The badge held in Grace's palm was obviously some years old, but it was also seen that the handiwork was quite beautiful, and the main material of the badge was silver, mixed with a little unknown precious metal. The shape is in the shape of a shield, and in the center of the shield, the dark red pattern forms the image of a hunter with a large stride.

Levi didn't recognize the badge, but he took it with both hands and pretended to recognize it. The string in his heart was tight, and he didn't want the sound in his ears to be an awkward laugh.

Just as he was at a loss with the parchment scroll, the old magician's voice suddenly appeared in his heart, helping him to decipher what was written on the parchment. This popular script among the nobility actually belongs to a very rudimentary alchemical language, and as a master of alchemy, Mr. Dish is very easy to interpret.

There wasn't much on the parchment, but it was very well organized, the time and place of the events were very clear, and a few crosses were written about how Huck went from being one of the leaders of the refugee camp to the only person in the camp who had the most power in the camp. The gore hidden between the words made Levi couldn't help but be moved.

"Little one, I don't know this badge either. The old magician's voice finally sounded, and Levi's heart sank, but he heard the old magician's next words, "There are so many nobles of all sizes, who can remember which family those badges represent?" However, judging from the composition of this coat of arms, the shield represents the responsibility and glory of the family to guard the land, presumably it should be a nobleman above the baron rank and with actual territory, and the hunter who strides should be the founder of this family, and I vaguely remember seeing similar badges before I entered the great realm of alchemy...... Little guy, do you ask him if he's a branch of the Magic Mountain family?"

"The Magic Mountain Family?" Levi hadn't heard of the name, and couldn't help but repeat it, his voice was quite low, but it was enough for Grace, who had a very keen sense.

The expression of ecstasy flashed across Grace's face, and to be able to make him appear this gaffe, of course, was to confirm Levi's identity in his heart.

"The old family, he is indeed a son of the old family! It is not very unusual to recognize the family crest of the stride hunter, anyone who is familiar with the study of badges can know about this family with a long history. However, being able to clearly know that the Stride Hunter is actually a branch of the Demon Mountain Family is not something that ordinary people can know. It was a secret even among many nobles. ”

Grace desperately suppressed the excitement in her heart, glanced at Levi, and then turned to the village chief Huck and the others, and said in an indifferent voice, "Huck, in front of Lord Levi, don't you still confess your guilt?"

Ever since Grace took out the badge, the face of the village chief Huck had become very bitter, he never imagined that the adventurer he had hired at a great price would actually be a noble lord. You must know that regardless of whether you own a territory or not, the noble lord can get an annuity in the treasury, which may not be very rich, but compared with the adventurer's meager employment expenses, there is no comparable surname.

However, despite knowing that things were not good, the village chief Huck was still unwilling to admit defeat, and he reached out to his cronies and struggled to his feet.

"Grace, what are you talking about, you scoundrel? What Lord Levi is just a knight's servant, and my lord Huck is the head of a village, and his status is much higher than him! What name does he have to judge me?"

"It's ugly, Huck, how did your self-appointed village chief come to be, and do you still want to rely on this denial?" Grace sneered disdainfully, then raised the Stride Hunter badge in his hand.

"Lord Levi's identity is indescribably precious, but with me, the Turly family guarding the southern frontier, and the second heir to the noble status of Sir Grace, can't I judge you, the so-called village chief?"

The fat body of the village chief of Huck trembled, and his lips had turned blue and black from terror, but he knew how big the crime he had committed, and he roared hoarsely.

"Forged, your badge is forged, who has ever heard of the name of the Tullys? It's ridiculous, Grace, you're a villain among adventurers, and you still want to pretend to be a noble lord?"

Chief Huck said, rolling his little eyes around, trying to get the support of his cronies. However, as far as he could see, all of his cronies retreated with pale faces, eager to squeeze their bodies into the villagers.

No one dared to question Grace's claims, and the beautiful badge had dispelled most people's doubts. Most of these villagers are honest hillbillies, and in their minds, every noble lord is sacrosanct, not much worse than the authority of the heavenly Father, and there is no room for them to question it.

The few adventurer-born villagers thought a little more, they knew the reputation of the demon hunter archer Grace very well, and of course had doubts about the noble status claimed by the veteran adventurer. However, they knew more clearly that the crime of impersonating a nobleman was very big, and even hanging was probably a more merciful punishment. Since Grace has taken out the badge that declares himself to be a nobleman as proof, there is only one way for those who want to question it, and that is to find a way to escape under his sharp arrows.

There was no response, and the greasy sweat rolled down Huck's face, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Grace, and his fat lips opened and closed a few times, but he couldn't even spit out a word.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the fat village chief Huck who was still sinister just now, Warren the Ranger felt that the sullen breath in his chest finally spit out, remembering the miserable experience of being driven out of the camp by Huck instigated by the villagers, he couldn't help but clench his fists, trying his best to suppress that heartfelt joy. A slight pain suddenly came from his arm, and Warren turned his head to see that the female thief Martha's eyes were also full of uncontrollable joy.

Seeing that although the village chief Huck looked terrified to the extreme, he still refused to admit his guilt, a trace of murder flashed in Grace's eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the silver fir longbow on his shoulder slid into his palm, and then the bowstring creaked, and he had pulled it into the shape of a full moon, and the straight arrow immediately landed on it.

The whole movement did not take more than two seconds, and with this astonishing high speed, I am afraid that even close enemies would be caught off guard, and the prestige of Grace, the demon hunter archer, really deserved his name.

Levi admired in his heart, but he knew very well that his identity as a so-called adult was definitely a misunderstanding by Grace. Killing the fat-headed and big-eared guy of the village chief Huck was nothing, but Levi still felt a little unjustified, so he said softly: "Sir Grace, we have no right to judge the village chief Huck for his crimes, let alone kill him. ”

"Lord Levi......" Grace stopped talking, but soon he lowered his longbow to the ground, in his mind, Levi, a child of an ancient family, was obviously unwilling to let his identity be revealed, so it was nothing to let go of a guy like the village chief Huck.

"Huck, this parchment has written your crimes very clearly, and on the basis of this, it is not too much to hang you. Levi, who walked behind Grace, had a majestic expression on his young face.

Huck's body shuddered and looked up as if to argue, but when he saw Levi's cold eyes, he wisely closed his mouth.

That's the look of the person who doesn't take his life seriously, the look of the absolute superior who controls everything!

"On behalf of Viscount Lane, I now condemn you and your cronies to exile, and I do not wish to see any of you again until the sun rises over the treetops. Levi spoke every word very slowly, which was originally a manifestation of his efforts to control his nervousness, but to the ears of others it was an extremely majestic and aristocratic tone, and he could not help but have new speculations about the identity of this unspeakable young man.

It was just a deportation from the refugee camp, which was quite lenient for the crimes committed by Huck and others. However, when the calamity strikes, being kicked out often means a tragic end, and the cronies of the village chief of Huck let out a cry of terror and threw themselves on the ground to beg for Levi's forgiveness.

The young knight squire looked coldly at these ugly people, handed the sheepskin scroll into the hands of Warren the Ranger, and said to the people who climbed in front of him and stretched out his hands, "Think about it, what have you done during this time? If I now announce your sins to all the villagers, then you will probably not be able to leave this place." ”

The cries ceased, and the cronies of the head of Huck looked at each other in horror, got up and ran towards their house, they didn't want to stay here now, but wanted to take as much of the wealth they had extracted from the villagers.

This was certainly not an easy task, and the deadline for Levi to leave them was when the sun rose over the treetops, and now in the thick fog in the east, a glimmer of light had faintly appeared.