"They're all in a group, and this lowly squire is also an accomplice of the Dominic devils, and he's got this damned degenerate to death, and look at his disgusting black hair, he must have been stained with the devil's vomit!" the little fat man, Bernice Friez, jumped up and down: "He definitely took the money from the group of people!"

"Wait, I've heard of this guy!" Suddenly, a thug stood up and pointed at the black-haired boy who was slowly drawing his sword in horror, "Edward Witwood, he is the one who killed Cortez, the leader of the Blood Banner Brotherhood, and he is the Knight of the Sacred Tree who has just been canonized!"

The surrounding thugs were immediately startled, and they took a few steps back in horror - it would be just an ordinary squire, if it was a knight, they didn't have the courage to attack so openly, which was a big crime, not to mention that the other party was not the kind of knight who took the title of a showman, and even a fierce and bloodthirsty monster like Cortez could be beheaded by him, would his neck be a little stronger?

"Liar, how can this guy be a knight? Don't be fooled by that Dominic scum, they're here to scare us!" Bernid pointed at Edward anxiously and shouted, "Even if he is, what if you can't beat him with so many of you?!"

Indeed, Edward's clothes at this time did not resemble that of a knight—a dark gray cloak, a plain coat and breeches no different from a squire, and his habit of carrying his sword behind his back rather than hanging it on his left waist, a way that was generally only worn by rangers in the wilderness, because it was more convenient and did not get hit by the scabbard to the calf.

In this ancient country, where a person's dress was often a status symbol, the thugs, who were clearly moved by Berned's words, were encouraged to rush towards Edward, with sticks and nails in their hands, and even shouting loudly with torches.

A father and son hiding in the attic of the building looked at Edward who was surrounded by this group of people in horror, and the black-haired boy didn't look like he could win. When Edward's right hand was released from the hilt of his sword, even the man who had seen him at King's Bridge did not believe that he could win, and thought that he was planning to escape.

But what happened next stunned them all - the black-haired boy, who obviously didn't look like a burly man at all, actually grabbed the strong man who rushed up by the collar, and hit his nose directly with his fierce right fist, causing this unlucky guy to be knocked to the ground with his mouth full of blood!

Before he could swing it, the thin man with the iron rod held high was hit on the chin with an elbow, and the unceremonious Edward kicked him in the lower abdomen and then took the iron rod, and the ferocious momentum smashed into the shoulder blade of the other thug as if swinging an axe, and the crisp sound was almost "louder" than the scream of the guy.

It may only be a few minutes, but in the eyes of Bernid and the pair of Dominic businessmen, it is as long as watching a wonderful play.

Edward, a thug who dealt with this group of thugs, was extremely ruthless, and almost every guy who pounced on him either broke his bones or fainted and collapsed, and his murderous posture was exactly the same as when he cleaned up the Black gang on Spear Street.

The only difference was in his eyes - Edward was still very sane and sober at the moment, and the cruelty was only to deter this unscrupulous street dregs, to make them scared and frightened, not to vent some emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for too long.

After a few encounters with the Blood Banner Brotherhood, and after cleaning up many of the gangsters, Edward began to discover the characteristics of the group - the thugs were often the most easily carried away by the blood, and the fanatical seemed to be truly invincible, but at least a few screams and the sight of his own bleeding would immediately fly away like rabbits.

Many of them were better than the soldiers in the army, but that alone made them no match for real sergeants who didn't have the courage to watch themselves or their brothers stabbed to death.

Bernice Frees was completely dumbfounded at what was happening, and waited until Edward grabbed him by the collar and stabbed the fat boy into the fat pores of the thorn bushes, and then he woke up, screaming and struggling on it, rolling to the ground like a skin filled with water, and the brown sand stained his beautiful robes.

"You can't kill me, I'm the sister-in-law of the Freeves family, and the history of our family exists in the days of the city-state of Turin!" the little fat man, who was frightened by Edward, still did not forget to continue to threaten him: "My father will sue you to the council! Let them arrest you and put you in a dungeon where you can't see your fingers." ”

"You're right, I can't just kill you. Edward smiled and nodded, but before the fat boy could get up, he continued to "smile" and said, "But as a knight of the sacred tree, I have the power to wield my sword at any time to defend honor and dignity, and you seem to be questioning my identity just now, right?"

"No, no, no, I, I didn't do that!" The little fat man hurriedly shook his head desperately, and shook his cheeks - he knew very well that once this kind of thing was determined, the other party would have the right to duel with him, and he would be killed by a duel but there was no way to appeal, and he couldn't even stand up in a trembling state, and crawled to Edward's side on the ground, crying with tears and snot all over his face: "I'll get out, I'll get out, and I'll never come back!"

"But what are you talking about, I'm Dominic's devil's lackey or something......" Edward deliberately curled the corners of his mouth, "I guess I heard me right?"

"You definitely misheard, how could I say that about a Sacred Tree Knight?" The little fat man cried with tears and snot, and the fat lips and the crying voice made it impossible for Edward to hear what he was saying: "I don't dare to do this anymore, I beg you, forgive ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of horses' hooves and wheels could be heard on the other side of the street, and in the distance a delicate four-wheeled carriage could be seen being escorted by five or six knights driving unhurriedly down the street.

The knight who rode at the front was none other than Grimm Turn, who looked radiant in a crimson cloak that was brighter than the original, and whose armor and overcoat seemed to have been replaced by new ones.

"Green, my dearest best friend!" the little fat man lying on the ground suddenly got his strength from nowhere, and ran towards the carriage so fast that he was almost hit by the trotting horse: "Come and help me, help me - get that damn guy up!"

"Bernice Forest?" Greene Turn, at the sight of the fat boy, immediately frowned, looked impatiently in the direction he pointed, and then saw the obvious Dominic house, the messy garden, and the hooligans lying on the ground......

Then, there was Edward Wittwood, who was standing there, smiling and smiling over his shoulders, and there was the apparent appearance that he had just been through a fight - and then Green understood everything.

"Ahh

"What am I doing, of course, on the orders of His Majesty Horace, to maintain law and order in the city of Turin. Green sneered and flipped off his horse: "Then see you in the cell tonight, Bernid of the Frieves family, I hope that your gambler daddy can still have the money to ransom you." ”

"You can't do that!" Bernid screamed in despair, "The Fres family is one of the oldest families in Turin, and no one but Your Majesty can do such a thing!"

"It's a pity that I have it, and it's the authority that His Majesty has personally granted me!" Green whipped him again, and beckoned to the two cavalrymen behind him: "Escort him directly to the cell on the hills of Marchelus, and if anyone dares to stop him, you can tell them that this is Your Majesty's will, and let them go to the palace to intercede!"

........................ "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to do you this big favor shortly after we met, and I almost lost face." Green Turn, who walked up to Edward's side, shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile: "Of course, and you knights, you have helped us too much. ”

"Most of the men in the garrison are bankrupt farmers and craftsmen, and there are few noble-born guys, and even fewer knights, and they often dare not deal with those nobles with a deep family background—I never thought that being a commander would be such a chore!"

"Then I wish you every success in your career, Commander Grimm Turn, of the Garrison. A smile tugged at the corner of Edward's mouth, "Your tone sounds ...... right now It's really easy to pantothenic acid. ”

"Then do I have to be careful?The commander of the Garrison Legion of the Capital City has never served less than ten years, maybe someone can let me break this convention and be the first to go down early?" Green also smiled at Edward "pointedly", "I will be very sad if you run me down!"

"You just said ...... Lost face?" Edward glanced curiously at the delicate four-wheeled carriage, "Which adult is sitting in the carriage?"

"I'd like you to guess for yourself, Edward Witwood, the Knights of the Sacred Tree's royal squire. Green threw his hand at the carriage, "Do you think it will be any one of them?"