As the skins of these blood wolves were sold in batches, rumors of the extermination of the blood wolf pack spread throughout the King's Bridge. The originally peaceful town caused a commotion, and both the vendors and the craftsmen in the workshops put down their work and blocked the outside of the hotel, wanting to see these "triumphant" wolf slaughtering heroes.

But when the crowd saw the guards holding the black-backed shields and guns and the knights on their horses, they consciously moved out of the way—after all, not many people would risk running into the nobility for such a thing. Even though this is a royal domain under the rule of the king, those illustrious families with extraordinary status are still the awe of these commoners.

Presumably for security reasons, Sir Lawrence called the proprietor almost as soon as he entered the inn, and "ordered" to him that his house had been requisitioned by Mrs. Angelica of the Kwyns, and that he should empty all the people in it as quickly as possible, and drive out all those who were left.

Of course, every guest could be compensated by Lady Angelica, and Sir Lawrence paid twice the amount of money for the lodging with a stroke of his hand, which he would not have been reluctant to give up at all with Lady Angelica's presence.

The happy boss was surprised and delighted and took the money bag, crying and begging to drive away the guests. But apparently the job was much more difficult than he had imagined.

"What's the matter, didn't I say I'm going to empty the whole inn?" said the stern-faced Sir Lawrence, tugging at the innkeeper's collar, and pointed indifferently at the man who was still sitting in the hall drinking, "Do you think I don't have enough money, or do you think I'm better at talking?"

"I—I did tell this guest, but he insisted......"

"There is no law in this world that says that as long as a nobleman comes to the door, all the remaining guests must be thrown out. "The man with a gloomy face, and his short dark brown hair made him look unusually energetic. He gently put down the cup in his hand, picked up a long sword from the table, and his arrogant and hoarse voice made the half-frightened boss dare not say a word more.

This man was thin and tall, with slightly narrow shoulders, and his cheeks were as sharp as a knife and axe, and he was wearing a dark blue cloak that was a little dirty, and his black burqa was very well-proportioned, and the whole person stood in place like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, and his sharp eyes always carried a somewhat indifferent smile.

"I've always heard people talk about how rich the Minest family is, but today it has opened my eyes. As he spoke, he walked up to Sir Lawrence and stared at him unabashedly: "It seems that anyone who has anything to do with the Minest family can spend a lot of money and have a lot of money!"

Sir Lawrence let go of the innkeeper's collar and looked at the fellow with some helplessness, not because of the hideous face, but because of the coat of arms of the black tree on a white background on the chest of his clothes.

"You're from the Knights of the Sacred Tree?"

"Gayle Valence - you just have to call me by my name. There was no smile on the man's face: "Of course, I am a knight of the sacred tree. ”

Dressed in the burqa of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, the man who called himself Gaio Wallens stood in the lobby of the inn with a cold face, confronting Sir Lawrence, obviously the fire was blazing, but none of the people present felt how warm it was, but their teeth shivered with cold.

In less than a minute, the Kwen family's guards poured into the hall from outside the hotel, quickly surrounding the man. Edward was the last to walk in, standing behind Sir Lawrence and looking at this Gaio Valens, whose eerie appearance was almost condensed.

This person may not be very powerful, but he must be very dangerous. Edward could smell something familiar from him, an extremely extreme and rather stubborn smell, well, similar to some "ghoul lover".

At this point, Edward was a little sorry - if Sir Leonardo hadn't left, it would have been easy to settle the matter with this Sacred Tree Knight. But it's a pity that there are so many coincidences in this world that people have to be tired of coping.

"Uncle Lawrence, what are you all doing here?!" Alan hurriedly rushed into the lobby of the inn, blocking between Sir Lawrence and the Sacred Tree Knight, "Everyone put away their weapons, there are no enemies of yours here." ”

"Master Allen, I can understand your kindness and kindness, but this person is obviously deliberately provocative!" Lawrence lowered his voice with some embarrassment and explained to Allen: "You shouldn't be ...... to this kind"

"I just remember that we wouldn't have been able to get out of that forest alive without the help of the Knights of the Sacred Tree - the Kwain would never have done such an ungrateful thing. Allen's tone was unusually tough, and he looked at Sir Lawrence without backing down: "Let the soldiers put away their weapons, there are no enemies of ours here." ”

Sir Lawrence sighed helplessly—at least in front of outsiders, he could not resist the authority of the heir to the Kwyns, and beckoned to the soldiers behind him, telling them all to go out first.

"As for you, Mr. Sacred Tree Knight. The girl looked like a noble young master, raised her head indifferently and even raised her chin slightly: "As you said, there is no place in this world where the law states that nobles have such privileges, of course you can continue to live in your room." ”

"But before that......" Alan changed his words, seeming to hesitate, but said it anyway, "You must apologize for the slander you just made against my mother's family, and promise not to behave like this in the future." ”

"You are truly 'just and merciful', without the slightest favoritism. The Sacred Tree Knight named Gaio Valence didn't even mean to laugh, and still pursed the corners of his mouth: "Or we can let the Radiant Cross judge for us, and see who is right and who is wrong!"

After saying that, he made a gesture to draw his sword. Edward stepped forward almost at the same time, his right hand pressed the hilt of his sword, and the two men were almost close to each other, both with black eyes staring at each other coldly.

"Trust me, you wouldn't want that. The black-haired boy's expression was very sincere: "Maybe you haven't noticed that just ten minutes ago, His Excellency Leonardo Cambrai passed by here with a team of soldiers of the Knights of the Sacred Tree - I don't know how he would feel if he heard that the person he had fought to protect with his life was hurt by his own brother when he left?"

"You're threatening me?"

"No, just a reminder not to be angry about such a trivial matter. In Edward's opinion, this Lord Gaio Valence was just a little faceless - if he wanted to draw his sword, he would not have had time to stop him from such a distance: "The knight of the Radiant Cross shouldn't swing his sword for such a thing, should he?"

"Squire Edward Witwood step aside, if he insists on letting the Radiant Cross decide, of course he can!" Seeing that the little squire walked up almost without hesitation and protected himself behind him, the extremely uncomfortable Alan shouted out in some annoyance: "The people of the Kwyn family will never refuse a duel proposed by others!"

"You're Edward Witwood?!" The Sacred Tree Knight's face showed surprise for the first time, but only for a moment: "Thernier Gombray's squire?"

"I didn't expect you to hear my name. Edward breathed a sigh of relief, took a few steps back with a bit of humility, and stood behind Allen: "It's a great honor. ”

"Looks like you're working for the Minest family now?" Gayor Valence's expression looked so stiff, but it was constantly changing, and he glanced at the hilt of the sword behind Edward's back, "You must be much more comfortable to serve your new master than the previous one, right?"

"It's only temporary. Edwardskin replied with a non-smiling smile, he could probably understand what the other party was guessing, and he didn't mean much to clarify for him - the more he explained for such an extreme person, the more troublesome it might be.

The Sacred Tree Knight's cheeks kept shaking, and his cold eyes never left Edward's face - this time it wasn't for the sake of face, Edward could feel that the other party was really desperately suppressing the urge to draw his sword and kill him!

Edward didn't know why he was so excited when he heard his name, but the undisguised killing intent of Sir Gaio Valence was so real that he even unconsciously put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Bell-!"

With a crisp sound, Gaio Valence unsheathed his sword and walked to Edward's side. The dark-haired boy turned sideways to open the door of the inn, and the cold-faced Sacred Tree Knight walked out in front of the Kwyn guards.

"Let him go. Sir Lawrence waved helplessly at the guards outside: "This is Master Alan Kwyn's order, no one is allowed to stop him!"

"Am I making it difficult for you?" said Allen, standing there, looking at Edward with great hesitation, and at Sir Rollas, with a solemn expression, before he mustered up the courage to speak, "If that's the case, please accept my apology." ”

"No, you're doing the right thing...... It is quite right, I think - tolerant, yet majestic, not even your dead brother Sir Salat could not have done better!"