Because the "Magic Bell" suddenly rang, the city guards had to retreat and give up their positions to the Pava Federation Cavalry. However, although the Pava Federation Cavalry usually looked down on these city guards, they could not ignore the middle-aged man in front of them.
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The middle-aged man's name is Armstrong, the captain of the Jackdaw City Guards and a great swordsman. Although he is a peak powerhouse, he has a gentle personality and is not highly valued by the conqueror Paliogli. That's why he just becomes a
The guard captain maintains order in Jackdaw City all year round.
"Who rang the 'Magic Bell'? What happened in the palace?" Armstrong asked with a smile while sitting on the roadside without any image.
I saw a Pava federal cavalryman wearing full armor. He bowed and saluted first, and then said that this was what Commander Bati Atta meant.
"It turns out it's him, that's right. From now on, all affairs in Jackdaw City will be handed over to you. I'd better go have a drink, out of sight, out of mind!"
When Armstrong heard that it was the commander who rang the "magic bell," his expression softened and he returned to his usual carefree look.
I saw him waving his hands to a group of Pava Federation cavalry, and then walked unsteadily towards the crowd, as if he really didn't intend to get into any trouble.
However, a moment later, a crow fell from the sky and landed accurately on Armstrong's shoulder. Armstrong's expression paused, and he seemed to be studying the words in the letter.
"Why bother? I have never left Jackdaw City in my life, let alone neglect my duties."
"By the way, those six foreigners actually arrived in the Pawa Federation. When did they sneak in? Why didn't I notice it?"
Armstrong waved his hand to drive away the crows, and then swallowed the letter into his stomach. But when he thought about it, since the commander would take action in person, there was a high probability that nothing would happen to him.
After some twists and turns, Armstrong walked into a pub that was open during the day, and immediately ordered a glass of ice-cold beer. He seemed to be a regular customer here.
But just when he was about to enjoy his afternoon sunshine, he suddenly turned his head and looked in a certain direction behind him in disbelief, or at a certain little girl.
"Boss, let's have another glass of beer. The sauced pork here is really delicious. Let's cut it into more pieces." The little girl said as she threw out two gold coins.
This little girl is Rikka. She was originally going out for a stroll today, but she didn't expect that there would be a tavern open during the day in Jackdaw City. She just stepped into it out of curiosity.
And after drinking beer once, Rikka felt that it was far more refreshing than dwarf ale. Since it was still early, why not just drink a few glasses of beer before going back to cooking.
"Little girl, you are a foreigner, otherwise you should know that the beer sold here is not of the best quality, but the taste of the sauce is unique."
Armstrong turned around and took the initiative to chat with a smile. As a peak expert, he naturally knew the situation of Boom and his group. But after seeing it with his own eyes, he felt that Rikka was just a little girl, far from a secret letter.
As terrifying as described here.
And through his own invisible aura test, Armstrong was able to confirm that the other party was not a professional, at least there was no fighting fish or magic power fluctuations in the other party's body.
"Yes, uncle, I am just a foreigner. But beer cannot be measured by price. Everyone has their own preferences, just like fish offal is delicious in the mouths of those who like it, but in the mouths of those who despise it.
In the eyes, it is regarded as filthy."
Although Rikka's words were slightly unreasonable, they were praised by the tavern owner. Two large glasses of cold beer were brought with foam on them, and there was a lot more sauced meat on the plate.
"Haha, as the saying goes, 'an invitation is worse than a chance encounter.' How about we share a table together, and you can get news about the Pava Federation from me, and I will be responsible for getting rid of the sauce on the plate?"
After hearing this, Armstrong actually stood up and sat across from Rikka, and then made a very bold suggestion. At such a close range, Armstrong could be sure that the other party was not a threat, at least not as much as a great swordsman like himself.
Rikka did not refuse, nor did she get angry because of Armstrong's weird behavior. The little girl had been with Boom for many years and was often taught by Christine, so she was naturally able to observe words and emotions.
"You have the smell of a peak powerhouse, and you also have the smell of a great swordsman that I don't like very much."
"What? Are you planning to fight here? I'm not afraid of you!"
Rikka took a big gulp of cold beer and then whispered. The little girl looked at the other party calmly, as if the other party was a clown.
There is indeed no fighting spirit or magic power in Rikka's body, but her perception is extremely powerful, and she can naturally tell the opponent's true identity. It is very abnormal for a great swordsman to take the initiative to show kindness.
"I also have a girl your age at home. As a father, I have to say something."
"Your name should be Rikka. Go back and tell the other five companions to leave Jackdaw City and the Pawa Federation today. This place is not as simple as you think, and it is not a place where outsiders can survive."
"As for me, I am indeed a great swordsman, but I have no intention of fighting with you. I hope that Jackdaw City will be safe and sound, and that every day will be like yesterday."
Armstrong didn't care about Rikka's tough attitude. He first pressed his hand, and then bluntly suggested that Boom and his team leave as soon as possible.
Because in Armstrong's opinion, Boom and his party are just six silk moths that accidentally got into the spider's web. It would be best if they could escape quickly, otherwise the result that awaits them is that they will all be buried in Jackdaw City.
"Really, then your daughter must be very cute too."
"But this is my brother's decision. Rikka can only guard it silently, but cannot change it casually."
"As for danger, all living beings are in danger all the time. If the enemy is weak, then the opponent is a clown. If the enemy is too strong, then you can only blame yourself for being weak."
"One more thing, I have never had a good impression of the great swordsman in my life! It's getting late, you're still drinking alone, and I have no intention of letting you pry for information anymore!"
After saying this, Rikka's expression changed, and then a ray of beastly coercion shot toward Armstrong. Although the latter never moved, there was a hint of complexity between his eyebrows.
As described in countless secret letters, among the six opponents, there is a mysterious existence that cannot detect fighting spirit or magic power, and it seems to be extremely powerful.
Although Armstrong couldn't see through Rikka, he understood that a little girl who could casually exude coercive power was definitely not a kind person.
"That's it. Although I don't want to hurt you, you and your companions are now regarded as threats." Armstrong sighed and muttered to himself after Rikka's figure completely disappeared. More than two hours later, Armstrong walked into the Royal Palace of Jackdaw City smelling of alcohol. At this moment, he was no longer as elegant and easy-going as before. The aura of a great swordsman was sharp, and his whole person seemed to have turned into an unsheathed sword.
The surging fighting energy fluctuations even caused the air to change its flow trajectory.
The sunlight made the dust invisible, and the spider in the corner tied up the flying insects with silk threads, intending to treat them as midnight snacks. The conqueror Paliogle was as silent as a stone sculpture, as if no one had arrived yet.