The incident of the young mercenary who turned around and ran away did not have much impact on the entire Monroe City, because for most people, Ferry was just an insignificant character. In contrast, the strong entry of the Crane royal family's personal guard troops set off a stormy wave on the day of arrival.

The ten royal knights were only the vanguard of the tall horses and bright armor, and there was not enough space for them to work in the small security post, so Count Hermann rented an entire caravan inn as the office of the Guard Knights.

The servants who served them, the knightly squires who served them, and the elite soldiers under the command of the knights, who were on foot and in carriages, and carried a large amount of supplies and equipment, arrived late in the afternoon, and in addition to the ten Krant nobles who were the cadres, a total of more than 130 people, including non-combatants. The scene of them entering and exiting with the golden ribbons of the guards attracted many onlookers, and the new official took the place of Vega, who had been ordered by the king to begin an investigation and maintain law and order.

The murderous "magician" in Monroe has been executed, and there have been no more killings in such a long time. But one yard to one yard, the real reason why the residents can't live in peace is those low-level mercenaries who can enter and exit at will and destroy at will.

Most of these wandering mercenaries with southern or central accents were extremely numerous, and Vega, who only had three regular employees and a few temporary workers to transfer, including herself, had no way to fight them.

All the mercenaries ran away after smashing and looting, and there was not enough manpower to patrol the streets, and by the time the news was repeatedly conveyed to the security post, they went to the place of the incident when they went out again, and the other party had already run away.

Chickens and dogs. We know it. The little people at the bottom of society always have a shrewdness that borders on survival instincts, these mercenaries know what to do and what not to do, and they only do some smashing and robbing petty things for money without ever hurting the lives of the residents of Monroe. Therefore, the elite soldiers and ordinary soldiers under the duke in the city can choose to turn a blind eye in a grand manner.

Stirring up trouble everywhere makes the chickens and dogs restless, but tacitly maintains a place where the bottom line of the army has to be dispatched a little higher, Monroe's army and these troublesome mercenaries sing and harmonize, and the residents can only be dumb and can't say what they are suffering from. Those who can afford to move have moved away, and the rest can only live on their own. As time passed, everyone became accustomed to the presence of these mercenaries, and they just silently curled up in the corner of the wall without making any resistance when the other party broke into their door.

Depressed but calm, there was a delicate balance between the inhabitants of Monroe, the troublesome mercenaries, and the vigilantes - but this changed dramatically with the arrival of the royal guards.

After only half a day's investigation, Herman dispatched six patrols led by six knights. The knights in full plate armor were at the head, and a dozen elite soldiers with spears and round shields followed in a column. With the presence of several armies under the banner of the King of Crane, the inhabitants suddenly felt a sense of security to an unprecedented level.

Many people who had been suppressing their anger immediately ran up to report the location of those mercenaries to the noble lord of the personal guard, and led the entire army to angrily rush into the underground tavern and other places where the mercenaries usually rested. Inevitably, there will be another big war with them.

"What the—" The damp underground taverns were so damp that many local owners even had to put a wooden bucket to hold the dripping droplets. The whole of the spacious interior exuded a musty smell, coupled with the sour smell of the mercenaries who had not bathed all year round and the smell of fermented drinks, which made the members of the royal capital guard who had just walked in frown.

- although they have also seen various flavors. But no one could find the right words to describe the feeling of being soggy and sticky, making people feel sick and sick to their stomachs.

"What the hell!" Junior mercenaries who seek money through looting and vandalism are certainly unlikely to spend their money in the right place. Drinking and gambling, they were enjoying themselves here wantonly when they were disturbed by the soldiers who suddenly broke in, and one by one they picked up their long knives, long swords, or axes directly in their heads.

"Resist and kill!" The knight of the guard, who did not have much affection for these lowly mercenaries, saw that the other party had picked up a weapon, and immediately gave a fate, and the elite soldiers who walked down the red brick staircase scattered in an instant, formed a neat shield wall, and then leveled the spear.

"Damn-" "Kill!" the crooked mercenaries all stood up with their weapons, and the knight gave the order, and the elite soldiers pushed forward. The chaotic low-level mercenaries were no match for the well-trained veterans of the kingdom, and the spears with black wooden stiff rods of more than one meter and eight meters long pierced accurately, and the elite soldiers bowed their waists and lowered their center of gravity to hide most of their bodies under the protection of their shields. Combined with a metal helmet with a flip-top visor and calf armor underneath, the frontal defense has reached an extremely strong level.

"Kill you—" "Boom—" The mercenary, with his teeth full of rotten teeth and long hair in a mess, had a strip of black cloth wrapped around it, and before he could finish his sentence, he was stabbed through the throat by the tip of a spear. The soldier who stabbed him instantly withdrew his spear, and his companions to his left and right each stabbed him at about the same time.

"Suddenly—suddenly—" The dull sound of metal objects piercing flesh sounded, and the sharp, hardened spear tip easily pierced through the mercenary's cheap leather armor. The disheveled woman in the underground tavern screamed, and the tavern owner hid under the wooden bar, while the royal guard knight frowned and said with a disgusted expression.

"Don't leave a single one, kill them all. ”

"Ahh

The wooden wine glass was poured into the ground, and the cloudy fermentation liquid slowly flowed out, merging with the sticky blood on the ground as soon as it was touched. There was a dead silence in the entire underground tavern, and the knight of the guard standing at the entrance of the corridor covered his mouth and waved his hand: "Go, next one." ”

Blood splattered.

The place where the six royal guards swept away. No one survived.

Herman used his iron wrist to announce his arrival.

Nearly 200 corpses, including the low-level mercenaries and the Monroe residents who provided services to them, were lifted out one by one and thrown into a wagon carrying dung and pulled to a cemetery on the outskirts of Nancheng District, where the masons hired like the dung diggers dug many large pits, and dumped them directly after the arrival of the wagon.

The blood of the corpse that was still warm left a clear mark on the road because of the repeated return and exit of the carriage, and it quickly oxidized and hardened in the air and turned into a dark red blood and orange pavement, because of these traces and the series of events that followed, the avenue of the city of Monroe was called the "Blood Trail" by the residents for a long time.

It is worth mentioning that it was also after this period of time. News of haunting in Monroe began to spread from time to time. But at least for now, the iron-blooded policy of Herman and his royal guards has had an immediate effect.

As long as you resist, you will be killed. Both those who provided services to these mercenary badges and those who harbored them were punished with death. Although these people are all poor and low-level beings who don't even want their lives for money, they will never stay here again when they know that victory is impossible.

Fearing that the future would be precarious, the junior mercenaries who survived the sweep also left Monroe.

The local Mercenary Guild in Monroe did not protest against this, and the mercenaries who did not report to the Guild were considered to have refused to carry out their obligations - the Mercenary Guild was not a charitable organization. On the one hand, after completing the mission, your rating will increase and you will get higher privileges. On the other hand, if you don't do anything all the time. Nor are they likely to care much about such waste wood.

The Duke of Monroe crossed the mercenary guild and went directly to issue tasks on his own, and the matter of hiring a large number of foreign mercenaries can be said to have touched the scale of the local branch. Therefore, when some of these mercenaries asked to take refuge in the mercenary guild when they were being hunted down, they just checked the mercenary number of the other party and confirmed that they had not come here to report, and then indifferently chose to turn away.

The mercenary guild is like this, thinking that the Grand Duke of Monroe is the part of the mercenaries whose employer wants to go to the Duke's palace to seek support, and the end will naturally not be very good.

The elite soldiers, who usually turned a blind eye to them, raised their sharp spears this time, and came to a perfect flank attack with the royal guards behind them, and executed these people on the spot.

The degradity of human life is on full display at such times.

The mercenaries, who had no use value, were kicked away by Duke Monroe's family. In the past, they shielded these people to achieve their own ends. And after the mercenaries were targeted by the royal family's personal guards who were harder in the background, the Duke's family decisively drew a clear line.

It's like a flag on a chessboard that can be discarded at any time. The low-level mercenaries who came from thousands of miles to pursue profit lived in a daze, and they also lost their lives in a daze.

......

"......" Henry and Mira are moving aimlessly, and there seems to be a blue card among the mercenaries. But most of the reason is that Herman has said hello, and the two people with a very high recognition rate of appearance have not been found in any trouble by the Wang family's guards.

Armed guards ran past them one after another, and while all the foreign mercenaries were slaughtered, the black-haired sage and the white-haired Luoan maiden strolled down the avenue in a dignified manner.

- They couldn't find Ferry.

Monroe was a very, very large city-state.

Although it is by no means comparable to Prospel, the most powerful city on the West Coast, in terms of land area, it is even more so when it comes to the capital of the truly powerful empire Ottolo, where the two have been. But among the southern kingdoms on the west coast, which were poorer than the north, Monroe was already one of the most prosperous.

A skilled mason tanned the clay in the morning to make the shape, and in the afternoon put the dried it into the brick kiln to fire, taking the largest brick kiln in Nancheng District as an example, it can fire at least two or three hundred red bricks at a time.

— and that's just enough to build one wall of a two-story house.

One kiln of bricks can be fired in a week, and there are several brick kilns, and the output should be quite high if all of them are combined. But even so, building a city-state like Monroe, which was huge and had many buildings, required a lot of manpower and material resources and a long time.

The intricacies of the city-state are the greatest impression of the city-state, as if the complex root systems of plants in the drier regions have evolved in search of water, and the residential areas of the northern city alone have countless small roads that lead in all directions.

Even though I've been here for more than a week, it's still quite difficult to find a young man who was born and raised in such an environment.

"Will he ...... was killed by the royal guards. Mira said with some concern, while the sage shook his head.

"No, it won't. He said, "If he doesn't want to be found, we can't find him, and the same goes for the royal guards." ”

"Whew...... I hope he doesn't do anything stupid. The white-haired Luoan girl exhaled a long breath, while the sage next to her was silent. (To be continued.) )

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