In hand-to-hand combat, the large number of people is an advantage that cannot be ignored.

However, if a group of ordinary people are against it, it is a person who can pinch a person's head and lift him off the ground by raising his hand.

Even the guy who doesn't need to retract his legs to accumulate strength, and can lift his legs off the ground with just a kick on a tied lunge as if he was walking, doesn't have dozens or hundreds of people, and it really can't be said to be a 'numerical advantage'.

These people did not have long swords on them, at most daggers and sticks.

Lan En had already smashed the few guys with daggers down in the first place.

With the strength of these people, and the space to exert himself limited by the small alleys, the wooden stick hitting his armor could not even make him shake it.

Only the wooden stick that came at his head could distract him from it.

Lan En's big hand had completely wrapped the fist of the leader of the group, but he pressed down slightly, and under the extreme pressure of the twisting angle of the human joints, the gangster leader had to kneel on the ground with a wail.

A whistling sound came from the back of his head.

Lan En didn't even roll his eyes, his free palm was scooped back, and the striking end of a wooden stick was just in his hand.

With a twist of the palm, the stick was pulled out of the holder's palm with flesh and skin.

With a slight flick from the bottom to the top, the guy behind him who wanted to sneak attack widened his eyes, covered the vital point of his lower body and slowly knelt down.

In the end, it bent into a lobster on the ground, and it was painful.

"Hey Lann, I just heard the sound of an egg breaking!"

Arya gasped and shouted at Lan En at the exit of the alley.

Lan En didn't look back to teach her a lesson.

"Little girl's family! You should know what you hear, don't say it! ”

With that, the witcher's cat's eyes looked at the leader of the thugs kneeling in front of him, and smiled slightly apologetically.

"Dude, look at this. I still have a little girl here, and I really don't want to make the scene ugly and bad for the child. You should do yourself a favor, and you know that you're not a tough guy, otherwise you wouldn't be a gangster, right? If there is anything to say, we will save trouble. ”

The kneeling thug, his eyes already bloodshot from the pain in his joints, looked vicious and irritable.

But before he could curse, Len had already pulled his little finger out of his fist and slammed it upward.

"I'll you!"

"Quack!"

The sound of a broken knuckle is crisp.

The leader of a gangster, he is vicious to the sky in his life, can there be evil ghosts and water ghosts?

In Lan's opinion, this vicious threat is not as great as the fish bones in a soup bowl.

"Xiu, Xiufu!"

The man who was still stiff just now couldn't wait to spit out a name in the face of Lan En's calm eyes like repairing toys at this time.

And after Lan En slightly loosened the severed finger, he said like a cannon, for fear that he would put on another finger if he took a step slower.

"Sir Xiufu! He was recently knighted by King Robert! Previously an acolyte of the former Prime Minister! Now he doesn't know where he got a lot of money, this kid is obsessed with his knighthood, and in order to let everyone see his identity, he must be willing to spend a lot of money to buy that good sword on your back! ”

Lan En nodded slightly, signaling that the gangster leader was doing a good job.

"It's not uncommon for people to get carried away by the glory and status they crave. But you said before that he also collects all kinds of strange objects? What's in it? Why? ”

"It was his interest that was born after the death of the former prime minister, and it was rumored that he had been cursed with dried lizards and dragon bone ornaments. I don't think he likes those things, but wants to use them to defend against some kind of curse? He looked frightened by the death of the former prime minister. ”

The word 'keel' piqued Ran's interest, and the rest of the narrative was lackluster.

In the wizarding world, people's fears of magic for no reason were very prevalent, and various folk remedies called 'resistance to magic' emerged one after another.

And in this world, Lan En has not yet seen real magic. He felt that magic might be much scarcer here than in the wizarding world.

Whether a knight who has just been canonized is qualified to be cursed is really too small to think about.

Unlike the generally ignorant people who know wizards, real wizards need time, energy, and cost to cast spells.

It's really unlikely that they'll unleash a powerful spell because of the bad taste of folklore, or their 'evil nature', and that's a loss.

"One last question. You should know where he lives, right? ”

When questioned, Lan En's expression was very kind.

——

Two people, one big and one small, walked out of the alley again and stood in the sun.

Lan was re-fastening the straps of the two swords on his chest, and Arya's expression was no longer as excited as she had been when she had seen the excitement.

The little girl's brow was now furrowed, and her eyes flashed with thought and anxiety.

"That's not right, is it, Lanne?"

"Ha, it looks like you're getting nervous."

Lan En glanced at the stern Arya.

"The former prime minister died suddenly, and his attendants were canonized by the king, which can be understood as the king's remembrance of the former prime minister. But big bucks? Not to the orphan of the former prime minister, but to an attendant? Is this possible? ”

"That's not right! Lanne! The former prime minister died abnormally! ”

Arya is no longer the carefree little girl who wants nothing more than someone to teach her swordsmanship.

She followed Lan En in a strange world against cannibals, slave traders, monsters, and a great upheaval that could upend the entire kingdom's political situation.

What she experienced was a story that no one believed in ordinary civilians.

Experiences give people growth.

In the middle of the gangster's words, Arya, a child who was not yet ten years old, had already sensed that something was wrong.

"Does Ed have a good relationship with the former prime minister?"

Rann asked Arya.

He was not a local, and even a local would have to be blind to such a relationship between the nobility.

"Dad and the king, when they were young, were fostered under the knee of the former prime minister, they are both the sons of the former prime minister, and they are brothers to each other."

Lan En's good-looking eyebrows raised slightly.

This relationship is not inextricably linked.

Judging from Ran's understanding of Eddard Stark in just a few days, this man, who is like a traditional knight, will almost inevitably investigate the hidden circumstances of his father-in-law's death.

But the problem is that a prime minister who has been working in King's Landing for many years has been killed for some reason.

So a prime minister who insists on investigating and has just taken office can't die to die?

Together, Arya and Lane turned to look at each other.

But the difference was that there was a kind of confusion and panic in those young gray eyes. And in those amber cat eyes, there is a calm.

"Tsk, I thought your father was just a little difficult to do because of the new official, but I didn't expect that your family is also in trouble, Arya."

Lan En leaned closer to Arya's little face, squinted his eyes and smiled evilly, and tapped his finger at her forehead.

"Okay. You're going to have to take out all your Stark treasures for me to thank me! ”

Facing the crumb witcher who has already opened his mouth to ask for a reward before he even starts working.

The panic in the little girl's eyes was suddenly like a morning mist in the sun.

Dissipated without a trace.

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