After easily ruining his promising future, few people can be as unconcerned as Brian Turner, who has not even been annoyed, "the heart is greater than the sky" is his consistent style, and of course, "life is not bad" is more realistic.

Brian's father, Mr. Congreve Turner Sr., served as an assistant priest in the Church of the Holy Light of Wisdom, responsible for the daily preaching work, although the position was not high, but he was good at using his divine authority to make friends with dignitaries, which undoubtedly played a crucial role in the "insulting" of the imperial princess.

"I have stressed countless times that if you do not exercise proper restraint, your work as a guard at the palace is an extremely dangerous job!" snarled old Congreeve to his son, "if you had listened to me and had been working on an errand in the Church, and had been shrouded in the light of the God of Wisdom, how could you have so much trouble?

"Father, Anasta has no basic respect for the guards as a princess, and I just want her to understand that her actions have brought shame on the great Empire of Amelo. Brian explained disapprovingly as he straightened his bags, "The whole palace looks golden, but if you spend a little time in it, you'll feel that it's full of filth, lust, and, by the way, hypocrisy! ”

"That's enough, shut your damn mouth for me!" Congreve was almost mad at his son, "If it weren't for Lao Tzu, you would already be a prisoner, defending the dignity of a warrior in prison?"

Congreve didn't understand why his son didn't look like Lao Tzu at all, and his refusal to settle down was the most difficult thing about this little bastard. As a young man, he actually ignored the admonitions of the elders, and the golden wisdom accumulated in the long river of those years was scorned by a hairy boy with no beard, who gave him this arrogance in his blood? It must be Brian's unreliable friends, look at how many friends his son has made - the son of a shoemaker, the dealer of a casino, the doctor of an insane asylum, the homeless man of an adventure guild, who is a serious person?

"Can't you be like me, and know some noble people who are good for you?" thought Congreef with annoyance, blaming his son's problems on his wife's spoiling, and Doreen's always protecting them, which led to today's results. However, Ms. Doreen did not admit it, thinking that the reason why Brian was a little different, from the root point of view, was that Congreeve blindly took strange positions when she had sex, and those evil postures made her pregnant, how could she give birth to an honest person?

No matter how worried the Turners were, they couldn't change the fact that Brian was sent to the remote mountains of the empire, and the guards confronted the princess, if there was no punishment at all, where was the royal majesty? Congreve nodded everywhere and grinded his lips to keep his son's public position, and Brian was reappointed as the sheriff of Toby Town, and left the imperial capital within three days.

Brian's ass had not yet sat on his own shabby high-backed chair, and immediately encountered a thorny problem, in the town hall, the highest official in the town, Mr. Queller, the mayor of the town, his face was like a pig's liver that had been sunburned for half a month, and his words were constantly flashing with dissatisfaction with the church, especially against a cardinal named Alcott.

"Give you a week to clean up all the two slave markets in the town, and by any means, to get all the slave traders to stop trading, even underground. Anyway, when Lord Alcott of the Holy Ming inspected, there was not a single slave to be seen in the town, remember, not half of it!" Quiller commanded fiercely, "Damn, Toby Town is a forest except for the mountains, and we don't sell slaves, let's drink the northwest wind?"

Brian only learned from his boss Boyle, that the notorious Cardinal Alcott suddenly wanted to "free" all the slaves in his jurisdiction on a whim, perhaps in his old age, he felt uneasy about his evil life, or maybe he had to adapt to the changes of the times on a whim. In any case, the Church has been informed, and Lord Alcott himself is to supervise the progress of the matter, so that the Holy Light of the God of Wisdom may shine in every corner of the diocese, and that the poorest people may perceive the grace of God and thus have a heart of faith.

"Lord Orcott's patrol has set out from Sacred Heart City, and within twelve to fifteen days, it will arrive in the southernmost part of the Principality of Sahne, which is our place, and the time is very short. Boyle rode side by side with Brian, and said worriedly, "It's not an easy task to deal with the slave traders, they are very vicious, they all have their own weapons, and if we do, we don't have enough men." ”

"Of course, it's not easy to take people's jobs, and it is said that these traffickers dare to break into the dwarven villages of the Misty Forest, and I don't want to fight with them. Brian pouted and grumbled, "How did that old rascal, who was good at taking away other people's brides' first nights, think of rescuing slaves, did he have the wrong nerve? ”

"You're enough, Brian, have you forgotten what you caused at the palace? Boyle shook his head, "In this way, the east of the town belongs to me, and the west of the town belongs to you, and we are each responsible for a piece, and I will take care of the difficult places." ”

"You're the leader, and you're in charge. ”

For the next two days, Brian showed no sense of urgency, and spent the day sitting in the slave market west of town, without negotiating with any of the slave traders, and not at all stopping their trade. The next day was even more outrageous, Brian actually paid for it himself, invited all his subordinates to the Yellowbeard Tavern to drink, and chatted with them about the customs and family shortcomings, and the six soldiers who followed Brian fully felt the generosity and boldness of their superiors, and told them all some anecdotes in and out of the town.

On the third day, Boyle couldn't see it, reprimanded Brian, and ordered him to immediately begin the expulsion of the slave traders, and the adjutant unashamedly interrupted the chief, saying that just today, the soldiers would not be bloody to deal with the scum, Boyle twisted his newly injured back, and felt that the young subordinate was telling him a mythical story.

"What are you doing here, Gaunt, who told you to put on leather armor and a shield?" said Brian, riding on his horse and dressed only in civilian clothes, motioning to all the warriors to unarm them. "We all change into civilian clothes, we just go to negotiate. ”

Gaunt was puzzled: "Boss, let's make some preparations, the brothers who went to the east of the town have all hung up the lottery a few days ago." ”

"If you want to take it off, you will take it off, if anyone doesn't believe me, return the money for yesterday's drink. ”