Hearing Annan's voice, the fighting soon stopped.

It's not just the militiamen in the frozen water port who subconsciously stopped and looked over.

Even the robbers didn't take the opportunity to attack, but looked back with surprise on their faces—

In front of them was a noble young man in a ceremonial dress.

He was very young, looking to be only twelve or thirteen, with shoulder-length black hair. He has a slender build, pale and clean skin, and wears a sapphire ring on his slender finger.

He wears a long dark blue coat with many breasts on the front. The coat is decorated with many fine gold ornaments and broken stones, and there is a shirring around the waist and black patterns on all sides. Only visible from the rear was that his short cloak was embroidered with a black three-eyed crow.

The black patterns on his clothes were crow feathers like swords.

The blue-black velvet top hat is also decorated with a piece of black feathers that are as crystal clear as a crystal.

But the most eye-catching thing is still the ice-blue pupils that are clear and clean under the top hat, which make people's hearts chill.

It looks like an emotionless puppet, and it looks like the eyes of a god. One glance is enough to take a breath away.

"I'll ask you again, gentlemen."

Annan said calmly: "Are you plundering my people? ”

He spoke a second time, and the robbers came to their senses.

They discussed in a low voice for a moment, and then one of them asked:

“…… Are you the Honorable Don Juan Gerante? ”

"It seems that you know me, and you know who is in charge of this land."

Annan's voice was arrogant and cold: "So, are you admitting it?" You're plundering my realm and hurting my people—"

"No, we're just mercenaries passing by."

Seeing that Annan's face was not good, the other robber immediately spoke: "This is some personal grudge between us, and they are all misunderstandings...... It's already in the past. ”

"Personal grudges, I know."

Annan repeated slowly.

He looked up at the houses where the flames had just been extinguished, and there were still some embers, and there was no emotion in his cold voice: "Okay, I'll just treat you as just passing by the mercenaries." So mercenaries, let's take care of another thing-

"You should know in your hearts how the law of the Kingdom deals with arsonists, right?"

I don't know anyway.

Annan added in his mind.

But just from this glance, in the large-scale wooden houses, it can be inferred that the price of arson is definitely not small, and it is likely to be a death penalty. With this layout of houses and buildings, if the fire is not extinguished in time, it is very easy to burn down a street as soon as it burns.

However, some of them were unexpected.

One of the robbers was quick to speak, "No, Lord Geraint. I set the fire, and they were just covering me to shoot arrows together. If you don't believe me, you can check out my quiver, only mine is an enchanted rocket...... So please arrest me. ”

…… Such a single?

Annan was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that something was wrong.

The man replied too quickly.

It's unnatural.

If he was really dealing with a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, maybe Annan would still be fooled by him......

You know, when he knew that he was likely to be sentenced to death, Ai replied so quickly and without much fear in his words...... Was he sure he wouldn't die, or was he ready to be scapegoated?

Before, Annan could see clearly in the back that it was the rocket that was shot out by this group of robbers together. The robbers, seeing him emerge from behind, should have been prepared for the fact that "Don Juan Gerainte saw everything".

But since this person dares to say this, it is possible that there are indeed no rockets in the other people's bags, and they are not afraid of searching them at all.

This is strange.

…… Is there anyone targeting Don Juan Geraine?

Annan squinted slightly.

"Your Excellency, Your Lord!"

At this moment, the young man who was lying on the ground who had been shot suddenly shouted: "I have something to say!" ”

It was the young militia who was the first to do it.

Annan quickly recognized his identity and asked in a cold voice, "First of all, what is your name, soldier." ”

Hearing the word soldier, the young man was in a trance for a moment, and then, with the help of others, he barely got up from the ground, and whispered in pain, "My name is Jon, Lord Lord. I'm the militia captain of Frozen Waterport!

"I'm going to report to you that this gang is indeed a bandit! They also came to raid Frozen Water Harbor a month ago, and killed several people, and the Lord of the City can do the same-"

"Master Geraint."

Before Jon could finish speaking, the robber with the longarm suddenly spoke, interrupting him with a loud voice: "We can not be bandits if you want." ”

Annan didn't say a word, just looked at him calmly, waiting for him to say more.

"You're just—"

"If I were you, boy. I'm not going to say a word right now. ”

The robber unceremoniously interrupted Jon again.

Seeing his unscrupulous posture, the militiamen gradually realized something. Someone grabbed Jon's shoulder and motioned for him to say no more.

Seeing that the militia team was quiet, the man turned his head and said to Annan with a smile: "We are really mercenaries, my lord. You can also ask them, none of us actively killed. It's just a personal vendetta...... Yes, personal conflicts. It's not about you big guys. ”

"Dismount."

Suddenly, Annan said.

"What?"

didn't hear Annan's words, and the man was stunned for a moment.

Annan said mercilessly, "Dismount me all - when I talk to the son of an earl, I ride on a horse, and I don't salute." Are you sure this is what your master taught you to talk? ”

The "robber" turned pale when he heard this, and hurriedly turned over and dismounted. The others also hurriedly dismounted.

The robber who took the lead hurriedly took off his fur hat and bowed respectfully to Annan. His momentum weakened a lot: "May the Silver Lord grant you wealth and happiness, Lord Geraint." ”

Annan just snorted coldly and did not make any response.

He paced to the horses, reached out and touched their heads, and without looking back, asked, "What's your name?" Where did it come from? ”

"Leon, my lord. Leon Coleman...... We are from Roseburg. ”

Seeing that Annan didn't seem to intend to pursue this matter too much, Leon lowered his head and smiled, and said softly: "Lord Viscount said, if you guess it, please come to Roseburg as a guest." ”

"Oh?"

Annan didn't even raise his eyelids: "Which viscount?" ”

"There is only one viscount in Roseburg. Naturally, it is the old man of the Barber family, Alvin Barber...... Your grandfather's vassal. ”

Leon said, grinning as he shoved a badge into Annan's hand.

Annan looked down and looked carefully. It was found to be a shield emblem with two motifs, an eagle and a rose.

"It's good."

He sighed, "You too." ”

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand from the horse's head and patted Leon on the shoulder.

"Naturally, we ......"

Hearing this, Leon was also relieved, and he was about to echo two more sentences, but suddenly heard a miserable scream.

I saw that the horse that had just been stroked by Annan suddenly let out a terrible scream, fell to the ground and convulsed, and was about to die on the spot.

Its entire head was covered in a thick layer of frost, and both eyes were soaked in a layer of ice mixed with blood.

"I'm sorry, your horse died."

At this moment, Annan smiled and let go of Leon's shoulders and walked slowly towards the militia.

Before Leon could figure out what was happening, he felt a chill over his shoulder, and he couldn't help but scream, startling everyone around him.

I saw that Leon's shoulders were completely stiff and he couldn't move. The left side of his neck and cheek had terrifying blue-purple veins on his face, his lips had turned blue, and his left shoulder had a terrible chill.

- It's a spell!

This Don Juan Geraine is a wizard!

"Militia, obey your lord's orders. It's time to defend Frozen Waterport! ”

Annan took a few steps towards the militia group, his cold and emotionless eyes staring at each militiaman: "Take up arms and assemble!" ”

The militia who was swept away by his gaze couldn't help but bow their heads or look away, not daring to look at him.

But the anger and hope for revenge that had been extinguished in their hearts after seeing the robbers blow up their identities also steamed.

Frozen Water Harbor has not had a strong lord for too long.

Their blood is going to be frozen.

This little lord looks so cold, but he has an upright heart.

His words were as cold as the winter winds, but they were so heart-stirring—

Annan, under the fervent and adoring gaze of the militia regiments, turned back.

He stared coldly at the panicked bandits, and drew his delicate dagger from his waist.

He raised his sword and pointed at the bandits at the front of the crowd: "Catch them, and leave no one behind—

"Live or die!"