The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 16: Life or death

     Hearing Annan’s voice, the battle soon stopped.

   It's not just those 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 an aristocratic boy in ceremonial costume.

   He is very young, he looks only twelve or thirteen years old, with shoulder-to-shoulder black hair. He has a slender figure, pale and clean skin, and a sapphire ring on his slender fingers.

   He is wearing a long dark blue coat with many buttons on the front. The coat is decorated with many fine gold ornaments and crushed gems. There is a circle of ruffles at the waist, and black patterns are decorated everywhere. Only from the rear can he see that a black three-eyed crow is embroidered on his short cloak.

   The black patterns on his clothes are like sword-like crow feathers.

   The blue and black velvet top hat is also decorated with a crystal-like black feather.

   But the most eye-catching is still the ice-blue pupils under the top hat that are clear and clean to make people feel cold.

   is like a doll with no emotion, but also like the eyes of a god. A glance is enough to catch one's mind.

   "I will ask you again, gentlemen."

  Annan spoke calmly: "Are you looting my leader?"

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

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

   "...You are Don Juan Gerante?"

   "It seems that you know me and who owns 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 looked bad, another robber immediately opened his mouth and said: "This is some personal grievances between us. It's all a misunderstanding... It's over."

   "Personal grudges, I know."

   Annan slowly repeated.

He raised his head and glanced at the houses where the flames had just gone out, and there were still some surviving private houses. There was no emotion in his cold voice: "Okay, I will treat you as just passing mercenaries. Then mercenaries, let's deal with another matter —

   "How should the Kingdom Law deal with arsonists, don't you know?"

   Anyway, I don’t know.

   Annan added in his heart.

   But from this glance, in the large-scale wooden houses, it can be inferred that the cost of arson is definitely not small, and the high probability is 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 as soon as it burns.

   However, something was beyond Annan's expectations.

One of the robbers quickly said: "No, Lord Gerante. I set the fire. They are just covering me for shooting arrows. If you don't believe me, you can check my quiver. Only mine is an enchanted rocket... So please arrest me."

  ...Such a bachelor?

  Annan was taken aback, and then immediately realized that it was wrong.

   This person responded too quickly.

   This is unnatural.

   If he is really dealing with a twelve or thirteen-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 he replied so quickly, and there is not much fear in the words... Is he sure he will not die, or he has already made a scapegoat Preparations?

   Previously, Annan saw clearly from behind that it was the rocket fired by these bandits together. The robbers saw him appear from behind, and they should be prepared for "Don Juan Gerante saw everything".

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

   This is strange.

  ...Is anyone targeting Don Juan Gerante?

  Annan squinted slightly.

   "My lord, my lord!"

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

   was the first young militiaman to do it.

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

Hearing the word soldier, the young man was in a daze. Then with the assistance of others, he barely got up from the ground, enduring the pain, and said in a low voice: "My name is Jon, Lord Lord. I am the captain of the militia in Frozenport. !

   "I want to report to you, this group of people are indeed robbers! They also looted the frozen water port a month ago and killed several people, and the Lord of the City can also do—"

   "Master Gerant."

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

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

   "You obviously—"

   "If I were you, kid. I won't say a word now."

   The robber interrupted Jon unceremoniously again.

   Seeing his unscrupulous posture, the militia gradually realized something. Someone pressed Jon's shoulder and motioned him not to say more.

Seeing that the militia was quiet, the man turned his head and smiled and said to Annan: "We are really mercenaries, sir. You can also ask them, none of us took the initiative to kill. This is just a private vengeance...Yes. Yes, personal conflict. It has nothing to do with you big people."

   "Get off the horse."

   Suddenly, Annan said.

"what?"

   Did not hear what Annan said, the man was startled.

   Annan said mercilessly: "All dismount me-riding on a horse when talking with a son of an earl, and no courtesy. Are you sure this is the conversation etiquette taught to you by your master?"

   The "robber" turned pale when he heard the words, and quickly turned over and got off the horse. The others got off their horses in a hurry.

   The robber who took the lead hurriedly took off his leather cap and saluted Annan respectfully. His aura has also weakened a lot because of this: "May the Silver Lord give you wealth and peace, Master Gerant."

   Annan just gave a cold snort, without making any response.

   He paced up to the horses himself, reached out his hand to touch its head, and asked without looking back, "What is your name? Where do you come from?"

   "Lyon, my lord. Leon Coleman...we are from Roseburg."

   Seeing that Annan didn’t seem to want to pursue this matter too much, Leon lowered his head and smiled and said softly, “The Viscount Master said, if you guess it, please come to Roseburg to be a guest.”

"Oh?"

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

   "There is only one Viscount in Roseburg. Naturally, it is the father of Barber's family, Lord Alvin Barber... your grandfather's vassal."

   Leon said, smiling and stuffing a badge in Annan's hand.

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

"pretty good."

   He sighed: "So are you."

   said, he took his hand away from the horse's head and patted Leon on the shoulder.

   "That's natural, we..."

   Leon was also relieved when he heard that, he was about to add two more sentences, but suddenly heard a scream.

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

   There was a thick layer of frost on its entire head, and a layer of ice stained with blood was leached in both eyes of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com.

   "Sorry, your horse is dead."

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

   Leon didn't even understand what was going on, he felt an extreme cold coming from his shoulder, and he couldn't help screaming, which scared everyone around him.

   I saw Leon's shoulders completely stiff, unable to move. Terrible blue-purple blood vessels surfaced on his left neck and cheeks, his lips turned black, and a terrible chill steamed out of his left shoulder.

  —It's a spell!

   This Don Juan Gerante is a wizard!

   "The militia, obey your lord's orders. The time has come to defend the frozen water harbor!"

  Annan walked a few steps into the militia, her cold and emotionless eyes watched every militiaman: "Take up the weapon and gather together!"

   The militiamen who were swept by his gaze couldn't help lowering their heads or turning their gazes away, so they didn't dare to look at him.

   But after seeing the group of bandits blew their identities in their hearts, the extinguished anger and hope of revenge also steamed up.

   Frozen Water Harbor, it has been too long since there was a strong lord.

   Their blood will be frozen.

   The little lord looked so cold, but he had an upright heart.

   His words are as cold as the wind of winter, but they are so exciting—

   Annan turned around under the ardent and admiring gaze of the militia.

   He stared coldly at the group of robbers who were in panic, and drew a delicate short sword from his waist.

   He raised his sword and pointed at the group of bandits at the front of the crowd: "Catch them, don’t leave one—

   "Life or death!"

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