Rogge is just a little prince in the Principality.

When he was sent to the extinct wasteland, he would not have anything. He was not like other young talents in the league who possessed outstanding magical powers and had no superb and sharp fighting spirit. If he had not been a noble, he would not be as good as a civilian.

Regent Richard planned so at the beginning. He sent Rogue to the wasteland. In less than a month, he would be treated as a supper by the ogres on the wasteland.

Who knew that nearly a year passed, and Rogfeld did not die at the hands of the natives in the wasteland, but instead returned to the principality alive. The gap in his thoughts made His Highness Richard extremely angry. As a minister, he should have the obligation and responsibility to relieve his troubles for the future Majesty of the Principality - and this is why Send came from.

As the only dragon knight in the Principality.

Sende was very disdainful of this.

Apart from the rumors that this little prince only knows a little entry-level magic, he doesn't know anything. But did this barbarian jump out of that ravine and was beaten to this kind of virtue?

"Lord!" Sende cleverly tampered with Yang Dashuan's identity. He did not call him his title, but was called according to his official position.

"What's the problem? My dear Dragon Knight?" Old Yang spread the wrinkles on the coat one by one, and his eyes were on the guy with his eyes growing under his nose.

"I have heard of you who have obtained the 'Ten Years' qualification from somewhere. Although I also hope you can get an excellent result in this 'Good Man' competition,... I still advise you to go back to your own territory and farm. There is no such thing as you." Sende's face was full of disdain. "I heard that you are just a magician who is not a good starter, and the rumors... have you hooked up with the saint of the church?"

Sender's eyes turned and he stayed on Joan of Arc.

"Saint Lady Lan, I'm sorry. The worldly rumors are so unpleasant. If I say it wrong, please forgive me." Sender's words made Joan Arc have a temper and lost his temper. His cheeks suddenly became angry.

Yang Dashuan didn't say anything. He wanted to see what else this guy has to say.

"There are still many rumors like this. I heard that the Pope is still your father-in-law? I was so laughing to death... When I heard this rumor, I almost thought my ears were not working well."

Sende almost satirized Yang Dashuan.

These words made the three girls glar at him.

The elves raised their muskets angrily, thought about it and put them down again. The lord had not spoken yet, which was not in line with their identities.

"Continue, what else is there?" Yang Dashuan looked at Sende happily.

The other party's ridicule made Sende's face suddenly covered with frost. Surrounded by so many cavalry, Yang Dashuan's talking, laughing and carelessness really made Sende's face feel a little uncomfortable.

"If I were you, I would honestly go back to my own territory to farm! Lord Rog!" Sende narrowed his eyes, "I heard that you are not resistant to taxes. From March to now, plus the taxes in August, you have not paid taxes to the Principality for five months. According to the law of the Principality, I would like to ask you to talk."

Finally, I'm heading straight to the topic.

Yang Dashuan was so nervous that his stomach was almost laughing and hurt.

"Sonde, that's the case." Kefiel quickly stood up and tried to smooth things over. "As the tax collector of the Principality, Robert, after collecting taxes from the territory, he was robbed by the robbers on the wasteland. Not only were the tax paid all the robbers snatched away by the robbers, but even all the tax officials accompanying him died in battle to protect the property of the Principality!"

"Is there such a thing?" Send raised his brow and stared at Kefir. "How can a group of wasteland natives beat the regular army! Earl of Kefir, you are not kidding me. You should know how serious the consequences of sheltering the prisoner!"

Kefir swallowed and wiped his tears.

"Mr. Send, you really don't know how powerful those robbers are! All of my ten soldiers in the regiments were killed by them, and even I almost couldn't come back alive..." Kefire cried and burst into tears. "If His Highness Roger hadn't saved me, I might have become the main dish for the ogre dinner."

"Actually, Roger is a good highness who pays taxes on time!" Kefiel expelled Yang Dashuan with tears in his nose.

Lao Yang nodded seriously.

Sende frowned. "As you say, Roger is not tax resistant."

"Yes, yes!" Kefiel nodded repeatedly.

Fuck this now.

Sende muttered in his heart.

Originally, according to the words of Regent Richard, Roger could be taken away as long as he was charged with not paying taxes, and if he dared to resist, he could even kill him on the spot. But now Kyphir's move made Sende start to worry.

Even the Regent has no right to arrest a prince at will.

Sende couldn't help but frown.

He didn't know why this Earl of Kefir suddenly spoke for Yang Dashuan. The sudden appearance of this guy disrupted his expectations.

"I can't judge whether it is tax resistance or not. If you want to appeal, you can explain it to the Regent face to face." Sender turned around sneered, proud of his wit. "All cavalry obeyed the orders and arrested the suspect Lord Roger."

The three thousand heavy cavalry quickly turned over the war horses, and the neat movements of holding spears made the people exclaim in a sensation.

"I see who dares!"

Joan of Arc walked forward with great strides and glared at Sender fiercely. "I am the saint of the church!"

"Saint Lam, this is not the Middle East!" Sender narrowed his eyes and looked at Joan of Arc with an angry face. "This is within the territory of our Principality of Edfran, and what is being handled now is also within our principal. Although the church has the right to judge fairly, it seems that there is no right to interfere in other countries. If Lam does not accept it, you can wait until Lord Roger's crime is settled before speaking."

Sende was determined.

"Arson him!" He ignored Joan of Arc's words and turned around and shouted at the cavalry again. The cavalrymen responded with a loud promise, drove their mounts and rushed towards the place.

Yang Dashuan squinted his eyes and looked at Sende coldly.

Sende snorted coldly, turned around and jumped onto the dragon's back.

"If Lord Roger dares to resist the arrest, kill him on the spot!" Sende pointed at Yang Dashuan with a spear in his hand and shouted loudly. The cavalry around the dragon responded in unison, and a sound of armor collision came.

The sound of horse hooves is neat and orderly.

Three thousand cavalrymen were arranged into three square formations, trapping Yang Dashuan and others who were backing the Oak Bar.

"What a great mighty!" Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes and sneered. He looked at Sende coldly and said word by word. "His Excellency Sende, who gave you the right to arrest a prince? Just by doubt, you don't have the right to do this!"

"Suspicion is enough. It is His Highness the Regent who gave me the power to arrest me. Do you think I have it?" Sende snorted coldly. "Everyone obeys the order and arrest Roger!"

"Who dares!"

The elves squatted down in one go, and two hundred muskets aimed at all the heavy cavalrymen who were about to rush towards them. There were about a dozen people holding up the muskets and aiming at Sende. The safety bolt had already been pulled open, and as long as the trigger was pulled, no one could avoid it.

This toy-like thing did not arouse the vigilance of the heavy cavalry.

It’s not their fault. Moradin’s anger is not common in Hekai Continent. Even the few remaining Moradin’s angers in the world were collected as cultural relics. In the hearts of the knights, even bows and arrows could not break their heavy armor. Can this thing hurt itself?

The cavalry turned a blind eye to it, and even Sende, who was a dragon knight, couldn't help laughing.

"His Royal Highness Roger, are you relying on these things to gain a foothold in the wasteland? It turns out that the natives on the wasteland are even starting to be afraid of such toys..." Sende's spear poked Yang Dashuan's nose from a distance and made a mess. "Come on, let me see if your toy can hurt me!"

‘Bang!’

The crisp gunshot suddenly rang, accompanied by the wrath of war horses.

A knight walking in the front fell to the ground.

This accident stopped everyone and looked at the companion who had already arrived.

A pool of blood flowed out of the horse's fully wrapped head. The bullet avoided the heavy armor and directly met the horse's eyes, passing through the head and directly killed. With the accuracy and eyes of the elves, they were enough to shoot flying animals a thousand yards away.

The heavy cavalry fell to the ground struggled to take off the heavy armor pressing against his body, and got up from the ground in panic.

It was not until this moment that they realized that the guy who had been known to be a toy had such powerful lethality. For a moment, everyone couldn't help but stop.

Sende shut his mouth.

"Warning you, don't blame us for being polite when you take a step forward." Leren narrowed his eyes and raised the musket in his hand. The musket in Leren's hand was different from the imitations in other elves' hands. It was short and small. This was done by Yang Dashuan specifically for the dwarf blacksmith to make it for her.

Leren aimed at Sender's eyes. For a night elf, shooting a target that was only a hundred steps away was easier than eating and sleeping.

"Dare you dare to attack a dragon knight?"

Sende roared in a low voice and glared at Leren fiercely.

"You dare to attack a prince, why can't we attack you?" Yang Dashuan pressed the short gun in Leren's hand and looked at Desen.
Chapter completed!