"I've finally found you!" Sheriff Owen recognized Rogge and the others by the light of the torches, and raised his hand to point at him and shouted.

The soldiers swarmed up and surrounded the trio, countless firearms pointed at them from all directions, and Rogge, Catherine, and Murphy looked around at the soldiers who were staring around them back to back, only to hear Rogge ask unhurriedly, "Lord Sheriff, I don't know what crime we have committed?"

"Someone has reported to me that there are witches among you, and according to the orders of the Imperial Holy Order, complicity with witches is a capital offense!" Sheriff Owen pointed his fierce gaze at Catherine and the little owl above her head, with a look of certainty on his face to catch a thief and catch a stolen stolen goods.

"Oh, please, witch hunting again, don't you have a bigger charge?" Rogge sighed boredly, and shrugged his shoulders as he spread his hands to the sheriff.

His reaction made Owen stunned for a moment, in the so many years he has been a sheriff, he has never seen a criminal suspected of being charged too lightly, so he heard Rogge continue to laugh and say: "For example, catch the chief wanted criminal of the empire or something?"

Before Owen could react to the meaning of his words, Rog had already knocked down the firecrackers in the hands of the surrounding soldiers with a dazzling speed, and a figure appeared in front of Owen in a flash, and grabbed Owen's neck with the gauntlet of the fallen angel in his left hand, lifting him from the ground.

The soldiers present were all startled, one of the soldiers who was closer to Rogge pulled out the long sword at his waist and stabbed at Rogge, Rogge had already heard the wind behind him, and flashed sideways The blade of the sword passed him and stabbed straight at Owen, Rog grabbed the blade of the long sword with two fingers, and pressed the tip of the sword against the sheriff's neck.

"Go on, come on, hard, almost stabbed in!" Rog smiled and raised his eyebrows at the soldier, who panicked and tried to pull the sword back, but the strength of his two hands was no match for Rogge's two fingers, and the sword didn't move as if it were stuck to his hand.

"Don't you dare to stab, then I'm the only one!" Rogge suddenly grabbed the hilt of his sword and stabbed it back, and the soldier couldn't hold on to it and was hit the chest by the hilt, screaming and falling backwards to the ground.

"Let's go home and farm, kid, it's too dangerous to be a vigilante soldier!" said Rog, thrust his snatched sword into the dirt and glanced at the soldier who had risen from the ground and trembled backwards.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for him to talk to the soldiers, Owen, the sheriff who was choked by his neck, quietly stretched his hand to his waist, grabbed the handle of the saber, and suddenly pulled out the knife and slashed at Rogge, but Rogge reacted quickly, held the blade of the knife with his bare hand in his right hand, and broke the slender blade with a "bang".

"I don't think much of this kind of weapon, and this thing is only used by you officials to play prestige, but other than that, it's really not very good. ”

Rog glanced down at the half-cut blade in his hand and threw them on the ground, leaving a blood-stained wound on the black glove cut by the blade, but it healed quickly.

He looked up at Sheriff Owen, who was stunned, and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Owen shook his head tremblingly, looking at him like a frightened rabbit, and Rogge shrugged his shoulders and said, "As a sheriff, you don't even know me, it's so incompetent!

Owen looked at him blankly, not understanding what he was talking about, Rog took the half-cut knife from his hand and threw it on the ground, turned back to Catherine's direction and shouted, "Little villain, come here, it's time for you to show off your tongue!"

The little furball lying on Catherine's head pouted, flapped its wings and flew to Rogge's shoulder, tilted its little head to stare at him and asked, "What did the bad wolf call me for?"

"Give our sheriff a science message, who am I?" Rog said to Lilith with a smile as he looked at Owen's bewildered face.

"Okay, stupid sheriff, listen up, he's the bad wolf Rogge who cheated drunks out of money in casinos, cheated drunks out of money in taverns, and took cigars in the grocery store and gave all the money saved to the little beggar on the corner, but he didn't keep his promise and didn't buy me ham to eat!"

The little furball finished this sentence in a tone of reciting poetry, stretched out his little wings and made a bowing motion, Rogge looked back and frowned at her and said, "When did I break my promise, did I promise to buy you ham to eat?"

"You clearly promised me at that time, but I have a grudge!" said the little furball with a serious face.

"You didn't suffer a loss, didn't you come back from stealing a couple of sausages from the ham shop owner?" replied Rogge, slanting an eyebrow.

"That's the result of my own labor, not your promise!" said the little furball, in a heartfelt voice.

"You're always right!" Rogge glared at her, then turned back to Owen and said, "Lord Sheriff, did you understand what the little bad bird said?"

"Are you the lone wolf on the Holy Order's wanted warrant?" Owen asked, looking at him in surprise.

"Ah, finally enlightened!" Rogge patted the sheriff's head and smiled, "It's still very smart, you knew it as soon as I said it, and now you know how big a mistake you made?"

"Got it, got it, I shouldn't have brought someone to get you!" Owen replied cautiously.

"Hey, I just praised you, why are you stupid?" Rogge frowned in disgust, turned back to the little furball and said, "Tell him, what is wrong with him?"

"Big stupid, you made the mistake of focusing on the stupid girl, but you didn't recognize the bad wolf sooner!" "Little Furball held his little head high, jumped on Owen's shoulder, slapped his face with his wings like an old pedant, and said, "Do you know how much this hurts the self-esteem of a chief old villain?"

"You really know too much, what chief old villain, am I that old?" Rogge grabbed the little furball by the wings and slipped her back, threw it into the air and said, "Alright, the time for the tongue is over, you can go back!"

"Hmph, bad wolf, although you don't appreciate it, you still have to count the money if you ask me for help, keep this account, and when you get to the city, you will invite me to eat delicious food to pay the bill!" said the little furball, and flew back to Catherine slowly.

"What a long-winded bird!" Rogge sighed helplessly, turned his gaze back to Owen's face and asked, "So, Lord Sheriff, are you still going to arrest us and punish us now?"

"No, no, don't dare!" Owen stammered and shook his head.

"It's a wise decision, I'm optimistic about you! I guess you're going to be promoted before the end of the year!" Rog patted Owen on the shoulder approvingly, turned back to Catherine and Murphy and shouted, "Hey, guys, the conversation with the sheriff is over, if you don't have any other opinions, we should go too!"

Catherine and Murphy put away their weapons and passed through the soldiers to Rog's side, Rogge motioned for them to continue walking, and he continued to play with Owen with a match, and when the two walked more than a hundred meters away, they threw Owen to the ground.

"Farewell, Sheriff, you should understand that my words are actually good intentions, and next time someone asks you to arrest me, you'd better push him down, or simply arrest that person, because he's harming you!" Rog smiled slyly at the sheriff, and left a trail of afterimage after Catherine and Murphy.

The sheriff who had recovered a life let out a long sigh of relief, and touched his neck with trepidation, as if he was worried that it was still being held in Rogge's hands, and before he could stand up with the help of the soldiers, several dark shadows suddenly emerged from the tall thatch in the nearby wilderness.

"Is that guy the legendary lone wolf?" a majestic man who was nearly two meters tall and wrapped in a layer of heavy steel plates looked in the direction of Rogge's departure, and said in a rough voice, "It doesn't look very good!"

"The girl with them is good!" said a slender man with a grin.

"You dead ghost, is there a woman in this world that you don't look down on?" A bewitching woman in the same group glared at him coldly, and sneered: "Give you a sow and you can play for three days and three nights!"

"I don't know who the other man is with them, but he seems to be a little familiar. A gray-robed man who was not as tall as a strong man, but who was also burly, stared at the direction of Rogge's departure with deep eyes, and said in a deep tone.

The other three people all looked at him and asked: "Boss, it doesn't matter who he is, this is a good deal, two thousand gold coins, enough to buy four castles, and when the time comes, one for each of us, it will also be a noble lord!"

"And that girl, I'm going to take it with me, don't rob me!" added the thin man with a hippie smile.

"You will die for me, believe it or not, the old lady has gelded you?" the woman glared at the thin man, and said fiercely to the thin man.

"I'm talking about playing, don't be jealous, look at your temper, the vinegar is always so strong!" the thin man took a step back with a grin, as if he was really a little afraid of the woman, and coaxed her with a laugh.

"Okay, don't make any noise, chase after them, don't let them run!" said the man in the lead, striding in the direction of Rog's departure, and the other three were about to follow, when Sheriff Owen suddenly chased after him with soldiers.

"Hey, you four are mercenaries, aren't you?" asked Owen by the light of the torches, looking the four up and down.

"Boss, are we mercenaries? I always thought we were bounty hunters!" the thin man in the short black robe asked with a hippie smile as he turned his sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked face to the man in charge.

"Do you hear that, Sheriff, we are bounty hunters, we only sell things, not our lives!" The man at the head was wearing a gray cloak, and he couldn't see any weapons as far as his eyes could see, but the gaze of his eyes was like a sword, which made Owen's heart chill.

"I have a business to do with you!" Owen glanced at the strong man behind the man, who was covered with a heavy iron sheet from head to toe, forced himself to calm down, and put on the majesty of a sheriff and said, "If you can catch that man and his accomplices just now, I will give you a large bounty!"

"Oh?" Hearing his words, several bounty hunters exchanged glances with each other, the man in the cloak looked at him silently, but the woman in a black leotard next to him stepped forward and asked, "A large bounty?" Is it two thousand five hundred gold coins, or three thousand gold coins?"

"That's too much, you can't open your mouth!" Owen blurted out as he was taken aback by the number.

"Hmph, if the number is less than two thousand, why should we die for you, it is better to take the head to the Holy Council to receive the reward!" the man in the cloak sneered, turned around and led the three of them away.