The nobles left in the tent, the nobles who were still peeking outside the tent by Lancet, saw what Pandora had done, their bodies trembled violently, and a chill appeared in their hearts.

Originally, they thought that the mysterious wizard Richard was already terrifying, but they didn't expect that the inconspicuous little girl next to Richard was also so terrifying.

If you hit your body, even if you are wearing armor, you will be beaten alive and vomit blood, or even directly killed, right?

Viscount Randster thought with a twinkle in his eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind. The next moment, seeing Richard walking straight away, he couldn't help but be shocked again, and said with some vigilance: "What do you want to do?"

"I'll give you something to explain. Richard said, leaning over to Lancet, whispering a few words, and then walked straight out of the tent.

After listening to Richard's words, Lancet's eyes flashed, revealing a somewhat complicated expression, but for a moment he regained his calm, as if nothing had happened and continued to maintain order. Staring at all the nobles, to prevent anyone who is not long-eyed from rushing to a distance of five meters from Prince Gro, when the time comes, I am afraid that Prince Gro's head will be punched by the little girl dressed in purple.

Richard stepped out of the tent and walked to the open space in front of the tent.

The nobles inside the tent, the nobles outside the tent, many eyes followed Richard, wanting to see what Richard was going to do.

Richard did very simply, walked to the middle of the clearing, stopped, then turned his head to look at the nearest young nobleman, and asked, "What's your name?"

The aristocrats who were questioned were tall and thin, looked very handsome, and with golden hair, they were simply the protagonists of knightly novels. But this protagonist, obviously not as brave as the previous Viscount Lancet, was very nervous after being questioned by Richard, his face was a little pale, and he stammered: "...... Bill Caesar. ”

"Bill Caesar?" Richard's eyes flashed slightly, "If you introduce yourself as a nobleman, don't you usually bring your own title?

"I ......," Bill Caesar blushed, "I ...... I haven't inherited the title yet, but my father is a marquis......"

"Well, that's it. Richard nodded, "Bill Caesar...... Sir, will you give me the sword you wear at your waist?"

"Ahh......h What do you want to do?" didn't realize that Richard, though in a pleading tone, was speaking an order.

"Give it to me. Richard said in an accentuated tone, too lazy to say anything more to the other party.

"Uh, good...... Okay......" In Richard's gaze, Bill Caesar sweated, did not dare to refuse, and finally shuddered and pulled out his long sword and handed it to Richard. Viscount Lanster, who was not far away, looked at it, and an undisguised sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he thought of something, and turned his head to look at the rest of the people.

Richard took Bill Caesar's longsword and looked at it and saw that it was a good knight's sword. This kind of sword is also called armed sword, belongs to the current world's more sophisticated one-handed sword, the blade is an acute angle isosceles triangle, more than 70 centimeters long, more than 10 centimeters in grip, with a larger counterweight ball, can take into account both horse and foot combat: in horse warfare can give full play to the power of the stab, in the face of standing on the ground or has fallen to the ground when the enemy can also be effective killing, but in line with their own requirements.

Picking up his sword and looking at Bill Caesar, Richard asked again, "Which of the horses here is yours?"

The camp was not small, and many of the nobles had just arrived on horseback, and then they had not even had time to tie their horses to their tents, so as not to fall behind. So at this time, in the open space in front of the tent, there were more than a dozen horses scattered.

Richard had noticed that Bill Caesar's boots were new, presumably new after the hunt, and that there was almost no dirt on them, and that he was apparently one of the people who came on horseback, so he chose to ask for a sword and ask questions in passing.

Bill Caesar didn't know what Richard's intentions were, and he didn't know whether to lie or not, so he finally pointed to the horses and said in a trembling voice, "That...... That one. ”

"Good. Richard nodded, and walked towards the horse.

"You...... What do you want to do with my horse?" asked Bill Caesar behind his back.

"You'll find out right away. Richard spoke, walked straight to the front of the horse, and the next moment held the horse's back with his left hand, and put the long sword in his right hand on the side of the horse's body, the tip of the sword slowly sliding, as if looking for something.

"You...... Are you trying to ......" Bill Caesar's eyes widened uncontrollably, already guessing what Richard was going to do. Although he didn't know why Richard did this, it didn't stop him from getting excited.

It's his horse!

A good horse is not only the wealth of a nobleman, but also the capital to show off and a symbol of noble status. A good horse is only available to nobles. Conversely, if a nobleman does not even have a horse and is reduced to walking like an ordinary soldier, is he still a nobleman?

The tip of Richard's sword continued to slide on the horse's body, and the cold touch made the horse a little restless, but it was pressed hard by Richard.

The next moment, the tip of the sword in Richard's right hand stopped, and a certain part was determined.

Bill Caesar couldn't help but shout, "Don't!"

The horses also seemed to sense danger and neighed: "Neigh!"

Richard, on the other hand, didn't blink his eyes, and his right arm slammed into force.

"Poof!"

The sharp sword pierced directly into the horse's body, piercing the heart with precision.

"My horse!" cried out Bill Caesar.

The horse struggled violently, and its huge body gave it a stronger vitality than a human, and even if its heart was pierced, it did not die at the first moment, and at the moment of dying, it neighed and attacked Richard.

Richard's lips opened and closed, and the incantation was pronounced, and the "brute force of the wind" blessed his body. The left hand pressed on the horse's back was slightly raised, and then it slapped down heavily, like a mountain peak pressing on the horse.

There was a "click", the sound of the horse's leg being broken, and before the attack could be made, he was directly and violently pressed to the ground by Richard, unable to move.

Bleeding, hissing.

Pain, wailing.

Convulsions, death.

Eventually, the horses remained motionless and died.

Bill Caesar, who was next to him, had round eyes, but he didn't dare to come up and express his dissatisfaction with Richard.

Richard didn't bother to explain, drew his long sword, swung it quickly, dissected the horse's entire body, and quickly found the horse's broken heart. Starting from the heart, combing around, and finally intercepting two arteries, one thick and one thin.

Walking towards the tent with the blood vessels, passing by Bill Caesar, Richard suddenly thought of something, and Bill Caesar ordered: "I have hunted a lot of pheasants and ducks today, and when I process them into food, there will definitely be a lot of feathers plucked, you go find them now, and bring them to me." ”

"Uh......" Bill Caesar stood still and did not move.

Richard frowned, and couldn't help but shake his head when he saw that the other party was looking directly at his dead horse.

Is it a bit too much to do it yourself?

Uh, okay.

With a slightly softened expression, he walked up to Bill Caesar, patted the other party on the shoulder and whispered, "Mr. Bill Caesar, now...... Please do what I say, or I promise you'll be like your horse, believe it or not?"

"Me!" Bill Caesar glared, looked at Richard in horror, and the next moment he didn't say a word, and ran away quickly.

Richard couldn't help but shake his head, and walked back to the tent and walked in.