The news that Viga, the sheriff, had succeeded in getting the duke's eldest son from the Duke's Palace, spread throughout the streets of Monroe on the afternoon of February 6.

Many residents rushed to tell each other, and the merchants, farmers, hunters returning from hunting, and people of different trades and genders rushed to the security office in Beicheng District in droves - the arrest of the eldest son of the duke, who had been suspected of being a "magician", was secondary, and the biggest motivation for so many people to go to the security office was curiosity.

Fifteen years from birth to now.

Fifteen years have passed, the eldest son of Duke Monroe, the first in line to the throne of the largest nobles in the Kingdom of Grant, who has a total of hundreds of thousands of people, including the villages and villages in the surrounding rainforest, second only to the royal family.

There are many speculations about his appearance, some people in Monroe City and the whole of Krant, some people speculate that he has three heads and six arms, some people speculate that he is a monster with horns and tail born of a duchess's affair with a demon, and some people swear that little Oscar is actually a woman.

Everyone has their own set of explanations, and Duke Oscar has been hiding his heir for this behavior, which is said to be complained by even the high-ranking nobles in the country of Krant.

Marriage was an excellent way for nobles to consolidate their position of power, although the vast majority of aristocratic women were educated from an early age, so they learned to accept their fate, even if the other party was an old man of the grandfather's generation, they would not resist. But one yard to another, Duke Monroe's family is one of the best nobles in the territory of Crane, and beyond them, only the royal family can marry. So the two sons of the duke's family have naturally been targeted by many noble families since they were children.

Compared with letting them show up and win honors and become dazzling stars in domestic politics, Grand Duke Oscar, who should have educated little Oscar Monroe as an outstanding leader, has been refusing to let his son see the light of day since more than ten years ago. This is true until the birth of the second son.

People came and went, and as soon as the news of the duke's eldest son being led to the security post spread, countless people with various purposes came here to investigate.

The crowd squeezed from one side of the wide red-brick road that could accommodate two wagons to the other. Viewed from above, these people cover at least five to six times the size of a small security post, and are constantly increasing.

"Go, go, it's all blocking the light!" The security guards guarding the door changed their previous carelessness and waved their hands to drive away the residents at the door, but after driving away a group, a group would crowd over. These people were extremely curious about what the duke's eldest son looked like, whether he had three heads and six arms or the sharp horns of a demon, or if he was actually a woman.

Sheriff Vega didn't hide little Oscar, he sat in the corner to the right of the first floor of the sheriff's post, and anyone who looked at him through the not-so-bright light couldn't help but have a look of obvious disappointment on their faces.

-- Ordinary.

The only word that can be used to describe a teenager his age and Ferry is the same. It's ordinary.

This is not to say that his appearance is so popular, after all, he is a pampered son, fair and delicate skin, good clothes and well-trimmed hair, little Oscar can be regarded as handsome - but compared to the various rumors that have been circulating among the people in the past ten years, he is really ......

It's too human-like.

"Go, go, go!" the guard at the security post continued to wave, but the curiosity that had been accumulated for more than a decade kept them in full swing.

"......" Henry stood silently, as did Mira and Ferry, and Franco, the clerk, was writing something as usual - Vega sat in front of little Oscar with a chair, but had not spoken for ten minutes.

"Okay, you're enough! If you continue like this, I'm going to arrest you all for disturbing the peace!" the guard finally got annoyed and rushed out, shouting loudly. And many people have already seen the appearance of the duke's eldest son, and with this threat, they have all scattered as birds and beasts.

Finally able to find peace, the guard wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he sat back in the seat he had placed in the doorway.

The six people in the not-so-spacious security post were silent, except for the "rustle" of the side of the clerk's palm rubbing against the paper as he wrote.

"......" Vega didn't want to convict little Oscar, in fact, he had tried all the means within his legal scope since he was brought back to the police station this morning. But the other party doesn't eat soft and hard. For a few hours, he didn't even say a word but a smile.

That calm confidence and indifference to the appearance of no one else's eyes, combined with the fifteen-year-old age had become a very stinky fart, and the sheriff almost wanted to grab him by the collar and beat him up—but he couldn't.

In this era, the vast majority of the methods used to deal with prisoners of all kinds were tortured into tricks. It was only when it came to the nobility that people began to pay attention to law and evidence. It is somewhat ironic to say, if the prisoner who was initially suspected was not the eldest son of the duke. This matter may be resolved sooner.

- Faster, but not necessarily fair.

If the duke's eldest son is not suspected, then most of the residents of Monroe will be like other places, everyone will start to wonder if their neighbors and friends are murderous "magicians", and the suspicion that arises from this will evolve into reports of each other, and finally most of them will catch the most suspicious person who has been reported by the most people, and then torture and then punish him.

It's unfair to say it's unfair, but this kind of thing is quite common in this day and age.

Like the "chivalry" that is most often admired in Avenella and Sivalier, whether it is justice or fairness, respect or humility, all the "etiquette" and "civility" that treat each other as equal human beings.

All exist only among the "noble nobles".

The chivalrous Sivaliers and Avenella were unrelenting when confronted with infantry consisting of sergeants and civilians who could not afford to pay the ransom, and often left each other alive when confronted with knightly nobles.

In addition to the monetary factor, this unequal treatment is ultimately due to the fact that most of the nobility of the West Coast are intricately intertwined and intricately linked, the marriages that began many years ago, the inextricable ties of blood, the large lineage and the power of their own army, if a nobleman were to be convicted. If you do not find irrefutable evidence to make the other party take advantage of the reason, you will inevitably face retaliation after the fact.

Everything is born under the pressure of existing reality. So the so-called search for evidence, convictions, and indiscriminate use of violence or something, in fact, in the end. It's not about morality.

While the nobles enjoyed these treatments with peace of mind, the commoners were still being beaten up every day, and Monroe's security post was already relatively fair to a certain extent as a relatively professional legal maintenance agency. This is also the reason why Vega will respond to this morning's call, although the people who come are all civilians who will scatter as soon as they see blood, but in other countries and places where the army itself is the maintenance of law and order, you will never see such a situation.

Anyone who can openly carry and draw his weapon anywhere if necessary, not to mention the soldier who has the right to beat or even execute himself, will want to stay away.

Returning to the original words, the Duchess said in the morning, Vega naturally understood at the time, but with the idea that the other party was just a teenager who had never seen anyone else, and induced the idea that most of the intimidation would be exposed, the sheriff was still full of confidence - a few hours ago.

"Did you kill my mother!" Ferry trembled with anger and wanted to rush up and hit him for the first time. But Henry just stretched out a hand and pressed it on his shoulder, and the young mercenary couldn't move—he behaved quite in keeping with his age, Vega looked back at Ferry, little Oscar didn't say a word, and he was already starting to feel bored.

"Ah......" the sheriff let out a long sigh, but it was at this moment that the sound of large and large footsteps sounded outside.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

"Bang-" The man, panting heavily, ran over and leaned his whole body directly against the door, passively attracting the crowd to immediately notice the blood stains left by his hand holding on the door, Henry's eyes narrowed slightly because of the bright light at the door, this civilian looked like one of the people in the morning.

"Bob, what's wrong. Are you alright?" Vega stood up in his chair, while the middle-aged male resident he called Bob continued to gasp, "No...... It's okay, it's not my ...... Not my blood. He said, "You have to come quickly...... The demon and the magician appeared again, and more than thirty of us surrounded him. But he's so good, we can't beat him!"

As Bob said this, Vega's eyes widened. He looked back at little Oscar, and a smile appeared on the corner of the fair-skinned Duke's eldest son's mouth. "Damn!" the sheriff slammed his crutches. Then he looked at Clerk Franco.

"I'm here watching him. The latter, still calmly, replied, and Vega turned his head to look at the three mercenaries behind him. The three of them nodded in unison, and the sheriff limped forward with all his might.

"This ......" was obviously running all the way over, Bob gasped and couldn't keep up with the crowd, and after pointing them in the right direction, he just sat down on the road and began to gasp for air.

"Kill him!" "Damn murderer!" "No, don't go there, sheriff they're coming!"

A cacophony sounded in front of her, and Vega gritted her teeth and continued to run with one hand on her stinging thigh, and it was at this time that everyone felt the ripples that spread through the air.

"Uhh

"Smack-" The resident who rolled his eyes spat blood and fell to the ground, already dead no longer dead.

"It's really an interference spell!" Vega shouted loudly, "Disperse quickly, the effect of the interference spell is very close, if you don't get close, there will be no problem!"

"It's the sheriff! the sheriff is coming!" said the thirty or so residents who moved out of the way, and the true faces of the prisoners they had surrounded in the corner became clear.

"Hello...... He's about forty years old, with blond hair and stubble. Apparently having been injured during the siege of the previous inhabitants, one of the "magicians'" arm hung limply, and not only that, but there was a large piece of gauze attached to the bridge of his nose - but it didn't look like the injuries he had taken at this moment, Henry frowned, and slowed down.

With just a little observation, the sage understood why the wound on the man's face looked so familiar.

- Because it was smashed by Kramer's counterweight.

This man was the one who had survived the battle the Sage had fought last night, and Henry furrowed his brows, his face beginning to become gloomy. But Vega next to him was even more than that, he just looked at it and froze in place.

Lawrence...... You ......" the sheriff's voice revealed undisguised shock, but then turned into a raging rage: "That vicious resentful woman!!"

"Is this revenge on me!" the man with gray sideburns trembled with rage, and the man standing opposite him, known as Lawrence, clutched a black ring and shouted, "Don't think too much, captain!

The scarred middle-aged man roared loudly, "I'm the magician who kills like a murderer! If you don't stop me, I'll continue to kill!"

It was obviously a threatening word, but it sounded extremely bleak.

"What the hell did they do to you, Mary and Ann!Did that vicious woman catch Mary and Ann!Lawrence, stop, I can help you!" Vega was still roaring loudly, Lawrence gritted his teeth and shook his head in pain, and in the next moment, Henry on the left rushed out with an arrow.

"Die!!" The elite soldier, who still had the scars of last night's battle on his face, noticed the sage's movements, and he roared loudly and raised the black ring in his hand, while the expressionless Henry reached behind his back and "Qiang-".

"Click-click-" The ring and clenched palm were split in two, and Henry followed with the next sword, stabbing Lawrence through the heart.

"Poof-" He spat out a mouthful of blood, his clear light blue pupils slowly losing their temperature, and the sage held him up.

"Thank you...... You"

"That's it...... And they ...... Safe...... ......"

The light blue pupils widened and "plopped" Vega behind him fell to his knees, Henry silently looked at the dead "magician" in his arms, he stretched out two fingers to close the eyelids for the other party, and then slowly drew out the big sword.

Blood spilled frantically from the wound that pierced the heart, Henry let go of his hand, and Lawrence fell to the ground.

"The devil, the magician is dead!!"

The residents began to cheer.

"Long live the sheriff! The magician is dead!!"

They didn't know what the sheriff's conversation meant, and the residents didn't care. The man claimed to be a magician and had killed several people in a strange way, and now that he had been killed, it was something to be gleefully sung about, and the thirty or so onlookers ran around in high spirits and began to tell each other.

The festive atmosphere spread quickly.

And in this whole laughter, only the four sages are silent.

“...... Thank you. Vega sighed dejectedly, and then spoke to Henry.

"......" the sage did not answer, and in this case any words were powerless.

"At the end of the day...... What the hell am I doing? The gray hair on his sideburns seemed to add a little more, and the sheriff shook his head and said in a tone with a hint of self-deprecation.

"He was caught killing people with interference spells, and the magician died, and little Oscar Monroe cleared his suspicions and returned to freedom without doing anything. ”

"Damn!"

"Damn, ahh

Only the four of them could hear the heartfelt sorrow of the gray-haired sheriff, who was alien to the bright sunshine of Monroe on a spring day. (To be continued.) )