At the end of the Maple Avenue is a Dominic merchant's house, which is very different from the surrounding Turin brick buildings in terms of shape - the grand, heavy, and steady Turinese people, even the houses of ordinary people are walled, and they look thick and solid, like a "miniature castle", and little attention is paid to the style, and the houses in one street often look similar in order to be neat and consistent.

But the Dominicans are very different, their villas and dwellings tend to be more like a "minaret", the houses are also scattered, not symmetrical but appear more independent, and the houses are often surrounded by bushes and flower beds, and even if they want to follow the local customs, they only build a fence around them, and at most add a wooden door.

But now they finally understood why the people of Turin liked to build walls, although there may have been a misunderstanding - beautiful fences and flower beds could not deter the unscrupulous ones, and could not give them much security. A dozen ill-intentioned fellows rushed in with torches, sticks, and stones, and the garden was completely in shambles.

The whole house was surrounded by these dozen people, and the surrounding neighbors were all locked, and even half of the living people on the street could not be seen, so that the Dominic merchant family hiding in the house, in addition to trembling and praying for the blessing of the Radiant Cross, could only peek through the crack in the window at the hideous dozen guys outside, to see when they would rush in.

A little boy with a tall toe and a gorgeous robe stood at the front, his fat face covered with greasy acne under his short hair, and he was triumphantly pointing at the family hiding in the building with a radish head: "Get out of there, I rushed over as soon as I got the news, can you escape for yourself?!"

"Gone are the days when you damned Dominicans robbed the people of ancient Turin of their wealth, and His Majesty the great Horace has appointed Lord Nafario of the great House of Brindis as Chancellor of the Exchequer, and it is impossible for this Lord to let you scum continue to do whatever he wants, and it won't be long before all your property will be confiscated and you will be rolled back to your country wrapped in rags!"

"Radiant Cross witness, I'm not Dominic!" A young man's face suddenly appeared in the window, with beautiful black curly hair: "Bernid, you know very well, I am a Turineite like you, a believer in the Radiant Cross, I was born in this city!"

"Shut up, you think I can't smell the salty smell of Dominicians on you? Your grandfather was a fish vendor in the South, who spent his days fishing in muddy ponds and making disgusting fish sauce!" The fat boy named Berned pointed at his nose and scolded: "And your ** mother, who is a real Dominica courtesan!"

"You are not allowed to insult my mother!"

"Look, look at your Dominic scum faces—they're in their original form so soon!" Bernid said more and more proudly: "Wait, soon Lord Nafario will purify the whole of Turin completely, this holy city will have no room for you strangers in the future, you guys who use the fancy gadgets of your hometown to cheat the simple Turines out of their money, all of them will be expelled, and you will never be able to return to this city!"

"It's not fair, it's not fair!" the little boy hiding behind the attic window was already pale, and the group of guys standing behind Bernid were already about to slam the door: "The Radiant Cross will not allow you to do this!"

"It's not fair, then why do you call it fair?!" The acne on Berned's face seemed to be constantly "sizzling", and his excited expression became more and more hideous: "You lowly foreigners, but you enjoy a life that even the oldest and most glorious families in Turin can't enjoy, sitting in a four-wheeled carriage that only nobles can ride in the past, you can have your own house in Xicheng District, while many proud Turinese people can only beg for food in Dongcheng District, and they don't even have a place to live!"

"The merchants of the port have been robbed of their business by you, the servants and maids of the house are hordes, and the old families have been run out of business by your moneylenders, and they are so desperate that they have nothing but their family names. Is it only fair for you, wicked devilish lackeys, lowly thieves, to be oppressed over the heads of the people of Turin?!"

The angry Bernid waved his hand fiercely at the thugs behind him, and the group of guys who had been waiting for a long time finally rushed up as they wished, and began to slam the door in such a way that the whole house began to shake so loudly that the whole house began to shake, and there were even sobs in the room, but it made them even more excited.

But apparently this family was not unprepared at all, and after smashing it for a long time, it couldn't smash the door open, and the windows of the entire floor were blocked, and the angry little fat man Bernid stood in place and jumped to his feet: "Use torches, set this house on fire, and bake all this damn Dominic scum into black charcoal!"

There he shouted, and immediately from inside the house came a desperate shout, apparently frightened. But the thugs were hesitant - if they set the house on fire, they wouldn't be able to grab much of value when the flames burned out.

"You stupid people, just burn the door panel, don't you just spill the wine on it, don't you want you to set them all on fire now!" Seeing the thugs standing motionless, Bernid had no choice but to change the condition: "Go in first and teach them a good lesson, and then burn this house down!"

Before the thugs who had received this promise could make their moves, they heard the sound of horses' hooves outside, and before they could see who it was, a crooked fellow standing on the outermost side was knocked on the skull by the scabbard, and fell straight to the ground like a puppet with a broken string.

The thugs, as well as the little fat man Berned, were all stunned, and watched in amazement as the poor crooked mouth was whipped out like a kite, and a few rotten teeth could be seen popping out. The galloping "cavalry" swept by like a hurricane and stopped steadily in front of them.

Edward coldly re-slung his saber over his shoulder, then jumped off his horse and stepped straight past the man who had been flipped to the ground. The cold black eyes frightened Bernid directly behind a group of thugs, and he didn't forget to threaten a few words: "You, what are you going to do? Let me tell you, daring to attack a nobleman is a heinous felony in Turin City!"

"I'm well aware of this, but thank you for the reminder. Edward smiled almost contemptuously, "But now the question is not me, but what do you want to do - it looks like you have a grudge against this family?"

"Hatred, of course there is hatred, these damned Dominic scum are all targets that should be killed and banished, and that's what we're doing now!" Bernid said proudly, "The Radiant Cross bears witness to my contribution to Turin!"

"So, you're doing this out of faith, loyalty to the kingdom?" Edward asked, still indifferently, "all for the purity of the Kingdom of Turin, and not for selfish desires, or just revenge for street fights?"

"Of course, my family is one of the oldest in Turin, and has been a follower of the Radiant Cross since its birth!" Bernid did not hear the irony in Edward's words: "The Radiant Cross bears witness to my absolute loyalty to the Marcerus family and to Turin!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense there, this guy is just coveting our family's property and savings!" The little boy with black curly hair, who had been hiding behind the window, heard the commotion outside, and immediately poked his head out and shouted at Edward, "This guy's father gambles and drinks heavily, and owes our family a lot of money!"

"Shut up, you damn Dominic devil, you are not allowed to tarnish the prestige of the ancient Turin family!" the little fat man scolded with a distorted expression: "Those are all traps set by you, you tricked my father into borrowing so much money, you money devils, despicable villains!"

"Whether it's a trap or something else, I just want to ask you to get out of here, your presence is a serious threat to the security of Turin City. Edward was not in the mood to spend any more time with this group of people, and said as if "In the name of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, I warn you not to do such a thing!"

Obviously, the prestige of the Knights was still very threatening to this group of street thugs and hooligans, and many of them began to retreat, making Bernid stand there and stomp his feet in anger: "Kill this black-haired southerner! Look at him like this, he is at most a big-headed soldier or squire, and if he dies, it will be a matter of losing some money at most, no scruples - our Friz family is the oldest family in Turin, he just yelled two words, and he would never dare to do it!"

The little boy hiding behind the attic window thought that there was a turning point, but now he was desperate as if he had fallen into an ice cave - he saw Edward surrounded by a group of thugs in the center, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand but not trying to pull it out.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked a little similar to a little boy suddenly opened the window and waved desperately to Edward, with a little joy on his face: "Mr. Wetwood, Mr. Edward Wetwood, I have seen you at the King's Bridge, please help us!"

(Thanks to the tips of Roaring Assen and Johnwinter, two book friends, there is another update at nine o'clock tonight, sorry everyone, it's empty and late)