"It's because of these damn Dominicians that our family is ruined!"

"These rats stole all the money from our family and forced us to sell our ancestral home!"

"Turin is like this because of these damned scum, and only by killing them can we usher in a true future for the city of Turin, and there is no room for heretics under the Radiant Cross!" ............

The crowd was immediately infected by these frenzied slogans and the high mood, and there were quite a few people who felt the same way and shouted loudly as if boiling water was constantly bubbling and blistering, and the crowd of people who shouted wildly began to attack the carriages and retinues of the Dominica envoys, picking up stones and sticks and throwing them fiercely.

One of the guards of the envoy regiment near the edge couldn't help but curse twice, and was immediately completely surrounded by the angry crowd, screaming and "drowning" in the screams and dragging, and only the terrible beatings and tearing sounds could be heard incessantly, and it didn't take long for the poor guard to be beaten to death, and his whole face turned into a pile of rotten meat sauce, and he was held high like a flag, and the "atmosphere" that had already begun to rise immediately became more fanatical.

Such a terrifying scene completely frightened the Dominic nobles of the Emissary Mission, especially the Cosimo Otovik, whose face was pale, his body trembled as if he was sifting chaff, and some of them took out something that resembled a cane - presumably the wizards were going to use some kind of magic, but the current situation made it impossible for them to even hold the cane.

"All stand back, all stand back - retreat into the courtyard!" Edward, who was on his horse, did not hesitate to draw his sword, ripped off the cloak that was in the way, and shouted to the Dominic nobles of the messenger regiment: "Greene Turn, what are you still doing in a daze, quickly gather the soldiers for defense!"

"Brethren of the Garrison Legion, in the name of the king, form a formation on the spot!" Grimm, who reacted immediately, gritted his teeth fiercely: "Defend this courtyard, and anyone who dares to approach it will be killed—no scruples, no one shall hesitate, this is the order of His Majesty Horace!"

The garrison soldiers did not hesitate to carry out the law - the capital garrison regiment was all recruited from slums, old apartments, and neighborhoods where the veterans lived, and except for a very small number of officers, none of them lived in Xicheng District. Maybe it's not good and it's not very good, but at least it's loyal.

More than 200 garrison soldiers formed a shield wall outside the gate of the courtyard in a panic, propped up their tower shields and short spears to keep the rioting crowd out, and left a path for those of the messenger group to enter.

"Bring everyone in, and close the gates!" Edward yelled at Grimm, "We must first ensure the safety of the envoys, otherwise we will not be able to explain to Your Majesty, and these thugs will be handed over to me." ”

"Edward......" Greene Turnch hesitated, "It's better for you to go in, His Highness Anson and Lord Bernard are not here, you are the supreme person in charge - comfort those messengers, I will take the garrison to protect you, I swear!"

"I believe you, but I promised never to let you fight alone again. Edward smiled, and then his expression turned cold: "Garrison Legion—close the door!"

"Boom!" the heavy Turin-style iron gate closed, and the guards who remained outside looked nervously at the crowd that had fallen into a complete frenzy, as if they would pounce at any moment.

"Don't be afraid, don't panic, you are righteous!" Edward shouted at the soldiers around him, riding on his war horse overlooking the chaotic crowd and pushing and crowding: "Turines, if you still think you are the people of the kingdom, leave here immediately, what you have done has violated the laws of the kingdom, and any knight or sergeant is entitled to arrest you and throw you into the dark dungeon!"

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense, we're doing it for the good of Turin!" the little fat man of the Frex family shouted loudly, with a provocative look in his eyes burning with angry flames: "It's this guy, this guy is in the same group as those Turinees, and he helped the Dominicans beat a lot of Turinees, and this foreigner is simply that group of scum lackeys!"

"Let's take a look, let's see how this arrogant lackey is threatening the oldest nobles in Turin City!" The carrot-thick fingers kept poking at Edward: "Our Ferre family is also one of the oldest families in Turin City, but we were coerced by the damned Goodwin Chamber of Commerce, and they even asked us to use the family ancestral house to pay off our debts, is this something that an upright Turinese can endure?!"

"Your family's debts have all been written off, and we don't want you to use your ancestral house to pay off your debts!" A crisp voice suddenly came from the crowd, and all the people who had just been fanatical were stunned for a moment, watching a handsome boy with black curly hair emerge and hold up a thick wad of bonds in his hand.

"It's you?!" The fat boy looked at little Goodwin out of nowhere: "You dare to come, you Dominic mongrel!"

"I'm not a Dominica mongrel, I'm a real Turine!" Little Goodwin shouted, waving the bond in his hand: "I'm here today to tell you about this, all the friends who once owed the Goodwin Chamber of Commerce debts have all been written off today - because the real Turineites will never embarrass their compatriots, and the Goodwin Chamber of Commerce is the real Turinees' Chamber of Commerce, not Dominica!"

"That's right!", "Well said!...... Bursts of cheers came from the crowd, and little Goodwin who pursed his lips tightly to hide his excitement in his heart with a fierce force, tore the bond in his hand into countless pieces of shredded paper, threw it vigorously and flew all over the sky, and looked at Edward standing at the front of the shield wall with a bit of pride.

"Disperse all of you, and today you have all seen how respectful and humble these Dominic people are to His Royal Highness the Prince—they have come to pray for peace with us, and His Majesty Horace will surely get from them good conditions for the kingdom, for all the people of Turine, you could not have imagined before!" Edward raised the corners of his mouth and shouted to the crowd, "But if you kill them, the kingdom will be plunged into war, do you know what that means?!"

"There is no more relief food in the almshouses, the grain from the south has to be transported away to supply the army, the bread and oats in the city of Turin will be too expensive for you to eat, and the kingdom will have to raise taxes for you—because it costs money to fight, and you have to pay for it, because this is the war you have provoked!"

Edward was almost coaxing and "intimidating", and the crowd that was still in full swing finally dispersed - this kind of thing is actually very common in Turin City, and the citizens will often make trouble for something that makes them unhappy, but they will never violate certain bottom lines, or they will definitely not make a bird.

"Kill him, kill this little cub for me!" Seeing that "the general trend has gone", Fris's fat face was full of hideous horizontal meat: "It's all his good things that have ruined us!"

Two ill-intentioned-looking fellows walked out from behind him, viciously pulled out the short knives pinned to their waists, and saw the panicked little Goodwin, with a malicious sneer on his face......

"Poof!" The bright steel sword stabbed into the guy's chest without hindrance, and before the thin body could scream, the other hand twisted its neck - the broken trachea let out a strange breathing sound, and thick blood plasma and organs flowed out of the hole torn by the steel sword almost without restraint.

As if it was just a blink of an eye, the other screamed very "cooperatively", and raised the short knife in his right hand as if he was stupid and pounced on Edward. The black figure clutched the invisible shadow of the sword, and the blade of the sword unleashed a gray cold wind, drawing a "straight line" between his elbow and neck!

The fragile flesh was cut like butter, mingling with the crisp cracking sound of bones, and the completely uncontrolled severed arms and skulls flew straight out, scarlet blood gushing out of the fracture like a water pump.

"Ahhh!!!h

Little Goodwin, who had been standing beside him, was also frightened, and the blood was almost staining his beautiful black curls red, and half of his body turned red, and he stood behind Edward like chaff with the urge to vomit.

"Well done. Edward patted little Goodwin on the back, and finally the little boy who couldn't bear it spit directly at his feet, and the whole person almost knelt down directly, dragging Edward's clothes by the corner.

"You, you said it...... If you want to be your squire, you need to be brave, smart and powerful enough......" Little Goodwin turned pale, but his eyes were still stubbornly looking at Edward, full of hope: "Do you think I am now has done it?"

Edward's expression was a little stunned, and then he smiled, and the corner of his gaze vaguely noticed that someone lying on the ground seemed to be about to escape, and slowly turned around without saying a word.

"Bell!" The shadowless steel sword slammed into the little fat man's shoulder, and Edward stared at him with a grim gaze, and the corpse of another unlucky man was trampled under his feet.

“...... Who gave you permission to move my attendants?"

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