"Defeat!"

"Absolutely a crushing defeat!"

Reeves didn't expect that the real strength of the boy in front of him. Compared to Zhao Feng, he was a real waste, an absolute waste.

At this moment, his face was ashamed, and he no longer had the arrogance and arrogance he had just now. If he could make a choice once, he would never have been so stupid and did such a shameful thing.

"So I am the real waste!" Reeves's mind was blank at this time. While regretting, he also sighed secretly: "Rumors kill people!"

If it weren't for the rumors of the imperial capital, he wouldn't have been so bold and confident that he would dare to challenge Zhao Feng. At this time, he hated the rumor.

Zhao Feng was still in a calm state and said, "Sir Captain, do you recognize my identity?"

Reeves climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from his lips, and said with difficulty: "Dear Count, I believe in your identity, please forgive me for being rude."

Although he was reluctant, Reeves knew that the person in front of him was not a waste, but a master. If he was a waste, he would at most be a nobility in his life, and he would sink into his life for the rest of his life.

However, Zhao Feng is not a waste, but a master at the level of Sword Saint.

With his identity and status, and his skills, he has a bright future. Compared to his noble family, a person with the status of Zhao Feng, who may be able to inherit his grandfather's title in the future, become a marquis, control his own army, and become a future marshal of the imperial marshal.

Regardless of whether Reeves was willing or not, he could not offend the person in front of him, even if Zhao Feng was just a civilian and had no status.

The scene in front of him shocked Sax, the leader of the Viking clan next to him. At this time, he wiped his sweat and said in horror: "It turns out to be a sword saint..."

Although Zhao Feng easily dealt with him just now, Saxophone was absolutely the same as Zhao Feng at most at the Golden Warrior level. And the scene just now completely shattered his thoughts.

Sword Saint, this is the talent the empire wants to recruit the most. Such people, like the great magician, are rare goods. Every country hopes to have such powerful masters.

Among the three countries, Mondra, Carlo, and Ans, there are only a handful of people who have reached the level of Sword Saint, and each has a noble identity.

Not only that, Zhao Feng is not only a master, but also an earl of the empire. He has a very high status and seems to be even higher than the squadron leader in front of him.

Offending the person in front of you is like seeking death.

At this time, Sax wished he could have more eyes at that time and was unwilling to offend this person he could not afford. He did not expect that just a small stall dispute would bring about a catastrophe of his Vikings.

At this time, Sax saw the opportunity very quickly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, "Sir, please spare me and my brothers!"

After saying that, Sax's head was kneeling desperately to the ground, making his face full of blood, and he was very embarrassed. The cavalry under him also followed the patriarch and knelt down to him and begged for mercy, looking miserable.

The originally arrogant Vikings now look so embarrassed and pitiful. They can't find the arrogant and domineering temperament of the past in their faces.

Although these people were very pitiful, Zhao Feng did not speak, his face was as normal, and he still showed very coldness and no movement.

He knew that only by punishing these people in front of him could they remember this pain, so that they would not bully others wantonly in the future.

Just as everyone was watching the fun, there was a rumbling sound of horse hooves coming from afar. In a moment, many people came to this small market again.

At this time, a chubby man, with several guards, walked into the circle, looked at the Viking patriarch Sax and Reeves kneeling on the ground, and asked a soldier, "What's going on? What's going on? Why do they do this?"

"Hawk...Earl Hawk, this is what happened..." Under the aura of this fat man, the soldier was trembling and could not say a complete sentence.

At this time, Zhao Feng also saw the whereabouts of the fat man in front of him. This man, about fifty years old, has gray hair and is wearing a beautiful and generous embroidered dress, but he still feels small. He is not tall and looks like a wooden barrel, and looks very funny.

His face was as funny as his figure. Because his face was very fat, his eyes that were originally pretty looked very small. Because of too much fat, his facial features seemed to be crowded together, and his short mustache made him look a little ridiculous.

However, no one who sees him will find him ridiculous, but instead thinks he is very capable.

Compared to his bloated figure, he moved very quickly. His small eyes always emitted a terrifying light, and he was powerful without anger.

He is the lord of Satuba City, Earl Hawk, the most authoritative person in this territory. Anyone who knows him knows that he is a decisive person.

If Count Hawke gets angry, the consequences will be very serious.

Seeing the soldier in front of him stuttering for a long time but couldn't tell why, Earl Hawke pushed him away with some anger, walked to Zhao Feng and said, "Young man, what's going on?"

Although Earl Hawk is quite old and his martial arts are not very good, when he stood in front of Zhao Feng, he showed the momentum of a superior, and he was many times stronger than Reeves, the post-noble descendant.

"Uncle Hawke, don't you know me anymore? I'm Dark Evans, your nephew, you came to my house as a guest!"

Zhao Feng didn't want to meet the city lord of Satuba City in front of him, but at this time, he could only say hello to Earl Hawke with a smile.

He knew that he had to be very careful when dealing with the Earl Hawk in front of him.

At the beginning, Jerry Evans once commented on Earl Hawke and said, "This fat man is not an ordinary person." He is not only cautious and shrewd, greedy and lustful, but also very strong in his wrists and has strong abilities.

The strength of Count Hawke cannot be underestimated to be able to station a strategic location on the border of the empire for decades.

Hearing Zhao Feng’s self-reported house, the original aura of Earl Hawke suddenly dissipated. At this time, a kind elder face appeared on his face, and he hugged Zhao Feng directly and said, "Dear nephew, I didn’t expect you to have grown so big. Oh my God, you have become a big guy."

If an uninformed person sees this scene, he will think that Count Hawke is a very kind elder and there is no harm at all. However, if you underestimate him, you can only taste the bitter fruit by yourself.

Zhao Feng was breathless by the enthusiastic hug of the fat man in front of him, so he quickly stepped back and said: "Uncle Hawk, we should reminisce about the past later and deal with the matter in front of us first!"

"Okay." Hearing Zhao Feng's words, Earl Hawke immediately put away his smile and said to Sax and Reeves who were kneeling on the ground: "What's going on? Tell me out quickly."

After learning about the incident, Earl Hawke said with some amusement: "It turned out to be just for a small stall problem. I said, "Big nephew, you came to my territory, at least you should notify me first, and such a thing will not happen. Are you here to have an undercover investigation or have any special purpose?"

Earl Hawke was talking and laughing at the beginning, but the last sentence was a secret. This seemingly inconspicuous sentence contained deep meaning and murderous intent.

Because he has been stationed in the border fortress, Earl Hawke is considered a land king and has a high status and power in his own territory.

But this will also attract suspicion from the center of the empire. The king of Roland III, most afraid of seeing warlords, did not listen to the orders above.

Therefore, Count Hawke would often go to the imperial capital to manage and establish relationships so that he could continue to stay in this Satuba market, get enough oil and water, and be virtuous.

Although he knew that Zhao Feng had inherited the desert territory and was now a lord, not in the empire, he was also wary of whether the young man in front of him came to Satuba, who was assigned by Jerry Evans or Roland III, came here with other special purposes, such as collecting his evidence of his crimes or understanding the situation in his resident.

You know, there are so many secrets in Satuba City, and many things are invisible to the sun. If they are known to the above, even if Earl Hawke has ten heads, it will not be enough to cut.

"Why, I just came to sell something and buy some supplies to return to my territory. You also know that my sand castle is very barren and has nothing."

Hearing Earl Hawke's words, Zhao Feng hurriedly said, explaining his purpose. This time he came here, he had no other ideas, so he naturally did not want to arouse the suspicion of the old fox.

"Is that true?" Earl Hawke stared at Zhao Feng's eyes, trying to see something different from it. However, Zhao Feng had no thoughts in his heart, so he was naturally not afraid of his stare.

"So that's the case. It's easy to say, you'll tell me which stall you want in the market." Earl Hawke said with a generous smile: "I'll leave this little thing to me. I will never let you suffer a loss."

"I didn't bring much money this time!" Zhao Feng knew that Count Hawke was a very concise person, so he quickly stated that he had not brought much money.
Chapter completed!