Hearing Annan's voice, the battle stopped quickly.

It was not just the militiamen in the frozen water port who subconsciously stopped and looked over.

Even the robbers did not take the opportunity to attack, but looked back with a surprised face-

In front of them was a noble boy in courtesy.

He was very young, looking only twelve or thirteen years old, with shoulder-length black hair. He was slender, pale and clean, and had a sapphire ring on his slender fingers.

He wore a long dark blue jacket with many breasts on the front. The jacket was decorated with many fine gold ornaments and broken gems, with a circle of pleated waists and decorated with black patterns everywhere. Only from the rear can you see that his short cloak was embroidered with a black three-eyed crow.

The black patterns on his clothes were the crow feathers that looked like swords.

The blue and black velvet hat is also decorated with a black feather that is as crystal clear as crystal.

But the most eye-catching thing is the ice-blue pupils under the top hat, which are clear and clean enough to make people feel cold in their hearts.

It seems to be a doll with no emotion, or the eyes of a god. It can be enough to capture people's mind at first glance.

"I'll ask you again, gentlemen."

Annan said calmly: "Are you plundering my subordinates?"

The robbers woke up for the second time.

They whispered for a while, and then one of them asked:

“…You are His Excellency Don Juan Gerant?”

"It seems that you know me and you also know who will take care of this land."

Annan's voice was arrogant and cold: "So, have you admitted it? You are plundering my territory and hurting my subordinates--"

"No, we are just mercenaries passing by."

Seeing that Annan looked bad, another robber immediately spoke, "This is some personal grudges between us, all misunderstandings... it has passed."

"I understand the personal grudge."

Annan repeated slowly.

He looked up at the house where the flames had just gone out and there were some fires, and there was no emotion in the cold voice: "Okay, I'll just think you are just passing by mercenaries. Then mercenaries, let's deal with another thing-

"You should know in your heart how the Kingdom Law deals with arsonists?"

Anyway, I don't know.

Annan added in his heart.

But from this glance, it can be inferred that the cost of arson is definitely not small, and it is likely to be a death penalty. If this kind of house and building layout is not extinguished in time, it is very easy to burn a street as soon as it is burned.

However, it was a bit beyond Annan's expectations.

One of the robbers quickly spoke: "No, Lord Gerant. I put all the fires on me, they are just covering me to shoot arrows together. If you don't believe me, you can check my quiver, only mine is the enchanted rocket... so please arrest me."

...So a bachelor?

Annan was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized something was wrong.

This person responded too quickly.

This is very unnatural.

If he was really dealing with a 12 or 13-year-old boy, maybe Annan would be fooled by him...

You know, when he knew that he was likely to be sentenced to death, he replied so quickly and there was not much fear in his words... Was he sure he would not die, or was he ready to scapegoat long ago?

Annan had seen clearly from the back before, it was the rocket shot by the bandits. The bandits should have prepared themselves for the incident of "Don Juan Gerant seeing everything."

But since this person dares to say that, there may be no rockets in other people's bags, so they are not afraid of searching them.

This is strange.

…Is anyone targeting Don Juan Gerant?

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Sir, Lord Lord!"

At this moment, the young man who was shot on the ground suddenly shouted loudly: "I have something to say!"

It was the first young militia to take action.

Annan quickly recognized his identity and asked in a cold voice: "Tell me what your name is first, soldier."

Hearing the word soldier, the young man was in a daze for a moment. Then, with the help of others, he barely got up from the ground and endured the pain and whispered: "My name is Jon, Lord Lord. I am the militia captain of the frozen water port!

"I want to report to you that this group of people is indeed robbers! They also came to rob the frozen water port a month ago and killed several people. The city lord can do it-"

"Lord Jarant."

Before Jon could finish speaking, the robber holding a long-handled weapon suddenly spoke and interrupted him with a loud voice: "As long as you want, we can be no bandits."

Annan didn't say a word, but just stared at him calmly, waiting for him to say more.

"You obviously-"

"If I were you, boy. I wouldn't say a word now."

The robber interrupted Jon again without hesitation.

Seeing his unscrupulous attitude, the militia gradually realized something. Someone pressed Jon's shoulder and signaled him not to say more.

Seeing that the militia team was quiet, the man turned his head and said to Annan with a smile: "We are really mercenaries, sir. You can also ask them, none of us took the initiative to kill. This is just a personal revenge... Yes, personal conflicts have nothing to do with you big men."

"dismount."

Suddenly, Annan said.

"What?"

The man was stunned for a moment without hearing Qing Annan's words.

Annan said mercilessly: "Dismount all of you--it's not a polite ride when you talk to a son of an earl. Are you sure this is the conversation etiquette your master taught you?"

The "robber" turned pale when he heard this, and quickly turned over and got off the horse. The others also quickly got off the horse.

The robber who led the lead quickly took off his fur hat and bowed deeply respectfully to Annan. His momentum became much weaker: "May Silver Lord give you wealth and happiness, Lord Jerant."

Annan just snorted coldly and did not respond.

He paced to the horses himself, reached out to touch its head, and asked without looking back: "What's your name? Where did you come from?"

"Lyon, Lord. Lyon Coleman...we are from Rossburg."

Seeing that Annan seemed not to pursue this matter too much, Lyon lowered his head and smiled and said softly: "Master Viscount said, if you guessed it, please invite you to visit Rossburg."

"oh?"

Annan didn't even raise his eyelids: "Which viscount?"

"Rosburg has only one viscount. Of course, he is the old man of the Barber family, Mr. Alvin Barber... your grandfather's vassal."

Lyon said, and smiled and stuffed an emblem into Annan's hand.

Annan looked down and looked carefully. He found that it was a shield insignia with two patterns of eagle and rose.

"fine."

He sighed, "So too."

As he said that, he pulled his hand away from the horse's head and gently patted Lyon's shoulder.

"Naturally, we..."

Lyon was relieved when he heard this. He was about to echo a few more words, but suddenly he heard a scream.

The horse that Annan had just touched suddenly let out a shrill scream, fell to the ground and twitched, and was about to die on the spot.

A thick layer of frost appeared on its entire head, and a layer of blood-stuck ice marks were seeped in both eyes.

"Sorry, your horse is dead."

At this moment, Annan smiled and let go of Lyon's shoulders, slowly walking towards the militia.

Before Lyon could figure out what was going on, he felt a sensation of extreme cold coming from his shoulders. He couldn't help but scream, scaring everyone around him.

I saw that Lyon's shoulders were completely stiff and could not move. Terrible blue-purple blood vessel lines appeared on his left neck and cheeks, his lips became blue and black, and a terrible cold air evaporated from his left shoulder.

——It’s a spell!

This Don Juan Gerant is a wizard!

"Military regiment, obey your lord's orders. Time is here to defend the frozen water port!"

Annan took a few steps toward the militia, and his cold and emotionless eyes were staring at each militia: "Pick up the weapons and gather!"

The militia, who was swept by his eyes, couldn't help but lower their heads or looked away, and did not dare to look at him.

But when they saw this group of robbers self-destructing their identities, the extinguished anger and hope of revenge also evaporated.

In the frozen water port, there has been no strong lord for too long.

Their passion is about to be frozen.

This little lord looks so cold, but has an upright heart.

His words were as cold as the wind of winter, but so exciting—

Annan turned around under the warm and admiral gaze of the militia.

He stared coldly at the group of panic bandits and drew out the delicate daggers from his waist.

He raised his sword and pointed at the bandits in front of the crowd: "Catch them, keep no one-

"No matter how alive you are!"
Chapter completed!