambushed.

As soon as they showed up at the corner of the avenue, they were spotted by Sean.

Sean picked up his hand crossbow, which had been inserted in the repeating box, and moved gently to the edge of the bushes with a low body, looking through the gap in the branches towards the road.

I saw five carts walking in turn, and there were twelve knights scattered in front of and on both sides of the convoy, and Sean, who had excellent eyesight, saw several acquaintances at a glance, all of whom had met in the tavern where the Bounty Hunters' Guild opened.

Talon the Bear walked at the front of the convoy on a pony that did not match his height, and his feet almost hung down to the ground, but the horse was born with a fat body and thick limbs, and it looked very powerful.

No wonder this giant man chose him as a mount, and ordinary horses really couldn't carry him.

The short captain, Fabian "Quickhand", rode a tall horse, wearing a pointed helmet, chain mail, a sword hanging from his waist, and a riding spear and shield in the saddle.

Sean knew that he was the most powerful member of the group, and wanted to aim the crossbow bolt at him first, but at this time, a man walking in front of Captain Fabian caught Sean's attention.

The man's horse did not look very good, worse than the pony of Talon and the horse of Fabian, and there was no cavalry gun in the saddle, except for a flirtatious shield with a silver cross on the left side.

He wore a white robe with the hem split from side to side for horseback riding, and from the open it was visible that he was wearing chain mail like everyone else, but on his head was not the usual chain mail toe, but a hood attached to the white robe.

The man controlled the speed of the horse with the reins in his left hand, and walked slowly to the left side of the convoy, half a horse ahead of Captain Fabian behind him. Instead of resting on the reins, his right hand carried an oak staff almost a man-length, topped with a pale blue crystal glittering in the light of dawn.

It turned out to be a mage.

Sean suddenly understood why this squad of the Blood Bat Mercenary Regiment only dared to run rampant in the territory of the barons, it turned out that in addition to fast swordsmen like Fabian and heavy swordsmen like Talon, there was also a mage in the team.

However, no matter how powerful a mage is, at such a close distance, he can only be a live target for Sean.

Sean quickly adjusted the direction of the crossbow in his hand, turning the crossbow arrow that was originally aimed at Fabian towards the mage.

A mage can be a huge help to the whole team, so he must be the first target.

Sean took a deep breath of the fresh air of the Dawn Mountains, held the powerful crossbow made by his mother steadily, and when the convoy approached, he suddenly pulled the trigger.

The iron-clad bolt shot out like lightning, heading straight for the mage's neck.