After confirming the plan, Lance no longer stayed in Shufeng Town.

He walked along the street to the direction of leaving the town. Who knew that before he reached halfway, a bunch of people gathered in front of him.

"What's the situation? Conflicts occur early in the morning?"

Lance came over with curiosity.

This is the morning market in Shoufeng Town, and nearby farmers send some specialties and crops here to sell.

Among the gathering people, the onlookers accounted for the majority.

The most central one is an old man and a young man.

The latter grabbed the former's sleeve and kept shouting: "How can you take my wheat without giving me money?"

"Nonsense, I obviously had just paid!" the old man said angrily.

However, the young man insisted that the old man did not pay. His eyes rolled and suddenly shouted loudly: "Come on, come and see! Viscount Ryan's butler will not pay for buying things!"

"The current Shoufeng Town is no longer the territory of Viscount Ryan, but Prince Longbaton. Even if Lord Viscount comes here in person, he must pay enough gold coins to take away the wheat. You are just a housekeeper, why are you free to take it?"

As soon as the young man shouted, someone naturally started to stir up the crowd.

"Don't worry, I'll go find Prince Longbaton's guards, and they will definitely make the decision fairly." One of them seemed to be watching, but it was obvious that the young man's fellow party members shouted and left it aside.

Lance squinted his eyes. Although the development of things was short, he had figured out the whole story.

Obviously, someone wants to get Viscount Ryan.

The old man who was caught by the young man, Lance, was also very familiar with it.

Two years ago, the old butler took him in a carriage to the distant Winterfell Harbor. Two years later, the old butler's expression seemed even older.

His figure shrank a lot and looked a little hunched. He was carrying a small pocket in his hand, containing few vegetables and some meat. What he had arguing with the young man was another pocket of wheat.

"Have your family reached this point?" A trace of gloom flashed in Lance's eyes.

The steward who needed the castle to come out to purchase food himself, which proves that the territory that originally belonged to Viscount Ryan no longer paid tribute to him.

Losing the source of the tribute, the Ryan family can only use gold coins to buy these daily necessities.

"If the family's financial situation is OK, the old housekeeper will never come forward. Just a servant or servant."

Lance was a little angry: "It seems that my father and the others have indeed reached the end of their lives. Prince Longbaton's methods are not simple."

All of this was obviously an arranged conspiracy. The spearhead was pointed directly at Viscount Ryan.

Lance even suspected that the previous Longbottom attempt to molest Becky was also a drama planned by the prince, with the purpose of arousing the anger of Griffin and even Viscount Ryan himself and enlarge the conflict between the two sides.

At that time, he could completely drive Viscount Ryan out of this territory in the name of the overall situation and become a group of wandering nobles.

And the nobles who lost their territory were not as good as civilians. Even civilians could farm, what could nobles do?

Lance tidied up his cloak and was about to stand up. At this moment, the old housekeeper suddenly made a few strange gestures.

Lance's eyes slipped around the side and immediately found a clever child hiding in the crowd.

When the old butler made gestures, the child simply put it aside.

"Have you gone to my father's place to inform me? This may not be any good news."

Lance sighed secretly in his heart.

He walked out in his cloak and striding.

A simple Bileg rotation force field. Those who stood in front of him would be shocked to find that the man in the cloak crawled in like a loach.

The young man's eyes showed a philosophical and cunning look. No matter how the old butler said it, he kept an action, that was, he refused to let go.

"He is waiting for the royal guard to come, so that his mission will be completed."

Lance looked coldly.

He stepped out and said steadily: "How much does this bag of wheat cost?"

The young man was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that under such circumstances, someone would jump out to disrupt the situation.

He glared at Lance viciously: "It's nothing to do with you. Get away, boy."

Lance said calmly: "No matter how much money, I will pay for him. Now, please let go of this old man."

The old butler looked at Lance in shock, and the others were also surprised.

Where did this guy come out? How could he be so generous?

The young man was wondering: I am not here to sell wheat today, just to cause trouble for this old man.

Last night, the man told him that after doing this deal, he could get at least 200 small gold coins as rewards. In order to make the old man take the bait, he even deliberately reduced the price of wheat by 20%. The old housekeeper naturally did not guard against it. The Ryan family had not much food. Although he was only responsible for purchasing food from the Viscount's family, he also understood that saving was the most important thing.

So he happily prepared to buy food from young people. Who knew that he had paid the money, but the latter suddenly started to cheat.

If it were the past, how could the old housekeeper not take several good guards with him when he went out? When he encountered such a rascal, he would directly slash with one sword.

But now, the entire Viscount territory has been recruited by Longbottom, and His Highness's men are everywhere. In this Fengfeng Town, there are even strict laws. Except for the prince's guards, the rest of the soldiers are not allowed to enter, otherwise they will be regarded as opposing the royal family - that is, rebellion.

In this way, he could only face the thug young man alone, so he was naturally helpless.

...

The young man made up his mind and stared at Lance and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, so stop meddling in other people's business."

Lance sneered and said, "Do you come out to sell food or cheat people? I'll ask you the last question, I'll give you money. If you let go of the old man, do you agree or not!"

Everyone looked like they were watching the show. I wonder who this cloaked man was, but he was so domineering.

At this moment, a bustling sound suddenly came from afar.

"The Prince's Guard does things! If you don't want to die, you will get out of the way!"

Amid the screams, a passage suddenly appeared on the open street.

The old butler sighed in his heart and couldn't help but say to the cloaked man beside him: "Thank you for your kindness, but this matter may involve a lot of things, and it cannot be solved by your ability."

Lance stood there quietly, without comment.

The young man was overjoyed, as if he had someone to support him, and his confidence suddenly became full of confidence:

"Agree? Why do I agree? What do you think? Why should I listen to you?"

Lance sighed softly: "Hey, I have given you a chance..."

Before he finished speaking, the audience beside him saw a white light flashing in front of him. The young man's head suddenly turned and fell down from his shoulders.

When his head fell in the air, everyone could still hear his murmuring: "Oh it hurts so much..."

Bang!

The head fell to the ground, and there was no life.

Everyone took a breath!

None of them expected that this kid would be so cruel! Kill someone in front of the Prince's Guard without blinking.

"Young man, you're in trouble." The old butler looked at him in surprise.

"Kill people! Kill people!" The young man's accomplices shouted in panic. More and more people gathered over.

"Who?! How dare you attack in front of our Prince's Guard?!"

A leading knight suddenly got off his horse. He walked in armor with a tremendous and vigorous sword. The sword around his waist was also very gorgeous and had a great momentum.

"Prince Guard?" Lance turned slowly and said softly: "I have only heard that this is Viscount Ryan's territory. I have never heard of any prince."

The knight was furious. He pulled out the sword around his waist and said fiercely:

"How dare you insult the great His Highness Longbottom? You dare to murder people in front of the Prince's Guard? Let me tell you that the three territories on the West Coast are all the jurisdictions recruited by Prince Longbottom. Viscount Ryan has long been unable to protect themselves! I will immediately make you feel that life is worse than death!"

"Life is worse than death?" Lance's voice sounded like a low spell, and it rang in everyone's ears.

"Then you go and die!"

The white light suddenly flashed out, but this time, everyone saw Lance's moves clearly.

It was a thin sword. The sword pierced out like a ball of light, trembling for countless moments in an instant.

Lance was unparalleledly fast. He stabbed the sword into the knight's throat long before the knight reacted!

Bang!

The knight, who was still aggressive just now, immediately knelt on one knee and died in horror!

Everyone was uproared!

If Lance draws his sword and kills people, it is still within their acceptance range; then the fact that he kills the captain of the royal guard is far beyond their cognition.

This is completely a provocation to Prince Longbaton, and even thinking about the royal provocation of the cavalry kingdom!

Such consequences are completely unimaginable.

When the rest of the knights saw that their captain was dead, they immediately rushed over angrily.

They waved their weapons and, with the help of the horses, vowed to kill Lance.

However, in Lance's eyes, their movements were so slow.

He doesn't use spells, he can easily destroy a team of knights with his strong physical fitness.

In the fearful eyes of the onlookers, Lance's movements were as fast as lightning. With each sword swing, a knight suddenly fell off his horse!

After ten breaths, the bodies of the twelve knights fell neatly to the ground.

But the twelve horses were safe and sound.

The old butler looked at Lance in horror: "Who are you?"

Lance sighed, "Where is my father now? Take me back."

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