Ride and Cut

"What's real or not?" Sauron was at a loss, he might be the only person present who didn't understand what was going on.

"Wori, you are quite courageous!" The lord smacked his lips, looking down at the territory like an eagle, while the confidence of the other three was dissipating like quails, all of them were speechless.

They met face to face outside the Noble Court, and of course they knew that the man in front of them was the real Li Cha.

When two groups of people met together, they were full of righteous indignation while lowering their eyebrows. This kind of comparison is more convincing than any language when viewed together.

The truth was clear, the bearded man outside the door waved his hand, and a dozen soldiers broke away from the team and walked in orderly steps to enter the house to take people.

"To be honest, I really want to kill you bastards right now!" The lord inevitably got a little angry.

I thought that these thieves would at most do some low-level activities to cheat some food and drink, but I really didn't expect that they were still a dream type, and they had the courage to deceive the regular army of the kingdom. And what's even more incredible is that if they were not unlucky enough to bump into the deity, they seemed to be moving smoothly and had successfully sneaked into the legion's garrison.

This is really in line with the saying, how bold people are, how productive the land is.

The only good thing is that they probably haven't had time to make a fuss, otherwise, wouldn't it be all up to him, Mr. Li Cha, to wipe his ass.

"Dear Eagle Knight, please forgive this little joke, we are not malicious." Seeing the soldiers getting closer, "Hurt" stood up and said bravely.

This sentence made Li Cha calm down a little - he himself just got the title of Eagle Knight and didn't warm it up, and it should only be spread in a very small range at present. Since the few people in front of them can know, their identities must not be as simple as ordinary liars—at least they are big liars.

"Wait." Li Cha raised his hand, and the soldiers stopped and turned to look at their chief officer. The bearded man nodded slightly, and the stone house temporarily became calm again.

"You may wish to introduce yourself."

"Actually, we are, we are..." The voice became more and more faltering, and "Hurt" muttered for a long time without murmuring why.

"Who is it!" Li Cha slapped the stone wall, and the dust and gravel from the roof rustled down.

This slap was quite convincing, leaving obvious pits and cracks on the rock wall, and there was a slight commotion among the soldiers around. The old mage next to the bearded man took a few steps back unobtrusively.

"Ahem." The big black man choked on the dust, walked up to Li Cha and said, "Well, I'm actually Bedrick."

His outfit today was a breakthrough compared to before, his broken braids were covered with dense bright silver flakes, and the reflection of the sun on it could blind a squadron of infantrymen collectively.

At the same time, there were five or six sect badges hanging on the neck in a mess, hanging on the chest. The only ones Richard could recognize were the Church of the Holy Light, the Natural Sect, and the long-disappeared Flame Elemental Sect. This is what is now enlightened. If you dared to do this thousands of years ago, you would have been tied up with a big stone and thrown into the river.

In addition, when he walks, his movements are awkward, as if he is always trying to steal something from other people's pockets, and he is not a serious person at first glance.

"Bedric?" The lord vaguely felt that this name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. But he is not so forgetful, he will not be able to remember anything for a while.

"Father should have mentioned me to you."

Sauron looked at this big black man who almost had the word rebellious written all over his body, his lips trembled twice, and he managed to squeeze out a word with great difficulty - "Your Highness?"

Richard finally remembered that His Majesty Sargerei seemed to have mentioned that his son was named Bedric and served in the Claw of the Dragon.

"Just call me Bedric, or Bei Shuai, or Baker. In short, please don't call me Your Highness." This sentence acknowledged Sauron's guess from the side.

"Fake!" The lord's first reaction was this, one day a liar will always be a liar, and the words of a liar can only be trusted unless a sow goes to heaven.

And the flaws are obvious—Bedric didn't join the Dragon Claw sequence temporarily. Since he had served in the Legion before, how could the Dragon Claw people not recognize him.

"I was thinking that maybe there would be a gentleman willing to explain to me what happened." Sauron sighed while pressing his temples, and realized that trying to figure out the situation with his own ingenuity was completely self-defeating.

For a complete outsider, everything that happened in the less than a quarter of an hour after entering the stone house was too flashy. First, a few nobles from the country were blocked by the dragon's claws, and then a young man claimed to be His Royal Highness Bedric.

Whether he is Bedric seems to have become the focus of attention, and Sauron himself is a little bit unsure - if he is not, how can he enter the legion garrison, and if he is, why does he seem to have a grudge with Richard.

It all adds up to the strong feeling that one head is bigger than two.

"A group of liars." Li Cha hooked Sauron's shoulder, pointed at the trio with his fingers, "They have impersonated me before, and now they want to impersonate His Royal Highness Bedric. Anyway, they are bluffing everywhere."

"Pretending to be a nobleman is a felony, and it should be handed over to the security forces." Sauron, an old fox, stated the absolute infallibility of the law, but he was unwilling to easily make judgments that might offend others.

"Have you heard that? Hurry up and hand it over to the Cologne security team and let them stay in the water prison for the rest of their lives." The lord immediately turned his head and said to the soldiers of the dragon's claw.

"This time it's true!" Before the big black man could speak, "Hurt" quit behind him, and hastily raised three fingers, "I swear on all the honor of a court swordsman."

He stretched out his palm, and the extremely condensed bronze-colored battle energy flame rose slightly above his palm, causing everyone in the stone house to feel a wave of heat.

The lord is very knowledgeable, probably a little bit better than Hendra, and he is undoubtedly a good player.

No matter where it is, strength is an unimpeded pass. With this show of hand, no matter how absurd they were at first, they now appear to be reliable.

"And we also have official documents." The fake Li Cha smiled awkwardly at the real Li Cha, took out a roll of paper from his backpack and handed it over.

The content is still second. The key is that the lord saw a gardenia flower that bloomed and withered continuously at the end of the paper. This is a very high-level magic imprint, and the possibility of imitation is infinitely close to zero.

"I am Byrne of the court mage group." Fake Richard was ashamed that he would rather die than live. The lord had no doubt that if he took the opportunity to ridicule him, this young man would have a heart attack and die immediately.

The expression on Li Cha's face suddenly became indescribable.