"Master Simon, who is this?" Miller, who was drinking beer comfortably at the outdoor wine table in the tavern courtyard, saw Simon and a strange young man walking in from the door of the courtyard and immediately greeted them.
"This is the stonemason I hired, Ryan. He will follow us back to Verde Village to build a wooden castle." Simon introduced to Miller.
"Hello, dear Mr. Ryan, we leave our wooden castle to you!" Although Miller was just an illiterate farmer, he still had great respect for such educated and skilled craftsmen.
"By the way, isn't little Klein back?" Simon looked at the stables in the yard and did not find the packhorse pulling the carriage.
"Oh? Master, isn't he with you?" Miller scratched his head in confusion, but he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.
"Miller, except for the two people left to guard the trophies and goods that will be sold tomorrow, the rest of the people have taken action to look for little Klein in the city." Simon's brows almost knitted together.
It was also because of his own negligence that he allowed a child leading a horse to return to the hotel alone in a strange town.
"I hope nothing happens." Simon prayed secretly.
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"Boy, you are the horse thief! This horse is the one I lost a few days ago!" In a remote street, several strange men with fierce faces and greedy green eyes flashed Xiaoke. Lain and the carriage surrounded him.
"You are talking nonsense. This is the horse of Lord Simon of the Dorsten family, and we just arrived at Abeldoorn Port yesterday!" Little Klein blushed and pointed at the leader tremblingly. Said the tall, muscular man with a crooked mouth wearing leather armor.
"The Dorsten family?" The tall man with a crooked mouth and the leader frowned, "I seem to have heard of it somewhere. But I swear it's definitely not a family from this principality."
"Boss, it's in the south..." A small man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks who seemed to be well versed in some information walked up to the tall man with a crooked mouth and whispered in his ear.
"Ha, I'm just telling you," the tall man with a crooked mouth said with a sinister smile, "Since this family is so far away from here, even if they robbed this knight's carriage, how would he know it was us?"
"That's right, boss, we just need to take this kid to a remote place and kill him, sell the horse, and fly away. No one can do anything to us." The little guy next to him licked his lips and touched his hand. He took off the dagger from his waist.
"Not here, this kind of thing can't be witnessed!" The tall, muscular man with a crooked mouth held down the hand of the minion.
Although this place is located in a remote alley in the city, there are still three or two pedestrians passing by.
"Sir, please help me, they are trying to steal my horse!" Little Klein saw a shirtless man passing by carrying a bundle of firewood and a firewood ax in his hand, and immediately shouted for help.
"This guy is a damn horse thief. He stole my horse two days ago, and now I've caught him." The tall man with a crooked mouth looked at the shirtless man who looked at him warily, "What do you think, How could a kid that young have his own horse?”
"That makes sense." The shirtless man didn't seem to think much and just nodded, "Sir, I don't want to meddle in other people's business. Since it's your horse, of course you have the right to take it from this evil little horse thief. return."
"Sir, please don't believe him!" Little Klein seemed to see that the last life-saving straw would soon cease to exist. "If you can go to the Olive Branch Tavern in the east of town and find a man named Miller, or find someone in the town. The Sheriff will come to rescue you, and Sir Simon will definitely reward you generously afterwards!"
"What a lying, glib-tongued little thief!" The tall, muscular man with a crooked mouth spread his hands towards the shirtless man. The shirtless man just glanced at little Klein with disdain, spit, and continued on his way.
"Boss, we have to solve it as soon as possible. It seems that he has accomplices in the town." After the shirtless man walked by, a young man in gray made a gesture of wiping his neck to the tall, strong man with a crooked mouth and cast a questioning look. .
"Then do it quickly." The man with the crooked mouth nodded. After getting the boss's approval, several minions grinned and geared up to get closer to Klein.
"Don't come over!" Little Klein pulled out the sharp dagger from his waist.
"Come on, kid, uncle will take you to a fun place...ahhhhhh!" The young man in gray who was about to grab little Klein's arm suddenly screamed, covered his lower body and knelt on the ground. .
"You, you son of a bitch, I'm going to twist your head off!" The grey-clothed man looked painfully at the lower body where blood was constantly pouring out from between his fingers. He knew that his young self had no descendants.
"Keep your voice down, Lefty Leo, do you want to call in the bailiff and the sheriff!?" Although a man wearing a black turban next to him knew that his companion was enduring great suffering, he still covered his face while he was screaming fiercely. Shouting mouth.
"What a bunch of stupid pigs, it's over now!" By the time the black turbaned guy turned around, the tall man with a crooked mouth had already tightly controlled little Klein, "Hurry up and finish this little guy while there is no one around. Troublemaker."
"Uh, uh..." Little Klein, whose mouth was covered with dirty, smelly hands, wanted to shout loudly and break free from the rock-like imprisonment of this tall man. But he soon discovered that it was all in vain.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm going to heaven to be with my parents." Little Klein looked at the dagger getting closer and closer to his throat in the black turbaned man's hand, and closed his eyes in despair.
However, the expected pain did not come. Instead, there was the sound of a sharp object entering the flesh, accompanied by the pained groan of the black turbaned man.
When little Klein opened his eyes again, he saw a bow and arrow piercing the arm of the black turbaned man in front of him.
"Boss, boss, the guards are here!" The dagger in the black turbaned man's hand was unsteady and fell to the ground with a crisp "clang" sound.
"Come on, if you are caught, you will be hanged!" The tall, muscular man with a crooked mouth felt that the little Klein in his hand was a burden, but he had to use him as a human shield, and walked quickly to the crowded alley. The streets recede.
"That damn shirtless man who ruined my good deeds, he was really pretending just now. When I get out of the limelight, I'm going to kill him when I come back!" The tall, muscular man with a crooked mouth who was retreating saw the bailiff behind him in the distance. The familiar shirtless figure said bitterly.
"Ah!" Little Klein felt like his bones were about to fall apart. When he came to his senses and climbed up from the disgusting dirt road of feces, the man with a crooked mouth and a thick mouth had blended into the dense crowd and was no longer visible.
"Are you okay!?" Little Klein saw Simon, Miller and several bailiffs holding bows and arrows running from the alley.
"No, it's okay, I'm just a little dizzy." Little Klein shook his head and patted the dirt on his body.
"It's okay!" Simon finally breathed a sigh of relief and threw a high-quality Denier coin to the shirtless man who came up from behind. "Thank you very much for your help, sir!"
"Thank you, Sir. I saw these guys sneaking around in the town a few days ago. They look like they are not good people." The shirtless man smiled and took the silver coin.
"My dear lord, how about we lock these two unlucky guys in the dungeon now?" Three guards wearing thin-brimmed helmets held the black turbaned man with an arrow in his hand and the man whose lower body was still bleeding. The gangsters in gray tied them up with their hands, ignoring their painful shouts and begging for mercy.
"Let me see who you are!" Simon sneered, patted the scabbard on his waist, and walked up.
