The other party's grasp was just like the situation in Dean's memory.

It's just that Dean at that time was seriously ill and lying in the snow, and the other party was arrogant.

And now?

The other party's swagger is still the same, but Dean is different-

Syllable!

When the opponent's palm was still some distance away from the long sword at his waist, Dean slapped the opponent's palm away, and, the next moment, a powerful straight kick kicked the opponent's lower abdomen.

Bang!

Even with the cover of cotton jacket and leather armor, this foot still brought a dull sound, and the appearance of the other party retreating again and again, and finally simply sitting on the ground, proved the power in this dull sound.

That doesn't end there, though.

Dean's shadow followed the other party who fell to the ground, and with a flick of his palm, the opponent's short sword fell into Dean's hand; Then, like that, it was sheathed towards the other person's cheek.

Slap, slap, slap......

In the loud thrust, the corners of the other party's mouth swelled for the first time, and several teeth mixed with blood fell out.

"Do you want to be hanged if a soldier of yours dares to attack a midshipman?"

Dean shouted like this, and the whipping in his hand became harder and harder, and the other man's slightly dazed expression was obviously in a state of stupor, and he was about to fall unconscious—no doubt, Dean's words were not said to the man in front of him who had been slapped on the cheek.

As for to whom?

It was self-evident that the soldiers who rushed out of the barracks and houses, hearing Dean's shout, immediately stopped rushing forward, looked at each other, and subconsciously looked at the person behind them: their regimental commander - Potts.

"Stop!"

Under the watchful eye of his men, the leader of the Knights of Fecharon shouted and strode towards Dean.

"This is the first and last time, if you do it again, I will definitely hang you!"

Hearing the shout, Dean straightened up, looked at the other party whose face was completely swollen, and said in a stern tone; And when everyone thought this was the end, Dean lifted his legs, and the soles of his boots made intimate contact with the other man's face again; And this time, it also made the guard completely faint.

Most of the members of the Knights of Fecharon, who saw this scene, subconsciously shrank their necks, and they made a decision in their hearts that they would definitely not provoke Dean lightly in the future.

After all, no one wants to suffer for no reason - look at poor Rydel, the wound on his face is enough to keep him out of the house for two weeks, and, even if he is healed, he may not be able to eat meat, only to drink porridge and soup, and the dozen or so teeth that flew out, still stained with blood, are particularly conspicuous on the snow.

However, it is really very comforting!

It's great that this bad guy will also be punished like this!

Most of the members of the Knights of the Knights of Fecharon, who had such a thought in their hearts, looked at Dean with a different look in their eyes - and even that trace of fear gradually changed.

And some of the remaining members of the Knights of Fecharon did not look at Dean so politely, the kind of eyes that seemed to be about to eat people were enough to show their anger; After all, as official members of the Knights of Fecharon, they have a very good relationship with Reddell.

If it weren't for the identity of the other party, and if they saw the head of the regiment personally stop it, they would have rushed up a long time ago.

Hmph, you will be unlucky!

The official members of the Knights of Fecharon looked at Dean and cursed viciously in their hearts, and, looking forward to it, they all wanted to see how their captain taught each other.

"Excuse me, is it the Potts Captain of the Knights of Fecharon?"

Dean greeted the head of the Knights of the Knights of Fecharon, stepped forward quickly, and after making a knightly salute, asked politely - if it weren't for the blood-stained sheathed short sword in his hand, no one would have been able to connect the slightly tyrannical man before with the person in front of him.

If the former is a butcher, then the latter is a personable scholar, a poet, or even a ...... Aristocrat.

Seeing Dean stamping Rydel unconscious without hesitation, Potts was already angry in his heart, knowing that it was his nephew, so he was ready to treat him in the same way - Dean dared to punish his nephew for 'rudeness' and 'offense'.

He dared to punish the other party for the same crime, and the other party's recklessness made Potts quite sure of this punishment.

However, looking at Dean who greeted him politely at this moment, Potts's original plan obviously fell through.

"Well, you're?"

Potts, who had failed in his plan, was not disappointed, but asked with a stern face—the burly, tall Potts was born with a stern face, and it was this stern sù that made him bluff into thinking of him as an upright person; For example, the Baron of Tyre and the previous Dean.

In the previous life, if it weren't for the other party who took the initiative to expose his true colors, the simple Dean would never have thought that Potts, who was 'just' and 'harsh' in his eyes, would be a complete hypocrite and villain; That's something in memory, though, now Dean?

Cunning is the best evaluation.

Of course, no one minds adding another one: ruthlessness.

Dean straightened up, calculating whether there was any omission in the plan to kill the person in front of him, and while taking out the letter of appointment, he said loudly: "Central Knights, Trainee Knight Dean. Ken, come and report to you! ”

As he spoke, Dean gave another knightly salute.

Respectful and well-spoken, Potts could not find the slightest excuse for 'punishment'.

However, when he heard Dean's name, the heart of the head of the Knights of Fecharon moved—he thought of the letter that had appeared before him fifteen days earlier, the letter from the great man of the Emerald City.

Is this the kid?

Potts looked at Dean carefully—his clothes were clean and neat, without the slightest fatigue or wolf bèi of a long journey, and the leather jacket covered with military uniform obviously brought extraordinary warmth; In particular, the straight appearance standing in front of him seemed to explain something to him, which ordinary people from farmers and merchants would not dare to do.

The other party is from a small aristocratic background!

Potts guessed with great certainty that-

You must know that if you come to Tilling from the Emerald Capital, if you walk, even if you don't sleep, it will take two months, which is still something that a young man with a strong body can do, and if he is a little older, he will definitely fall ill on the road due to the travel and the difference in climate.

And to be able to come in advance, it is definitely with the help of horses, how can an ordinary family have a horse, of course, it is only some wealthy families, and in these wealthy families, the merchant is absolutely impossible to be so calm in the face of the highest commander of the local knight order like him.

The groveling feeling of a businessman, no matter how well it is hidden, Potts has the confidence that he can't escape his eyes.

Therefore, the other party is a small nobleman!

As for why the little aristocracy?

In the letter from the big man in the Emerald Capital, he did not deliberately mention the identity of the other party, which was obviously a little unmentionable; What's more, the appearance of the other party's 'no resistance power' here has already explained enough problems - noble background, but not prominent, wealthy family, and able to maintain the demeanor of the aristocracy, but in the face of the crushing of real bigwigs, it is obviously powerless.

Obviously, this is very good news for Potts.

Not only can the other party climb the high branch of the great man of the Emerald Capital, but also be able to make a stroke-yes, the head of Potts has already recognized the identity of Dean's minor nobleman, and is ready to squeeze some oil and water from Dean's body; You know, usually nobles, but there are one or two family heirlooms.

And recently, the 'wild fox' Mitte in the Jan's territory is buying these things

Seem...... Be able to sell it for a high price!

As for the alleged murder of the nobles?

He didn't do it, it was the hateful, barbarian bandits, and he, the Knights, was very saddened by the loss of a good young man, and swore that he would find those barbarian bandits, didn't he?

Thinking of this, the Captain of Potts, like a real head of the Knights, showed that generous smile, he took the letter of appointment from Dean's hand, checked it, and after confirming that it was correct, he said loudly, "Knight Dean, as the head of the Knights of the Fercharon, accept your report - from now on you are a member of the Knights of the Knights of Fercharon!" ”

"It is my pleasure, Your Excellency!"

Dean nodded with the same smile, a smile that, like the role he was playing at the moment, was reserved, but in fact there was no one in his eyes—a smile that was perfectly in line with the aristocratic style.

Of course, such a smile also has a little joy in it, after all, Potts saw what he wanted to show the other party as he thought.

At the moment, both of them were laughing.

However, in the end, who can have the last laugh seems to be the most important thing.

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