Chapter 16

Hearing Annan's voice, the battle soon stopped.

Not only those militiamen in the frozen water port stopped subconsciously and looked over.

Even those robbers didn't take the opportunity to attack, but looked back in surprise—

In front of them was an aristocratic boy in a dress.

He was very young, looking only twelve or thirteen years old, with shoulder-length black shattered hair. He was slender, with pale and clean skin, and a sapphire ring on his slender fingers.

He was wearing a long dark blue coat with many buttons down the front. The coat is decorated with many fine gold ornaments and gemstones, and there is a circle of shirring at the waist, and black patterns are decorated all around. Only visible from the rear, his short cloak was embroidered with a black three-eyed raven.

The black patterns on his clothes are the crow feathers like swords.

The blue-black velvet hat is also decorated with a black feather that is as crystal clear as crystal.

But the most eye-catching is still the ice-blue pupils that are so clear and clean under the top hat that it makes one's heart feel cold.

It seems to be an emotionless puppet, and it looks like the eyes of a god. A glance at it is enough to catch one's mind.

"I'll ask you again, gentlemen."

Annan said calmly, "Are you looting my subjects?"

The second time he spoke, the robbers woke up.

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

"... Are you His Excellency Don Juan Geraint?"

"It seems that you know me and know who controls this land."

Annan's voice was arrogant and cold: "So, do you admit it? You are looting my territory and hurting my people—"

"No, we are just passing mercenaries."

Seeing that Annan's face was not good, another robber immediately said, "This is some personal grievance between us, it's all a misunderstanding... It's over."

"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 lingering fires. There was no emotion in his cold voice: "Okay, I will treat you as just passing by mercenaries. Then mercenaries, let's deal with another matter. ——

"How does the Kingdom Law deal with arsonists, you should know in your hearts?"

I don't know anyway.

Annan added in his mind.

But just from this look, 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 the death penalty. This kind of house and building layout, if the fire is not put out in time, it is very easy to burn down a street.

However, some things went beyond Annan's expectations.

One of the robbers quickly said: "No, Lord Geraint. I set the fire, they are just covering me to shoot arrows together. If you don't believe me, you can check my quiver, only mine is an enchanted flaming rocket... ...so please arrest me."

...so a bachelor?

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

The man answered too quickly.

This is very unnatural.

If he is really dealing with a 12- or 13-year-old boy, maybe Annan will be fooled by him...

You know, love when he knows that he is likely to be sentenced to death, but the answer is so fast, and there is not much fear in his words... Is he sure that he will not die, or he has already done a good job Preparation for sin?

Earlier, Annan could see clearly from behind that it was the rocket fired by the group of robbers. The robbers should have been prepared for the fact that "Don Juan Geraint saw everything" when they saw him emerge from behind.

But since this person dared to say that, there may be no rockets in other people's bags, and they are not afraid of them searching.

This is strange.

... is someone targeting Don Juan Geraint?

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"My lord, my lord!"

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

It was the young militiaman who first acted.

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

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

"I want to report to you, this group of people are indeed robbers! They also came to raid the frozen water port a month ago, killing several people, the city owner can also do-"

"Master Geraint."

Before Jon could finish speaking, the robber with the polearm suddenly spoke up and interrupted him with a loud voice: "As long as you want, we don't have to be robbers."

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

"You obviously—"

"If I were you, boy. I wouldn't say a word now."

The robber interrupted Jon again unceremoniously.

Seeing his unbridled attitude, the militiamen gradually realized something. Someone grabbed Jon's shoulder and motioned him to stop talking.

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 took the initiative to kill. This is just a personal vendetta... Yes, personal conflict. Nothing to do with you big guys."

"dismount."

Suddenly, Annan said.

"what?"

Not listening to Annan's words, the man was startled.

Annan said mercilessly: "All dismount for me - ride on the horse when talking to the son of an earl, and don't salutation. Are you sure this is the conversation etiquette your master taught you?"

The "robber" turned pale when he heard this, and quickly turned over and dismounted. The others also got off their horses in a hurry.

The robber who took the lead hurriedly took off his leather cap and gave Annan a respectful deep salute. His aura was also weakened a lot because of this: "May the Silver Jue grant you wealth and happiness, Sir Geraint."

Annan just snorted and did not respond.

He paced to the horses himself, reached out and touched its head, and asked without looking back, "What's your name? Where do you come from?"

"Lyon, my lord. Leon Coleman... We're from Roseburg."

Seeing that Annan didn't seem to intend to pursue this matter too much, Leon leaned over with a low head and smiled, and said softly, "Lord Viscount said, if you can guess, please come to Roseburg as a guest."

"Oh?"

Annan didn't lift his eyelids: "Which Viscount?"

"There is only one Viscount in Roseburg. Of course, the old man of the Barber family, Lord Alvin Barber...a vassal of your grandfather."

Leon said, grinning and stuffing a badge into Annan's hand.

Annan looked down and looked at it carefully. It was found that it was a shield emblem with two designs of eagle and rose.

"fine."

He sighed: "You too."

Saying that, he pulled his hand away from the horse's head and patted Leon's shoulder lightly.

"Of course, we..."

Hearing that, Leon was also relieved. He was about to echo two more sentences, but suddenly heard a scream.

I saw that the horse that had just been stroked by An Nan suddenly let out a shrill scream, fell to the ground and twitched, and was about to die on the spot.

Its entire head was covered with a thick layer of frost, and its eyes were soaked with a layer of blood-stained ice.

"Sorry, you are dead."

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 going on, he felt an extreme cold coming from his shoulders, and he couldn't help screaming, which startled everyone around him.

I saw Leon's shoulders were completely frozen, unable to move. A terrifying blue-purple vein pattern appeared on his left neck and cheek, his lips turned blue and black, and a terrifying cold air steamed from his left shoulder.

- It's magic!

This Don Juan Geraint is a wizard!

"The Militia, obey your lord's orders. It's time to defend the frozen water port!"

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

The militiaman caught by his gaze couldn't help lowering his head or looking away, not daring to meet him.

But in their hearts, the anger and hope of revenge that had been extinguished after seeing the group of robbers self-destructed, also evaporated.

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

Their blood will be frozen.

The little lord looked so indifferent, but he had an honest heart.

His words were as cold as the winter wind, yet so heart-warming—

Annan turned his head under the warm and adoring gaze of the militia.

He stared coldly at the group of robbers in panic, and drew a delicate dagger from his waist.

He raised his sword and pointed at the group of robbers at the front of the crowd: "Catch them, and leave none of them—

"Death or life!"