Hearing Annan's voice, the fighting quickly stopped.
It wasn't just the militiamen in Frozen Water Port who subconsciously stopped and looked over.
Even the robbers didn't take the opportunity to attack, but looked back with surprise—
In front of their eyes was a noble boy in formal attire.
He was very young, about twelve or thirteen years old, with shoulder-length black shattered hair. He has a slender figure, pale and clean skin, and a sapphire ring on his slender finger.
He wore a long dark blue coat with many buttons down the front. The coat is decorated with many fine gold ornaments and broken gemstones, and the waist is gathered around the waist, and the four sides are decorated with black patterns. Visible only from behind, a black three-eyed raven is embroidered on his short cloak.
The black patterns on his clothes are just like sword feathers.
The blue-black velvet top hat is also decorated with a black feather that is crystal clear and translucent.
But the most eye-catching thing is still the ice-blue pupils under the top hat, so clear and clean that it makes one's heart chill.
It seems to be a doll without emotion, and it looks like the eyes of a god. Just a glance is enough to take your breath away.
"I'll ask you again, gentlemen."
Annan said calmly, "Are you robbing my people?"
The second time he spoke, the robbers came to their senses.
They discussed in low voices for a while, and then one of them asked:
"... Are you His Excellency Don Juan Geraint?"
"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 plundering my territory and hurting my subjects—"
"No, we are just passing mercenaries."
Seeing Annan's complexion, the other robber immediately said, "This is some personal grievance between us, it's all a misunderstanding...it's over."
"Personal grievances, I know."
Annan repeated slowly.
He looked up at the houses where the flames had just been extinguished, and there were still some remaining fires. His cold voice was emotionless: "Okay, I'll just treat you as mercenaries passing by. So mercenaries, let's deal with another matter —
"You should know how the kingdom's laws deal with arsonists, right?"
I don't know anyway.
Annan added in his mind.
But just from this glance, among 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 timely, it is very easy to burn a street.
However, something was beyond Annan's expectations.
One of the robbers quickly said, "No, Master Geraint. I set the fire. They were just covering me and shooting arrows together. If you don't believe me, you can check my quiver, only mine is an enchanted burning rocket... So please arrest me."
... so bachelor
Annan was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately realized 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 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... Is he sure that he will not die, or has he made a substitute for it long ago? ready
Annan saw clearly from the back before that it was the rockets that were shot by the bandits together. The robbers, seeing him appear from behind, should have been prepared for the fact that "Don Juan Gerainte saw everything."
But since this person dared to say that, it is possible that the other people did not have any rockets in their bags, and they were not afraid of their search at all.
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 loudly: "I have something to say!"
It was the young militiaman who was the first to strike.
Annan quickly recognized his identity, and asked in a cold voice, "Tell me your name first, soldier."
Hearing the word soldier, the young man was in a daze for a moment, then with the assistance of others, he barely got up from the ground, endured the pain and said in a low voice: "My name is Jon, Lord Lord. I am the militia captain of Frozen Water Port !
"I want to report to you, this group of people are indeed robbers! They also came to plunder Frozen Water Harbor a month ago and killed several people, and the Lord of the City can also do—"
"Master Geraint."
Before Jon could finish speaking, the bandit with a long-handled weapon suddenly spoke and interrupted him with a loud voice: "As long as you want, we don't have to be bandits."
Annan didn't say a word, just watched him calmly, waiting for him to say more.
"You clearly—"
"If I were you, boy. I wouldn't say a word now."
The robber interrupted Jon again unceremoniously.
Seeing his unscrupulous posture, the militiamen gradually realized something. Someone pressed Jon's shoulder, signaling him not to say any more.
Seeing that the militia had calmed down, the man turned his head and said to Annan with a smile: "We are really mercenaries, sir. You can also ask them, none of us took the initiative to kill anyone. This is just a personal enmity... Yes Yes, personal conflict. None of you big shots."
"dismount."
Suddenly, Annan said.
"What?"
He didn't hear Annan's words clearly, and the man was taken aback.
Annan said mercilessly: "Get off my horses—you ride on a horse while talking to an earl's son, and you don't salute. Are you sure this is the conversation etiquette your master taught you?"
The "robber" turned pale when he heard the words, and quickly turned over and got off the horse. The others also got off their horses in a hurry.
The bandit in the lead hurriedly took off his fur cap, and saluted Annan respectfully. Because of this, his aura weakened a lot: "May the Silver Lord give you wealth and happiness, Lord Geraint."
Annan just snorted coldly, without any response.
He walked up to the group of horses by himself, stretched out his hand to stroke its head, and asked without looking back, "What's your name? Where are you from?"
"Lyon, my lord. Leon Coleman . . . we're from Roseburg."
Lyon saw that Annan didn't seem to want to pursue this matter too much, so he lowered his head and approached with a smile, and said softly, "My lord Viscount said, if you guess it, I invite you to come to Roseburg as a guest."
"oh?"
Annan didn't even lift his eyelids: "Which Viscount?"
"There is only one Viscount in Roseburg. Of course it is the old man of the Barber family, Lord Alvin Barber... a vassal of your grandfather."
As Leon said, he stuffed a badge into Annan's hand with a smile.
Annan looked down and looked carefully. It was found that it was a shield emblem with two patterns of eagle and rose.
"fine."
He sighed: "You too."
As he spoke, he pulled his hand away from the horse's head and patted Leon's shoulder lightly.
"Of course, we..."
Hearing this, Leon also heaved a sigh of relief. He was about to echo a few more words, but suddenly heard a scream.
I saw that the horse that Annan just touched suddenly let out a miserable scream, fell to the ground and convulsed, and was about to die on the spot.
A thick layer of frost appeared on its entire head, and a layer of ice marks mixed with blood appeared in its eyes.
"Sorry, you're dead."
At this moment, Annan smiled and let go of Leon's shoulders, and walked slowly towards the militia.
Before Leon figured out what happened, he felt a burst of extreme cold from his shoulders, and he couldn't help screaming, which startled everyone around him.
I saw that Leon's shoulders were completely stiff and unable to move. Terrible blue-purple blood vessel lines appeared on his left neck and cheek, his lips turned black, and a terrible cold steamed from his left shoulder.
—It's a spell!
This Don Juan Geraint is a wizard!
"Militia, obey your lord's orders. The time has come to defend Frozen Water Harbor!"
Annan took a few steps towards the militia group, his cold and emotionless eyes fixed on every militiaman: "Take up your arms and assemble!"
The militiamen caught by his gaze couldn't help but lower their heads or look away, not daring to meet his gaze.
But in their hearts, after seeing these bandits blew their identities, the extinguished anger and hope of revenge also evaporated.
Frozen Water Port has not had a strong lord for too long.
Their blood will be frozen.
This little lord looks so indifferent, but he has an honest heart.
His words were as cold as the winter wind, yet so stirring—
Annan looked back under the ardent and adoring gaze of the militia.
He stared coldly at the group of robbers who were in panic, and drew a delicate dagger from his waist.
He raised his sword and pointed at the bandits at the front of the crowd: "Catch them, leave no one behind—
"Live or die!"