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"Da da da da da" the messy footsteps sounded loud and powerful because they were too numerous.
"What happened?" The housewife, who had her red hair tied into a ponytail on the side, poked her head out of the door of her house. It was early in the morning, and many people who had just returned from the vegetable market were carrying various kinds of food in rattan baskets. fruits and vegetables.
"Where did the sound come from?" He asked the neighbor's wife who was carrying a vegetable basket on the roadside, but the woman shook her head and said she didn't know.
The answer appeared in the next moment. At the end of the road, a huge group of residents and mercenaries carrying farm tools and weapons were piled up in an disorderly manner and moving forward. Judging from the direction, they were obviously going to the Duke's Palace.
"Are you going to rebel?" The housewife covered her mouth and looked a little scared, but then she met the eyes of a familiar person in the crowd.
"Hey! My dear." Her husband, who was heading to the market in the morning to sell home-made rattan baskets, waved a machete for cutting firewood and greeted her. "Are you, are you going to make me angry to death!" the housewife who staggered and almost fainted shouted loudly, while her husband shouted loudly as he was surrounded by the crowd and walked forward. road.
"It's okay! I'm with the Sheriff-"
The sound has faded away, but not all of the mighty team has passed. There are only a few real warriors in the team of four to five hundred people. The male civilians holding farm tools and wearing ordinary clothes were the most noisy among them. People kept running to join them in the alleys on the roadside, and the team grew like a snowball as they moved forward.
"Dong, dong." The crisp sound of wood hitting stones sounded rhythmically. More than a minute after the team passed, Sheriff Vega, who was leaning on a cane and had gray temples, slowly walked up accompanied by a few people. .
The residents who did not join them stared blankly at these people, while the entire team came straight to the door of the Duke's Palace.
"What do you want to do!" The door to the front yard was closed tightly, and two elite soldiers in half-armor at the door flattened the 1.8-meter-long spears in their hands and shouted loudly.
"Please come out, Duke, and give us an explanation!" one resident shouted loudly, and others followed closely, raising their weapons and repeating loudly.
"Please come out and give us an explanation!"
"Please come out and give us an explanation!"
The unanimous words of more than 600 people shook the world. The two elite soldiers hesitated because of the momentum. They leveled their spears and began to retreat slowly backwards. The residents maintained a confrontation and did not move forward. The two looked at each other. Then one of them nodded.
"I'll inform the steward." He said, opening the small wooden door above the main door and getting in. Then he locked it from the inside with a click, and the remaining elite soldier swallowed a sip of saliva. Even though there are only four or five green-card mercenaries inside, the rest are all ordinary civilians, and the weapons are only sickles and axes. The number of hundreds of people was definitely not something he could handle alone.
"Please come out and give us an explanation!"
The residents once again raised all kinds of weapons in their hands and shouted loudly. The sound of footsteps and metal collisions rang out in the mansion, followed by a dull "click-clang" sound.
"Creak--" The heavy wooden door was slowly opened, and nearly a hundred heavily armed elite soldiers walked out under the leadership of Medello, who was wearing full-body plate armor and holding his helmet under his arm.
"What are you doing!" the knight chief yelled loudly, and the elite soldiers behind him ran to both sides in neat steps and then leveled their spears in unison. The weapons and heavily armed soldiers shining with cold metallic light made the residents in the front row subconsciously take a step back. Many people stepped on the feet of their companions behind them. Most of the residents of the Krant Kingdom wore leather sandals to keep cool. Therefore, some people immediately started yelling at the pain if they stepped on them.
The first reaction of the person who was stepped on was to push the other person away, and the push from the person behind caused the person in the front row to stumble and almost miss the spear. The front row residents who felt that the other person was deliberately trying to hurt them immediately He turned around and started beating and scolding her.
Chaos quickly spread from the front row of the formation of more than 600 people to the middle and rear. Just a moment ago, the neat shouts asking the Duke to give an explanation had been replaced by a series of curses.
It was as bustling as a wet market, with hundreds of Monroe residents pushing and shoving each other while shouting curse words in various Monroe dialects.
Some people in the back row who were confused about the situation were poking their heads to see what was going on in front of them. Many people in the middle were trying to persuade them to make peace, while those in the front row were not giving in to each other and were beating and scolding each other.
"..." Medello's face was as cold as water. Within five minutes, the civilians in front of him started fighting among themselves. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. When these residents arrived, it was training time early in the morning, which is why he arrived so quickly with fully armed elite soldiers, but what were they doing?
What interrupted his important training and forced him to take some time to deal with it was this kind of monkey-like farce?
The corners of the Knight Master's eyes began to twitch. People who knew him well understood that this was a sign that he was about to get angry, but everything soon took a new turn -
"Give me peace of mind!"
Loud roars came from behind the residents. Most of the hundreds of people who were in a mess stopped beating each other and looked towards the back. The few remaining people were quickly pulled back. Within ten seconds everything returned to silence again.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom."
"..." Medello pursed his lips. The crowd divided into two sides, and the man on crutches staggered slowly towards them.
Next to him stood two other members of the security post, as well as three mercenaries who had met him once.
"Is it really you who is behind this? What's the point of doing such useless work?" Medello said in a cold tone. Vega shrugged: "Who keeps me from letting go? Maybe it will be better to look forward, but who knows."
Vega sighed: "Some people just can't let go easily."
"Indulging in the past is the behavior of a weak person... You don't have much life left in the first place. Why don't you keep a low profile and spend the rest of your time well?" Medello's tone was still somewhat emotional, and he said to Vega After saying that, he turned his eyes to the clerk of the police station next to him.
"Franco. You too. How long do you want to fool around with this guy?" Standing together, I realized that the two people's temperaments were as if they were carved from the same mold. They were younger than Medello, at least twelve or thirteen years old. Franco, the secretary, said calmly: "Until the real murderer of my sister is punished."
He said: "Dear brother."
"..." The corners of Medlow's eyes twitched. The expression on his face looked like he was about to get angry but didn't know how to act. In the end, he just clenched his fists wearing gauntlets. Then he let go of it.
"You... idiots." The Knight Master waved his hand, and the elite guards of Duke Monroe's mansion took a step forward.
"Ah -" "Ah, step back, step back!" "Don't push me!" The residents were in chaos again, as were the very few lower-level mercenaries among them. Medello held his other hand He put on his helmet. Then I tightened the belt and moved it from side to side.
"So what if you bring so many people? These ragtag groups alone cannot stir up any trouble. Thousands of troops gathered in Monroe City, and everyone present will be executed together with their relatives and friends for the crime of rebellion. " Medello, who hid the lower half of his face behind his neck armor, glanced around with sharp eyes, and at the same time drew out the armed sword at his waist, said loudly.
His words caused the residents who were already not united to start whispering among themselves, and many even started to shrink back.
"Oh, we are not here to rebel. Aggressive and loyal dogs, you'd better ask your master to come out and speak first." The stubble-faced Vegapi said with a smile, and Medlow's expression changed. Even colder. But it was at this time that another voice sounded behind him.
"What do you want to do with the Duke?"
It was a female voice. Although her voice was smooth, there was no hint of gentleness in it. If I had to describe it, it was polite, but it revealed an indifference that would repel people thousands of miles away.
——As if this politeness was just due to her noble upbringing and not any respect for the person she was talking to, the moment the owner of the voice spoke, everyone present understood her identity.
His voice is like his own.
A brown-haired woman in her early thirties was wearing a black off-shoulder dress with layers of layers underneath. The material used is precious fine gauze. Although it looks gorgeous and heavy, it is actually quite breathable.
On her feet were exquisite sandals of the same color as her clothes. Although they were the same type as those worn by local residents, they were far more exquisite than ordinary people could afford.
"I have something to do with the Duke. It doesn't hurt to tell me." This woman who is very good at reading people's signs with her nostrils is obviously the Duke of Monroe's wife. She just walked over like this and was surrounded by four or five maids. At this time, she was just a maid. In the early morning, before the sun came out, there was a maid holding a flower umbrella for her the whole time.
The action of raising your hands to hold an umbrella is quite tiring, but the maid with her head lowered, just like the others next to her, has only calm and humility on her face. Medello bowed to the Duchess. . The other elite soldiers also put away their spears because of her arrival.
"Madam, please go back, there will be danger if you stay here." The knight chief said, while the duchess just waved her hand calmly.
"This is my husband's territory, this is the door of my home, standing next to me are my soldiers and the loyal knight lord, and in front of me are my husband's people, there is no safer place in the world than this Yes." Calmly, she took a step forward past Medello, and then looked directly at Vega calmly.
"Sir, you are in good health recently. Why are you here today?"
The Duchess spoke to the Sheriff with the same politeness that would alienate anyone from thousands of miles away. Vega bowed with his crutches, and then said: "Sir has long since ceased to exist. I am here today to make trouble, and I want Mrs. Lao to do me a favor."
The Sheriff's tone was calm, but his next words caused a huge stir.
"Please come out and give an explanation for the Duke who has been secretly promoting mercenaries to carry out sabotage activities in the city for the past six months." Vega's straightforward showdown caused Medello's expression to change instantly, while the Duchess just raised her eyebrows, but after Before she could say anything, the Sheriff then dropped another, bigger bomb.
"and!"
"We at the Monroe Security Post suspect that Mr. Oscar Monroe, Jr., is the notorious serial murderer 'The Magician'. We also ask Madam to cooperate with the investigation and hand over your son!"
"Wow——!"
The sound of whispering started in an instant, and the residents of Monroe who came together looked at each other. They did not expect that the Sheriff would have such a direct showdown. Many people turned blue and wanted to run away, but they hesitated because they were worried that if they turned around and ran away, elite soldiers would catch up and kill them.
"...You are slandering your own lord, Sir... Sir." The bright red lips on the delicate face said these words through gritted teeth: "Do you want to rebel, Vega Dan? Derrick!”
The Duchess increased her voice and angrily yelled at the Sheriff, while the middle-aged man with gray temples and stubble on his face and a cane smiled slightly.
He stretched out his hand and touched it for a while, then took out a piece of delicate papyrus.
The golden ink on it had been removed, and the duchess's face changed slightly when she noticed this detail.
"Monroe Sheriff Vega Dandelik, from today on, is appointed as the head of the Monroe Branch of the Royal Guards' Special Investigation Group, with all powers to investigate within Monroe, and -"
"You only need to report to the royal family of Krant." Vega said this word by word. The smile on the corner of his mouth could not be concealed at any cost. The elite soldiers and residents of the Monroe family behind him were in chaos. Mede Luo's face was a little tangled, while the Duchess's face turned green and white——
She clenched her hand, raised it and put it down again with a blue face.
"Okay...Sir."
"Hush-huh-" The Duchess took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.
The way she quickly readjusted her mentality made Vega frown - this was not something the Sheriff expected - and the Duchess just regained her calm and polite tone and spoke.
"That's fine, but you can ask the Duke's eldest son to assist in the investigation."
"If you want to convict him based on suspicion, please find some strong evidence." The duchess put a disdainful smile on her lips, then turned around and walked away.
"Ah...huh..."
"Why do I feel that things have become more complicated?" Vega smiled bitterly, holding his forehead and shaking his head. Medlow glanced at him and then turned around and walked back with his elite soldiers.
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