Lord Arnold was loyal to the Kingdom of Antonwesen. Although they did not have a deep relationship, in name, the other party was the country recognized by history.

For some reason, Ms. Cathy Langgar came here condescendingly, causing the entire small city to fall into panic.

The kingdom has been operating frequently recently, and it is rumored that the lion wakes will roar, shocking those vassals who are ready to move and have no intention of being indifferent.

Although Arnold recruited warlords and was administratively independent, it was a delusion to challenge the Kingdom Iron Cavalry!

He announced that he would hold a competitive conference in advance and invite Ms. Cathy to watch it. In fact, he used it as a signboard to bring together those lackeys who were kneeling down and loyal to her.

Those who are keen to think find opportunities, and their same ambitions and despicable souls make them form groups and make money in them.

Selling secret recipes, buying and selling banned drugs, purchasing alchemy materials...

Not only that.

The daughter of the Langgar family is even more attractive than the vortex. At this competitive conference, the nobles who have been included in the list were listed and longer than the tavern menu.

And there are still families with nearby forces and low-ranking status who send their children here.

And they didn't come empty-handed.

Raiding and stealing valuables has become the most popular business nowadays. The underground market has never been so prosperous. Countless people are pierced by daggers in transactions every day...

But they enjoyed it, and the robbers and pickpockets were already in a carnival before the conference.

"This batch of goods completely ruined me."

The horse dealer whispered, revealing the birthplace of the remote coastal areas of Hangner, a dirty port known for theft and illegal transactions.

Most of the businesses they do violate the lord's laws, but the distribution of materials is uneven, and the people at the bottom have to support this profession.

About two days ago, a beautiful dark horse appeared on the grass slope outside the city.

This place where the army and horses are specially used is occupied by it alone.

Since the first time I checked in, the horse dealer understood that this beast is smarter than a child, elegant and handsome, and worth a lot of money.

They expected it to belong to a certain noble, so they formed a gang, bought the level, made a plan, and shot it over with a short arrow from the secret medicine he had asked for a lot of money at night.

but……

The "consignee" who was specially invited was scared out of the city that night.

The horse vendor realized in the language left by the other party in a hurry that this thing was Ms. Cathy's mount.

And that woman is the source of Tygonda carnival.

Their wild dogs make a living by relying on the remains of prey, but they removed the cubs of the giant beast.

Adam and Luca did not light up the oil lamp. It was afternoon outside and the sun was just right, but the house was built in a corner and deliberately covered it up, which made the inside look dark and depressing.

Bounties and bans have been issued. Horse dealers entered the city through the trail to hide. Uninformed troops have searched and investigated along the outskirts of the city, and many bandits were slaughtered.

"Why don't you kill it?"

"Don't dare, sir. Ms. Cathy put down her words. If the horse becomes a corpse, the person responsible will regret being born in this world. Those Anton Wissons know how to torture people!"

"I remember correctly. You just said that you have an accomplice. Where are the others now?"

"Ha, those scumbags ran overnight and were stopped by Captain Doheng in the city. At this moment, they were hung on a big tree in the west area, their belly was cut open, and they smelled foul...

When we heard the news, we quickly ran away with our horses. That night, the old place was broken into pieces."

The horse dealer had a serious expression, was bound by his hands and feet, and he was slumped on the ground. If it weren't for the sound of the sound, it would be no different from the dead.

"Idiots, you guys bring meat and want to escape from the wolf pack."

Just then, a strange noise came from the room.

Da, da.

Royal Floma stood up shakingly, the gray cloth slipped down, as if the wounded man who had removed the splint had just released the escalator.

"Oh my God, that's the last bottle of potion. Sir, please untie us quickly. It will kick our bones with its hooves, and the crooked mouth and the gangster will be seriously injured by it!"

The horse vendor began to struggle, obviously having any bad memories. Although Luka was threatened to shut his mouth, he still trembled and even sobbed.

Adam untied his sword belt and threw it on the ground, spread it out and showed his hands, spinning around like a search.

This creature has intelligence and is incredible in physique.

"Easy, kid."

His tone was soft and he slowly approached the other person.

Royal Floma shook his head and sobbed, as if a dying prisoner was defending his last dignity.

It has elf bloodline and can feel that the other party's bloodline has no history.

The orthodox king has blessings, and his descendants or canonized nobles need to be sweared by the loyalty of the gambling name, which is protected by curses or secret techniques!

Adam had come to him, and he believed that the notes were false.

Sure enough, the index finger ring mark flashed slightly in the dim room, and the old object that had been viewed throughout history was blessed with the lost secret technique.

Although it has been replaced, it has been engraved into the soul while recognizing Adam.

[The Lord Ring will defend your identity before you die. This will not be invalid due to loss. Those who first see the mystery or the same bloodline can be aware of it.]

"Huh, yes, very good, relax."

The horse was gasping and quietly receiving caress. Apart from shaking and trampling from time to time due to fatigue and weakness, there was basically no intention of resisting.

"Hey, you didn't get bitten off your finger or kicked off your knee."

"Close your mouth."

Adam scolded in a deep voice, stroked the whip marks on the horse's body with a serious expression, and observed carefully on the blood clot.

Fortunately, there was no disability and the quality was complete.

The saddle has disappeared, and it is obvious that this accessory has been replaced with coins and is wandering somewhere.

...

At this time, outside Tygonda City.

The whip marks were terrifying, bloody and bloody, and the corpse had completely lost movement.

The bystander opened his mouth dumbly, and the stench came from his crotch, and the water stains gathered and spread, mixed with the plasma.

The perpetrator cleans his hands, curls up the animal skin whip, and soaks it in water.

"It seems that he didn't deceive me, so what about you?"

Military Director's voice was cold, but he had not received a response for a long time. When he turned around, he found that several hooligans had already twitched and fainted, and their heads were still shaking.

"Well, you guys don't, you can't be wrong."

He waved his hand, and the Anton Weisen cavalry stabbed several hearts with steel swords, and then dragged them away and burned them together.

The military chief opened the exquisite square box, which contained the Langyaer clan emblem. Ms. Cathy once advised:

"If I don't show my identity symbol, Royal Floma will never leave you."

The cavalry team has been integrated, and there are only ten people who come to Tygonda with them, but they are well-equipped and highly skilled.

"Sir, if we leave like this, can those trash protect Lord Cathy?"

"Listen, sir, I have a friend in the city. The other party's methods are not simple, it's not your turn to worry about it! Is it true that the loss of Royal Floma is a dereliction of duty for us?"

The cavalry were silent, and even the horses lowered their heads to avoid the reprimand.

His whip never showed mercy, and military discipline is remembered and awe-inspired in cruel and atrocities.

"Okay, the rest is over. Now it's confirmed that the horse has never left the city, so I'll go back to find it with me!"

The war horse covered with Mithril's soft armor raised dust and clear hoof prints, destroying weeds while constantly bombarding the dirt road.

After a long time, the crow fell down.

They stopped on the rotten wood, and their feathers swayed in the autumn wind in the wild, quietly waiting for the pile of charred and hot corpses to slowly lose their temperature.
Chapter completed!