The threat of the fat village chief made the faces of many villagers hesitate, many of whom had escaped from the village destroyed by demons, and had a very clear understanding of the dangers of the wilderness. Leaving a refugee camp protected by a high wooden wall is something they don't even dare to think about.

Seeing that the smell of anger that gripped the villagers had subsided slightly, Huck smirked on his fat face, and then turned his head to the young knight squire on horseback with a swagger.

"Mr. Levi, I would like to express my gratitude as the village chief for your help to this village. It stands to reason that such noble deeds should be rewarded. But as you can see, the village has just been ravaged by demons, and there are many places that need supplies. I suppose that a young man of chivalric virtue like you would not be able to bear to see the old and weak women and children starving here, would you? ”

Chief Huck's words sent a dash of gloom across Levi's face, and the young man flicked the mane of his mount under his crotch with his hand, a mixture of anger and disappointment in his lowered gaze. After discovering that the refugee camp was attacked, Levi did not hesitate and came to the rescue with all the strength in his hands. For this reason, he did not even care about the danger of operating in the jungle at night, but the treatment he received was so indifferent that if it weren't for the teachings of the knight of Ston for a long time, he could not have done anything to the defenseless people, maybe he would not have been able to suppress the anger in his chest, and rushed forward to cut off the hateful fat head with a sword!

The village chief of Huck saw Levi's hesitation, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, what he was most afraid of just now was that Levi directly ordered his subordinates to attack him, and his biggest reliance, the position of the sniper archer Grace was no longer clear, and even Grace was on his side, and the sentence of two fists being defeated by four hands was also very fatal.

It was hard to squeeze Levi with words, and now the village chief Huck certainly didn't dare to provoke the young man's anger anymore, he turned his head again and said to Grace with an indifferent expression.

"Mr. Grace, if you regret it, it's too late, and I can ignore your offense. Get Mr. Levi and them out for me...... Wait, what are you going to do?"

In front of Huck, a silver fir bow was drawn in the shape of a full moon, and the sharp arrows on it were cold.

Grace's voice was very cold.

"Huck, I said, you need to give me a reasonable explanation. ”

There was greasy sweat on the face of the village chief Huck, and his small eyes narrowed, "Explanation? There is nothing to explain! As the village chief here, my surname is more important than all of you, so arrange a tunnel next to the house as a way out." As long as I am here, this village will be rebuilt whether it is destroyed by demons. ”

"Really, if I let go of my hand, does it mean that the village has been destroyed?" Grace didn't tremble as he held the longbow, but Huck's fat face twitched and moved his body back.

"It's a chaotic time for the Devil's Calamity, Huck, aren't you very aware of this before you try to turn this camp into your personal possessions?" Grace said in a cold voice, the bow and arrow pointed at the body of the village chief Huck as it moved, and the people who stood in front of the bow and arrow fled one after another, completely exposing the fat body of the village chief Huck.

Huck is in an even more difficult situation now than it was before. His cronies had spread out under Grace's threat, and everyone looked at him with horror and bewilderment. At such close range, Grace's bow and arrow were absolutely deadly, a truth that many demons have confirmed with their lives.

What's even more deadly is that Grace's nickname of sniper archer is not associated with adjectives such as kindness and discipline. Before the catastrophe struck, this brilliant archer had a fierce reputation among adventurers, and was known as the god of death.

Perhaps these people would not be afraid of Levi, who was bound by knightly virtues, but for Grace, the enemy was armed with or without a weapon, and anyone who dared to stand in front of him would be threatened by deadly arrows.

"Mr. Grace, please calm down. ”

Levi's voice broke the deadlock of the confrontation, and the young knight squire's brows furrowed tightly, and he said in a disapproving voice, "No matter what Chief Huck does, you have no right to take his life until you get a fair judgment." ”

"Is this the law of the so-called ancient aristocracy?" Grace's answer confused Levi. However, as soon as the tall and thin sniper archer's voice fell, he actually put away his longbow, making everyone's hearts, including Levi, feel like a big rock has fallen to the ground.

Li Wei didn't expect that his words could make such a big difference. This Mr. Grace was known at first glance to be an unruly figure, and his confidence in his own strength and the pride characteristic of an adventurer were vividly reflected in him. Putting down the bow and arrow so easily made a large part of Levi's prepared words of persuasion useless.

The shadow of death receded from the head of the village chief, and the obese middle-aged man recovered from his stiff state and sat down on the ground. He was about to speak, but found that his throat had spasmed from excessive tension, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

Grace walked past the sweaty village chief Huck and came to Levi's horse, bowing slightly with her left hand on her chest.

Levi's eyes moved, Grace's movements were very elegant, but there was a hint of imperceptible stiffness, it was obvious that this movement had been a part of his life, and he had not done so for a long time. Although Levi hadn't really seen this action, he had heard it from the Knights of Stun, and it was the etiquette that the lower nobles practiced to the upper nobles before they really clarified each other's identities.

"Grace is a nobleman, and does he think of me as a noble?" Levi thought in his mind, and he couldn't help but laugh a little, considering that he had been a minor knight trainee a few days ago, and had been expelled from the castle by Viscount Lane because the knight he served had died in battle.

If it's an aristocrat, how can it be so embarrassed?

However, Grace did not pick this out, and this etiquette also showed his attitude, and Levi hesitated a little, and rolled lightly from his horse. As a fighter who had already reached level three, it was not difficult for him to be able to do this, but Grace's gaze was even more searing.

You know, in Grace's heart, Levi, who can release magic, is at least a magician with an official identity, and even a magician can do such a light dismounting, and he can also charge and kill among the demons, if it weren't for the extremely ancient aristocratic background, Grace really can't think of any reason.

"Is the son of an ancient and noble family who has come out to train, in this case, I am afraid that he will be the only chance for me to fulfill my wish. Grace thought as she pulled out a worn-out roll of parchment from her bosom.

Levi took the parchment roll with some strange oddity, and the handwriting on it was quite fluid, but the grammar and spelling seemed a little strange. Levi's knowledge from Ston Knight included this, barely recognizable as a variant of script popular among the nobility, but an impossible task to read smoothly.

Grace stood quietly opposite Levi, his expression looked very calm, but Levi keenly found a trace of cleverly hidden madness from his face, and now Grace is like an iceberg about to collapse, looking very strong and calm, but he may go crazy in the next moment because of the excitement.

The parchment scroll in his hand suddenly became heavy, and Levi knew that if he could not make out the handwriting on it, the hope that had just risen would be lost again, and Grace would probably collapse completely. If a sharpshooter like him were to go crazy, there would be heavy casualties in the camp.

Seeing Levi groaning with a sheepskin roll in his hand, Grace's eyes gradually turned from anticipation to doubt. The script he used was very popular among the nobility, and since he was a son of an ancient family and a magician, it was impossible for Levi not to be able to make out the words on the parchment, could he ......

"Mr. Grace, are all the things written on this parchment true?, and how Chief Huck has done so many disgusting crimes?" said Levi aloud suddenly. The doubt in Grace's eyes vanished, and he bowed slightly again as he took out a small badge from his bosom and held it in his palm.

"Yes, Mr. Levi, I use the family reputation of the Stride Hunter to guarantee that every word on this parchment is true and credible!"