Wizard From Afar

Both groups of people were escorted by the Knights into the council chamber of the village, which is the most spacious hut in the middle of the village, and the young count walked in and sat down. In the original village Elder's location.

Although they have been disarmed and obediently surrender, these nobles still can't see the slightest appearance of convincing, and they are very stubborn, holding their necks very stubbornly. No matter how many knights beside them kick them, they are proud Not even willing to say a word, a pair of eyes angrily stared at Ruben sitting on it.

And Loren, who stands behind the count, is a little looked thoughtful. He had heard from the little wizard when he was still in Wimpal Academy about how the aristocrats of Deep Limburg were keen on fighting and fighting. Things.

Even not only the nobles, even the farmers in the village like to "solve problems with their fists". From a sweet water well to the right to use a mill, it often triggers two families or even several villages. Weapon fights, whoever wins depends on whoever wins.

Less than as a last resort, they will never go to the lord to judge, as if such a move is very embarrassing; and the counts of the past have never actively intervened in these private fights. , And even use this to weaken those thorny nobles.

But speaking of which, it seems that Ayn Rand also came from Shen Limburg...

"Speaking of which, what is going on?" Sitting in a chair Lu Wen put on a serious face, and pointed to the youngster who stood up to resist him: "It starts with you!"

"Yes, Master Count." The youngster who was still unconvinced was quite pretty. Neck: "On behalf of the Butch family, I accuse these Rand family bastards. They are not aristocrats at all, but a group of greedy wild dogs and rascals!"

"this bastard takes advantage of our family’s hunters’ absence , The people who sneaked them into our hunting ground, hunted the pheasants and fawns that hadn't grown up everywhere, and cleaned up all the wild fruits and mushrooms. The whole hunting ground was like a garbage dump!"

Youngster gets more and more excited as he speaks: "Lord count, please be fair to us, we don't want them to compensate, as long as we can drive them out of Deep Limburg!"

"I will be fair The ruling was made, but it was not based solely on your side words.” Ruben’s majestic nodded: “Who is the patriarch of the Rand family?”

“I, I am.”

A Fatty, who was lying on the ground, stood up tremblingly, sweating like syrup, trembling with fear did not even dare to breathe, squinted his eyes with a flattering smile, and kept bowing to count.

"The Butch family accuses you of poaching and destroys their hunting grounds." Ruben has the least affection for such people, frowned said, "Do you have anything to say?"

"We can't do anything, Master Count!" Fatty burst into tears, and knelt down with a "pu pass": "The harvest this year is really pitiful, let alone eat. I can barely even pay taxes. If I don’t want to work around it, everyone in the farm will have to starve to death!"

Looking at how badly he cried, he didn’t really like this fatty count and felt a little soft. NS. He also knows how barren Deep Limbo is, this fatty shouldn't be lying.

"The farmers in the countryside don’t know how to hunt. They can do nothing but pick a little wild fruit. We are willing to compensate the Butch family, but ask you not to drive us out of here. Just fine!"

The patriarch of the Rand family burst into tears. His humble expression and performance are indeed very moving. Even Ruben's eyes are pleasing to his eyes a lot-if it were all from Deep Limburg Nobles are so docile, that would be great.

"Don't be fooled by his appearance, Master Count!" Butch stood aside and stood up angrily: "This guy is lying, what is the harvest? It's all excuses!"

"Don’t look at him pretending to be pitiful here. He is usually a vampire who cannibalize people without spitting out bones. The farmers in his land are poor because he has occupied all the land. Only by farming for him can he survive!"

Rand’s patriarch, who was kneeling on the ground, didn’t open his mouth to explain anything. Good to blame.

But the youngster named Butch does not seem to be lying, but this possibility cannot be ruled out. Lu Wen fell into hesitation without saying a word, silently scanning his eyes back and forth between the two people.

"Well, the Rand family must compensate the Butch family for their losses, strictly control the people on your land, and no more poaching." Ruben made the final judgment: "But at the same time, both parties No more fights of any kind are allowed. If there are any more violators, I will expel him from Deep Limburg!"

He thought about this result for a long time-although this time The Rand family is at fault, but they are much more docile and manageable than the Butch family.

If you want to manage this count leader well, Lu Wen certainly hopes that the nobles under his control will be as docile, instead of thugs who are keen on resistance and fighting. It is reasonable to be partial.

This ruling was also approved by the overwhelming majority. The Butch family who was compensated barely endured it, and the Rand family patriarch, who was kneeling on the ground and weeping bitter tears, was also grateful, and finally exempted from being The fate of expulsion.

"I don't agree!"

The youngster named Butch suddenly shouted, holding his head up and looking at Ruben: "We don’t accept this judgment. You must Get rid of these damn assholes from Deep Limburg, or you will definitely regret it!"

Soon a few young people from the Butch family gathered behind him and raised their right arm in loud protest. The two families in the council chamber began to confront each other again, and the atmosphere became more and more tense, as if they would be ignited at any time.

"The ruling has been made, and it will be executed immediately!" Ruben's face has been darkened: "I have warned you that if there is any action of armed combat, no matter who it is, everyone will be driven out of Deep Limburg. !"

This time, the people of the Rand family are proud, holding their shoulders and looking towards the young people of the Butch family with provocative eyes, as if waiting for each other to shake their fists, and then they You can just get out of here.

"It's not fair!" The youngster named Butch loudly shouted: "You have just arrived in Deep Limburg. You don't know how bad these people are and make a decision-they are no longer the first. Doing this kind of thing this time, even if you punish them this year, they will still do the same thing next year!"

"We don’t ask you to make a judgment immediately, at least for a while, and wait for your approval Just clear the faces of these people!"

Just as the two Knights were about to take the youngster away, they were stopped by the young count: "You ask me to withdraw the sentence?"

"That's right!"

"Very well, I respect your courage, but there is a prerequisite." Ruben picked a corner of his mouth: "There is indeed such a thing in the Duke of Lotaire. As a precedent, you can find three or four people and challenge me-but as long as one person loses, you must obediently accept your fate!"

"Challenge you?" The youngster stepped back and swallowed. He swallowed saliva. He hesitated a bit, if count was hurt, this sin would definitely not be easy to forgive.

"It's not just me." Ruben saw his concerns all at once: "Any entourage I bring can be any entourage, pick one at random, four or five rounds of duel and then win, I Just agree to your terms."

"Pick anyone?" The youngster looked around, and the Knights who followed Ruben were all fully armed, and they were not good at first sight. Deal with.

Although I have confidence in myself, I will definitely not lose to these Knights. But if it wins completely... the youngster hesitated, his eyes swept back and forth, and finally locked behind count.

"Loren ·Torino?!" Seeing the person he was referring to, Ruben almost laughed: "Are you sure?!"

"Yes, we just want Challenge this gentleman!" The youngster who said this is a bit sorry. This guy named Loren looks like a scholar, and it is impossible to fight.

Otherwise, it will be better later, and it will be troublesome if it hurts others.

"hahahaha...our wizard advisor was actually underestimated." Count's face was completely unconcealed with a smile. Some helpless black hair wizard shrugged bladder, took off the wizard cloak, and handed the wand to a Knight behind him for safekeeping.

"How are you going to fight?" Seeing this "wizard" who is much worse than himself at worst, the youngster asked politely.

"How to fight?" Loren, with his hands behind his back, glanced at them, clearly nodded.

"Just let's go together, I'm in a hurry."