Rosie was just about to leave when he suddenly noticed two young guys on the right side of the crowd, dressed in the dark red gowns that the nobles loved to wear, and the patterns on the buttons indicated that they were from a count's family. The two look very similar, they should be brothers, and their hair color is not pure blonde, but mixed with some gray. At this time, the two young men unbuttoned their collars, their faces were red, and they were holding a handful of gold coins in their hands, and neither of them saw Rosie, arguing on the sidelines.

Rosie walked over and listened for a while, and it turned out that the two guys thought it was funny when they saw this scam, so they tried it casually.

The reason why a scam is called a scam is that there is a game in addition to a scam. Losing money is not a big deal, but there are people next to him who keep teasing these two nobles with words. Aristocrats are decent people, they want face, and young people are very impulsive, and a few words make the two unable to get off the stage. Although they only lose a few gold coins each time, they feel that they have lost people, lost face, and continue to bet and lose money in the competition. Start by blaming luck, then blaming others for getting in the way, and then blaming each other.

You blame me for not being able to see the movements clearly, I blame you for pointing fingers, and the two of them began to argue, and they both put the blame on each other.

There are many nobles in the imperial capital, and the commoners do not think that the nobles are so unusual, and the streets are full of nobles, and they have long been accustomed to it. They prefer to watch the excitement of these nobles, just like now, and the performance of the two lads is also the main reason why people are reluctant to leave.

They wanted to see if the two young and impulsive young men would end up fighting each other in anger or joining forces to beat up the stall owner.

Rosie thought about it first and confirmed that the two guys were not descendants of the nobility of the same camp. He had already met most of the nobles of Prince Fabio during this time, and the two young men were not of the same size, and their hair color was not right. The gray-haired bloodline comes from the natives of the Republic, and if the empire is divided into three equal parts, the Heinses aristocracy is adjacent to the Republic, and a large part of the nobles in his group are of Republican blood.

Once you've confirmed your goals, the rest will be easy.

The two young men argued for a while, and one of them closed his mouth and looked away with a mocking look on his face, his eyes secretly resting on the stall owner's hand. Another young man stared at the stall owner, who was quickly changing cups, and took out ten gold coins and pressed them against one of the cups.

There are also people around who bet, but these people are very smart and they never play with the nobles. Perhaps because of irritation and shame, neither young man noticed this.

I opened the cup again, and sure enough, I lost again.

"Aha, what the hell am I talking about, you're so stupid. ”

"Shut your dog's mouth, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson. ”

"What's the matter, do you want to hit me? or do you want to get beaten?"

Just as the two young men began to argue again, Rossi squeezed over with Hano.

"Buckle it up. "You are aristocrats, you should pay attention to your behavior. ”

The two young men turned to look at Rosie at the same time, and one of them frowned and scolded, "Just mind yourself, sir!"

Rosie pointed to the button on his neckline, "Ceremonial button, you are all nobles, you should pay attention to your demeanor." Do you know the code of nobility? In public, you should follow the code of nobility more strictly, and you should pay attention to your image. You represent the entire aristocracy, not one person, one family. ”

"Who wants you to be nosy?

The stall owner was not happy either, it was not every day that he encountered two stupid fat sheep, he stood up and looked at Rosie, "Dear sir, you have disturbed my business." ”

Rosie glanced at him, "Shut him up." ”

"Your will!", Hano kicked the stall owner in the stomach as soon as he lifted his foot, and he couldn't straighten up in pain. After following Rosie, and with good food and drink, Hano's physique quickly returned to the way he was before he was not addicted to gambling - the people who worked on the farm were strong and energetic. Coupled with the Holy Light Prayer and Martial Arts cultivation, Hano already met the standards of a lackey. Loyal, able to beat, with a tight mouth.

The crowd dispersed at once, but only apart, not away. They continued to watch, only a little farther away, forming a circle.

Rosie raised his hand and showed his ring, "I am the Imperial Etiquette Officer, and I have the authority to picket your misdeeds. According to....... Rossi paused at this point, took out the ceremonial officer's work manual from his pocket, flipped through a few pages, and read from the book, "According to Article 19 of the Imperial Code of Nobles, nobles should pay attention to their appearance in public, and Article 173 of the Imperial Code of Justice, the ceremonial officer has the power to picket any nobleman who commits wrongs. Rosie put down the manual, met the unkind eyes of the two young people, and said sincerely, "Please buckle your etiquette, thank you for your cooperation." ”

Hano was still beating the stall owner, and blood splattered his face. Several of the stall owners' supporters looked at each other and did not stand up to help.

The two young men were silent for a while, not following Rosie's request. If they buckle up, then they lose face. In fact, things are often very simple, take a step back and open the sky. But there are always people who are reluctant to back down, and for some reason are more tough.

They have reasons to insist because they are nobles and represent their own family. If they obeyed Rosie's request, they would lose the face of the family and make the family a laughing stock, so they just looked at Rosie and didn't take any action.

Rosie sighed, "Why is no one willing to listen to good words?", he wiped his hand on his waist, and a whip fell into his hand, and with a slight shake, the tough whip immediately bounced away and became straight. The whip is made of a very tough rattan strip, which is cut and shaped after being selected from the material, and woven into a whip more than a meter long after being exposed to the sun, and then soaked in tung oil to make the soft whip tough. Such a whip is particularly painful, and a whip is a bloody mark.

The young man looked at Rossi contemptuously, which also made Rosie even more sure that the two were not on his side, and the nobles on Prince Fabio's side would always say to their children that we had another Viscount Rossi, and they would let this group of bastard young people remember his face and try not to conflict as much as possible.

"You dare to hit me?"

"Don't dare!", Rosie was very honest, raised his whip high and whipped it down fiercely, humming one after another, even if the clothes worn in winter were thicker than in summer, this whip was definitely not light. Rosie's strength has reached 1.7, a little more than double that of an adult, and he can easily lift a hundred pounds of weight, but imagine how powerful he is now. "But I dare to enforce the law. ”

The young man's face quickly turned red, then white, and he bent down sharply, and tears and snot spurted out at the same time. He cried miserably and covered his arms, but he didn't dare to touch them, so he leaned on the beaten position and howled loudly.

The other young man turned around and was about to run, and he was going to call someone to take revenge. How could Rosie give him this opportunity, one step out and another whip, which was whipped on his back. He immediately arched his body, his arms clasped at his sides, his shoulders squeezed back, and his painful face was deformed.

The two of them had tears and snot on their faces, it hurt so much that it was beyond their mental capacity, and it had hurt their spirits.

Rosie pouted, and said a basket of good things, and sure enough, the whip worked. He took out a small notebook, recorded the time and place, the uncivilized phenomena he encountered and the simple process, and then walked up to the two of them, grabbed their thumbs and pressed a few handprints on the notebook.

Awesome, so Shi Abeyi has nothing to say, right?

I'm serious about my work!

"You...... Who is it?!"

"Me?", Rossi pointed to his nose, "I'm the Imperial Hostess, keep your dog's eyes open, idiot!"