After moving Ankka back to the house, they gave the last remaining mage to the rune stone and the mandatory reversal ritual to transfer all his magic to the runestone, and then put it in a jar and went to the capital with the rangers to tell the king that the enemy was attacking.

The numerous officers involved in the battle then began in the basement a question about what to do with Anka.

"Who brought it?" The castle lord asked, sitting at the end of the table.

Seeing Scarface slowly raise his hand, the castle lord asked, "Then if he caused this attack, will you be held responsible?" ”

"But he saved us!" Scarface shouted in retort.

"So how did those Sanseca people get in! Maybe this is the bitter ploy of the Santa Secca people? ”

"Hehe, is it worth sacrificing a dozen paladins and elite mages as a price?"

After a moment of silence, the castle lord asked, "Do the people in the rear know?" ”

"They only know that a man from heaven saved us, but they don't know the exact process, and some people have already crowded outside with gifts and are waiting to thank him."

The group then hastily ended the meeting and returned to the ground to direct the reconstruction work and monitor Anka's work.

When Ankka opened the door, he was greeted by a cold wind and a bunch of enthusiastic residents, which shocked Ankka, who nearly knocked him over.

Ankka was a little shy to half-cover his face with a basket because he had never experienced this kind of treatment, and Ankka later learned from Scarface that the lord of the castle had invited him to dinner at a nearby fort in the evening in order to thank him for his help.

Scarface then takes Anka to hang out under the nearby walls under the pretext of teaching etiquette, while a large number of heavily armored soldiers gather around him under the pretext of protection.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so strong, thank you this time!" Scarface said with a smile on his face, patting Ankka on the back.

Scarface's hard smile made Ankka feel a little intimidating, and his whole face was unnaturally squeezed together after the smile, and some of the scars also showed as if his whole face was shattered.

"It's nothing, thank you for bringing me back from the snow." Ankka also squeezed out a smile and looked up in response.

After a moment of silence, Scarface said, "We will prepare suitable clothes for you in the evening, of course, this is to meet the castle lord after all, we still hope you can go without a sword." ”

Ankka thought that he was only staying away from the magic sword for the time being, and the contract curse should not manifest itself so quickly.

At night, in front of the stone gate of the fortress, Ankka got a new custom fur robe, and the magic sword finally stayed in the house honestly and did not follow him.

Anka then entered the central hall of the fort under the watchful eye of a dozen heavily armored soldiers.

At the end of the hall was the lord of the castle in heavy enchanted armor, and the various representatives of the surrounding cities also brought a large number of guards and wore enchanted leather armor hidden under a wide gown.

The huge rectangular table was filled with food that Ankka had never seen in his life, and as soon as the door opened, the smell of meat and wine came to his face, and Anka temporarily ignored the strange eyes of the people around him because of this.

After that, Ankka stepped forward to greet the castle lord according to Scarface's teaching, but the castle lord nervously stopped him as soon as he reached the middle of the hall.

Later, Ankka noticed the guarded eyes of the people around him and the enchanted leather armor they wore under the gown, which made Ankka also a little nervous, he was a little unsure whether he was the opponent of these soldiers without the magic sword, and he also hated his simple act of letting down his guard in his heart.

"Guests don't have to be nervous, because today is the harvest festival, so we will have a dinner to thank the god of hunting and the god of harvest, which is our tradition." Wiping a cold sweat, the castle lord explained as he waved his hand for the soldier to fetch a set of leather armor for Anka and asked the soldier to help put it on.

Ankka then sat down at the table with the others to prepare for the dinner, but because of what had just happened, he was wary of his surroundings again.

"Guest."

A burst of voices dragged Ankka out of his thoughts, and Ankka found everyone laughing and raising their wine glasses to herself, and Ankka waved her hand in some embarrassment.

"Sorry, I won't drink."

"Haha, understandable, you can use juice instead." The castle lord said as he picked up the container full of juice and poured it to Anka.

The castle lord took this opportunity to observe Anka up close, his thin body, pale face, cloudy eyes, and after a closer look, he thought that whose slave had escaped, not at all like the powerful warrior they said was like a miracle, which made the castle owner have the wrong idea of intelligence.

For this reason, the castle lord returned to his seat and said to Anka, who was eating, "Tonight is our harvest festival, although outsiders cannot participate, but after all, you are our benefactor, why don't you go over with us and celebrate later." ”

Ankh looked at everyone around him, thinking that although the other party was still wary of him, he might embarrass them if he refused just now because of the toast, and if he refused again, he might stiffen the relationship, so Ankh agreed after asking for a simple note.

As the clock struck midnight, Ankha was escorted to a nearby large cavern with a fiery fire burning in the middle of the cave, statues of the gods carved into the surrounding walls, and the surrounding residents chatting and playing around the campfire.

The residents welcomed Ankka with the same warmth when they saw him, and just as Ankka had lowered his guard for most of the time, the lord of the castle suddenly proposed a fighting match.

"Come on, boys." The castle owner enthusiastically cheered for the two shirtless men in front of the bonfire, and his eyes were always on Anka.

The castle lord thought to himself: "Just take this opportunity to test his ability, if he loses it means that he is not so dangerous, if he wins, try to meet his requirements as much as possible, and then let the king decide what to do." ”

Anka sat embarrassed in the middle of the crowd, watching the active residents themselves afraid of making a fool of themselves and not wanting to go on stage, just sitting there silently.

"O our guests! Wine and fighting are our traditions, and you should not be rejecting our fighting traditions if you reject our wine! The lord of the castle stepped forward and invited Ankka to come forward and fight.

Ankka wanted to refuse, but thinking that there were so many people here, it was not easy for him to say it directly, and the other party also said that it was just a performance, plus they said that they would find opponents of the same age as themselves, so Ankka reluctantly agreed.

Ankka then took off his clothes to greet his opponent, who was half as tall as him and was full of tendon meat, and his ribs were completely incomparable to his opponent.

The opponent attacked quickly after the referee announced the start, and hit Anka with a punch, but Anka didn't feel much pain, thinking that it should be the reason for the physical reinforcement brought by the contract, and then the opponent's attack became faster and faster, hitting Anka again and again, but each time the pain became smaller and smaller.

Because this kind of unequal battle was considered insulting to the festival by all the spectators, many residents demanded that the castle owner stop immediately, but the castle owner remained unmoved.

Later, when Ankka tried to test his combat ability after signing the contract when the opponent attacked again, Ankka dodged to the opponent's side at an astonishing speed invisible to the naked eye in an instant, dodged the attack, and then tried to fight back.

Anka punched the opponent in the head, although he used little force, but the opponent fell directly after being hit, and the referee stepped forward to check and tell the final result.

"It's the guest who wins."

Ankka looked at the seriously wounded man who was being carried down and began to worry that he would be seen as a dangerous person to get out, and he looked back at the residents behind him, who responded with a round of applause.

After all, today is a festival banquet, and Anka is also the one who was invited, plus this is a party that Anka is the weak party on the surface, so there are not many people who feel disgusted by Anka's attack on the other party to serious injury.

Moreover, in the eyes of the inhabitants, Ankka was a warrior who defeated the strong with the weak, and at the same time, a small wave of condemnation erupted in the crowd about the castle lord letting the strong young soldiers fight against Ankh as a guest.

Anka breathed a sigh of relief and was carried to clean, while the castle lord returned to the fortress amid a shout of condemnation.

When the lord returned to the fort, he gathered a dozen rangers and told them to bring a letter to the king to inform him that a strong man named Anka had appeared here, and asked what to do.

Then the castle lord looked at the lively crowd outside with blank eyes, regretting what he had done today, and also feeling afraid that he had almost clashed with the other party, and worried about such a powerful monster that could not be stopped.