This riot was, of course, an unexpected incident planned by Sovereign and others. As it stands, it is almost impossible to get through the checks by queuing up and finally escaping the town of Kugil. They need a riot that can pull the town guards and end up sneaking out.

For a bustling town, there is always a palpitating darkness beneath her brilliant exterior. Tramps, beggars, orphans, these people living in darkness are one of the vivid profiles. For a little money, they will do anything for you, even their lives.

So, two homeless men pretend to be blackmailers who have been knocked down by a carriage, and a group of beggars quietly ambush in the alley next to the main road, their task is simpler, only to quietly destroy the carriage when everyone's attention is drawn to the other side, and then rush up to commit the robbery.

However, it must be said that the first collapsed truck was still planned, and the other two were completely real emergencies. But Sovereign and his party can't manage so much, for them, the bigger the chaos in front of the city gate, the better, if they can tear down the gate, of course, this can only be thought.

As for the "victim" Lord Latier, this notorious guy will never have anything to do with the "innocent". Judging from the information provided by Mirza, the magistrate of Kugil must have been inextricably linked to Latier, otherwise it would have been impossible for an idle scoundrel to become a famous trader in just a few years, and under the nose of the greedy Gadore.

The development of events did indeed prove the speculation of Essaouiran and his party. When Latiereh's convoy was looted, Gadore could not sit still, and a large number of guards were mobilized to suppress the riots, and in contrast to the inspection at the city gates, which was noticeably lax. As Mirza said, their plans, everything went well.

The riots were still going on, three truckloads of goods were completely pushed down on the main road, the crowd of people tearing and shouting frantically surrounded them, and even the residents who lived in the surrounding area put down their work and rushed out to participate in this free carnival. From a distance, the goods looked like a puddle of butter dripping on the ground, attracting many ants to carry and nibble on them.

Gadore and Finn's voices were hoarse, their voices drowned out by the earth-shattering shouts, and they could only see that the two men kept opening their mouths and gesturing as if they were dumb, but they couldn't hear a sound at all. The guards who were sent to suppress the riots were like a bowl of water poured into a river, unable to control the madness of the crowd at all.

In fact, they can't be blamed, after all, there are only more than a hundred guards in Kugil Town, as long as they catch this, they will run away from that, and some people even openly resist arrest and escape with loot. Many of the guards stood in disarray, looking helplessly at what was happening in front of them. After all, you can't just kill the robber in the street, if it's a beggar or a homeless person, it's fine, once the merchants and residents are killed, then the situation will develop in a completely uncontrollable direction, such a consequence, no one can afford it, even Gadore does not dare to issue such an order.

In a small two-story building not far from the city gates, Eshkant was standing in front of an open window, looking at the dusty "battlefield" from afar. "Clever fellow......" he said with a smile, as if instead of angering him, Soveland's plan made him feel unusually excited. "Are they trying to take advantage of the chaos and sneak out of the city? Good idea......

"Their plan, some, some ......" Ozul, the adjutant who was standing behind him, was still considering the words when he was interrupted by his superior.

Eshkant shook his head. "Is it simple and crude?" he said, "and sometimes, the more simple and crude, the more effective." The premise is that you can see the weak point and then hit it with one hit. Obviously, they did, and they did it beautifully!"

"My lord," said Ozur, hesitating for a moment, but still asked, "aren't those beggars and vagabonds afraid of mad retribution afterwards?"

"Revenge?" hahaha...... Eshkant laughed and glanced back at his lieutenant, then leaned his hands on the window edge and leaned out, taking a deep breath, "They're not like you, Ozur." Revenge for a group of people who have no tomorrow is far less practical than how to fill their stomachs today. A hint of indifference flashed across his face, "Their most valuable thing is life, and the least valuable thing is also life, understand?"

"Yes, my lord!" replied Ozur, bowing, "and besides, do you want our men who have been ambushed to do it at once?" It is estimated that in a few moments, His Highness and his party will leave the city. ”

"No, wait, wait......" Eshkant's eyes narrowed, his gray eyeball showing palpitating discomfort, and a confident smile on his face, "You have to give today's protagonist a little confidence, don't you?"

"Yes, my lord!" replied Ozur at once, and gently exited the room, leaving only a black figure standing quietly in front of the window.

In the crowded procession in front of the city gates, Sovereign and Paislin were pushing the wagon, slowly following Mirza. In fact, the wagon did not weigh at all, and Mirza stuffed it with dry straw and only covered it with a layer of daily iron. At this moment, Sovereign reached under the carriage and was clutching the hilt of his sword tightly to prevent a possible accident.

Unlike the riots that broke out behind him, a large number of merchants continued to line up, waiting to be inspected outside the city. Mirza glanced back at Tandra, who was in charge of leading the horse, and whispered, "My lord, we can go up, Lord Sean, they have already connected with the guards." As he spoke, he glanced at the old Sean and his party not far in front of him.

Tandra, Sovereign, and Paislin looked at each other and did not speak, but immediately sped up their pace.

Only a dozen or so guards were left in front of the city gates, and the others had been transferred from their posts to suppress the riots. In the face of a large number of merchants leaving the city, they could only cope with it, and the strict inspection in the past has been much lax at this time.

With Thomas's support, Old Sean, disguised as a high-ranking priest, trembled to the city gate, and soon two guards greeted him. "My lord, are you heading to the Westlands?" said one of the guards, bowing, then pointing to Thomas and Kull, who was leading the three horses, "I beg your pardon for the offense, who are these two young men?"

If it weren't for the sheriff's request to keep an eye out for young people leaving the city, the two guards would not have wanted to interrogate an elderly priest at all, and for the people living in Orem, the priest of the Holy See of Order was their longest contact with the clergy, and there was no need to offend at all.

"Oh, they're the probationary priests who practiced with me......" Old Sean said with a trembling voice, as if he was a little old and confused, "Young man, you know how difficult it is to find two students with good qualifications now! Hey, fortunately, the Lord God is good to me, and my two students will be excellent priests of order in the future." After saying that, he smiled with satisfaction.

The guard opened his mouth a little embarrassed, but he still stubbornly said: "Great, my lord, the sheriff of this town has ordered that any young man who leaves the city must be identified before he can leave the city. Hopefully, we hope you will cooperate with our inspection. ”

Old Sean was stunned for a moment, and his face instantly turned red. "What did you say?!Identification?!Do you suspect that my student is a suspect in the hotel fire?!Who gave you such guts!!"The old man roared loudly, pointing his cane at the guard, "Call your boss to me! Immediately! I want to see which fool dares to check on my student!"

Before the guards could speak, Thomas spoke coldly. "Call your captain, trust me, don't say that you, the sheriff of this hellish place, don't dare to say a word to my teacher. ”

The two guards were so embarrassed that they immediately ran to find their captain. Soon, a burly man with six or seven guards came over, and before he could get to him, he saluted and said, "Your Excellency, you called me, I beg your pardon, the sheriff ordered us to ......."

"Shut up!" said old Shaun, slamming his cane on the ground and reaching for a golden Somuel insignia from his collar. The fine inscription on it shimmered in the sunlight, and the entire emblem floated with a faint dark golden streamer. "Open your eyes and see what this is! If you don't even know this, well, I'll doubt you're a fake captain!"

When the man saw the insignia, his face was so pale that he felt like he had been drained of blood. "Your Excellency...... I don't know you are, I'm sorry, please forgive us for the offense......" He bowed lower, his forehead covered with cold sweat. As a captain of the guards stationed at the city gates all year round, it can be said that identifying the various coats of arms of the Olam Kingdom can be said to be one of the necessary lessons of convention. Some people must not be offended, otherwise they will not know how to die.

And the emblem that the old priest in front of him took out was a gold emblem that could only be worn by high-ranking Templars and high-ranking Priests of Order in the Holy See of Order. The power behind it is far from being comparable to the captain of the guard in one of his own towns. As for counterfeiting, I haven't heard of anyone who has the courage to do that.

Shaun Sr. put the emblem back into the neckline. "What else are you going to check on my students?" he asked.

"No, never, my lordship...... "The captain of the guard replied at once.

"I am a high-ranking priest from the Holy See of the Order of the Bright Mountain, and Pope Kasroni is my dear friend. Shaun Sr. said. Although he pretended to be a priest of order, one thing was true, he and Kasroni were indeed very good friends, "What did I see in the town of Kugil? Lord God above, I saw crazy magistrates, greedy merchants, chaotic law and order, and blasphemous guards of the Holy See? Wonderful, tell me, captain, the town of Kugir is still not a town under the rule of the kingdom, and you are still not believers in the Lord God of Order!"

"Yes, my lord, we will always be ......" The captain of the guard was already collapsing to the ground, and the cold sweat that broke out of his spine even pierced the clothes behind his back. He cursed in his mind over and over again the mad dog of Gadore, and Oliver. If it weren't for them, how could he have provoked such a big man.

At the same time, Soveran and the others had been stopped by another guard, and he looked at the leading blacksmith and said, "Mirza, are you going out of the city too?" and then turned his gaze to Soveran and asked, "Who are they?"

Mirza smiled and saluted. "They're the apprentices and helpers I've just recruited. It's not easy to do business lately, so I'm going to take a trip to the Western Province to see if I can sell my inventory......"

"You know, Mirza, Master Gadore has been going crazy lately, and if a young man goes out of town, he must be identified by that idiot Oliver. The guard said in embarrassment.

"Don't you doubt me, don't worry, I've been living in Kugil for nearly ten years, and no one is more law-abiding than I am!" Mirza, holding a few gold coins in his hand, quietly handed them over, "Can I still run away? Let us go, get to the Western Province early, and I can sell more goods." ”

The guard was stunned for a moment, secretly glanced back at the captain and companions who were still being reprimanded by the old priest, and put the gold coins in his pocket. "Let's go, let's go, don't tell anyone that I let you out, do you hear?"

Mirza patted her chest hard. "Don't worry, I still understand this. As he spoke, he yelled at Soviran and the others, "Hurry up, don't make trouble for the adults, hurry up, push the car up, you slackers!"

"Yes, sir......" replied Sovereign and Peslin, bowing their heads at once, and pushing the wagon towards the city gates, while Tandra led his horses and followed closely behind.

Old Sean caught a glimpse of Sovereign and the others who had passed the inspection, so he coughed loudly. "Ahem...... Alright, Captain, forget it this time, pay attention to me next time!" He said with a glare, "Not everyone is as good-tempered as I am!"

The captain of the guard quickly wiped the cold sweat from his head. "Yes, my lord, in the name of the Lord God, we will pay attention next time!" he said, looking up, "Have a good journey, my lord!"

Old Shaun ignored the embarrassed captain of the guard, and with Thomas's support, he quickly joined the Sovereigns and walked towards the city gate. Kuhl was still muttering quietly. "Teacher, you just have a good temper, otherwise how dare this guy be rude to you!"

When the captain of the guard, who had just wanted to straighten up, heard this, he immediately bent his waist lower, he only wanted to send the three priests away now, and go as far as possible.

The city gate was getting closer and closer, and a smile of excitement appeared on the faces of Soveran and the others, who were mixed with the many merchants, and as long as they escaped from Kugil, Donis would not want to catch them easily.

At that moment, a loud voice erupted in the cacophony of noise in front of the city gates. "They're the suspects you're looking for!" "For a moment, the fugitives who saw hope, and the pursuers who were in despair, at the same time focused their eyes on the owner of the voice.

Betma turned out to be Betma disguised as a troubadour. In the stunned gaze of Soveran and the others, the chief of the guard turned his head from the direction of Gadore and looked coldly at his companion not far from him. In his eyes, Sovereign saw a strange look.

The crowd was surging and flowing, and Betma stood there quietly, clutching a note in her hand. It was the drunk man who bumped into him yesterday, stuffing him with a note. There is only one simple line written on it:

Using one's own life to achieve other people's dreams? This choice is really not good......