Hearing Annan's voice, the fighting quickly stopped.
It wasn't just the militiamen at Frozen Water Port who subconsciously stopped and looked over.
Even the robbers did not take the opportunity to attack, but looked back with surprise -
In front of them was an aristocratic young man in formal attire.
He is very young, looking only twelve or thirteen years old, with shoulder-length black hair. He has a slender figure, pale and clean skin, and wears a sapphire ring on his slender finger.
He wore a long dark blue coat with many buttons on the front. The coat was decorated with many fine gold ornaments and rubbles. There was a circle of pleats at the waist and black patterns everywhere. Only from the rear could you see his short shorts.
The cloak is embroidered with a black three-eyed raven.
The black patterns on his clothes are like sword-like crow feathers.
The blue-black velvet hat is also decorated with a black feather that is as clear as crystal.
But the most eye-catching thing is still the ice blue pupils under the hat, which are so clear and so clean that it makes people feel chilled in their hearts.
It looks like an emotionless doll, but also like the eyes of a god. One look at it is enough to capture your heart.
"Let me ask you again, gentlemen."
Annan said calmly: "Are you robbing my people?"
When he spoke for the second time, the robbers came to their senses.
They discussed in a low voice for a while, and then one of them asked:
"...Are you Don Juan Geraint?"
"It seems you know me and who owns this land."
Annan's voice was arrogant and cold: "So, do you admit it? You are plundering my territory and hurting my people -"
"No, we are just mercenaries passing by."
Seeing Annan's unkind expression, the other robber immediately said, "This is some personal grudge between us, it's all misunderstanding...it's over now."
"Personal grudges, I understand."
Annan repeated slowly.
He looked up at the houses where the flames had just extinguished and there were still some lingering flames. There was no emotion in his cold voice: "Okay, I'll just treat you as passing mercenaries. Then mercenaries, let's deal with another matter.
——
"You should know how the Kingdom's laws deal with arsonists, right?"
Anyway, I don't know.
Annan added in his heart.
But just from this glance, one can infer that the cost of arson among large-scale wooden houses is definitely not small, and it is most likely the death penalty. Such houses and building layouts can easily burn down if the fire is not put out in time.
Fall down a street.
However, something was beyond Annan's expectation.
One of the robbers quickly said: "No, Lord Geraint. I set the fire. They were just covering me to shoot arrows together. If you don't believe me, you can check my quiver. Only mine is an enchanted burning rocket...
…So please arrest me.”
...So a bachelor?
Annan was startled 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 twelve or thirteen 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 that he would not die, or had he already prepared a replacement?
Preparation for sin?
Annan saw clearly from behind that it was the rockets fired by the bandits together. The bandits saw him appearing from behind, and they should have done something about the fact that "Don Juan Geraint saw everything".
Prepare.
But since this person dared to say this, maybe there are indeed no rockets in other people's bags, and they are not afraid of them searching at all.
This is strange.
...Is anyone targeting Don Juan Geraint?
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Sir, Lord Lord!"
At this moment, the young man lying on the ground who was shot suddenly shouted loudly: "I have something to say!"
It was the young militiaman who took action first.
Annan quickly recognized his identity and asked in a cold voice: "First, tell me your name, soldier."
Hearing the word soldier, the young man was in a trance for a moment. Then with the help of others, he reluctantly got up from the ground, endured the pain and whispered: "My name is Jon, Lord. I am the militia captain of Frozen Water Port.
!
"I want to report to you that this group of people is indeed a bandit! They also came to plunder the frozen water port a month ago and killed several people. The Lord of the City can also do -"
"Lord Geraint."
Before Jon could finish speaking, the robber armed with a long-handled weapon suddenly spoke and interrupted him with a loud voice: "As long as you are willing, we don't need to be robbers."
Annan didn't say a word, just stared at him calmly, waiting for him to say more.
"You obviously——"
"If I were you, kid. I wouldn't say a word right now."
The robber interrupted Jon again unceremoniously.
Seeing his unscrupulous attitude, the militiamen gradually realized something. Someone held Jon's shoulders and motioned him not to say any more.
Seeing that the militia team became quiet, the man turned around, smiled and said to Annan: "We are really mercenaries, sir. You can also ask them, we have not taken the initiative to kill anyone. This is just a private feud...
Yes, personal conflict. It has nothing to do with you big shots."
"dismount."
Suddenly, Annan said.
"What?"
Not hearing Annan's words clearly, the man was startled.
Annan said mercilessly: "Get off your horse, even when you are talking to an earl's son while riding on a horse, you are not polite. Are you sure this is the conversation etiquette your master taught you?"
The "robber" turned pale when he heard this and quickly got off his horse. The others also quickly dismounted.
The leading robber hurriedly took off his leather hat and bowed respectfully to Annan. His momentum became much weaker because of this: "May Yin Jue grant you wealth and happiness, Lord Geraint."
Annan just snorted coldly and did not make any response.
He walked up to the horses, stretched out his hand to touch its head, and asked without looking back: "What's your name? Where are you from?"
"Lyon, my lord. Leon Coleman...we are from Roseburg."
Seeing that Annan didn't seem to want to pursue this matter too much, Lyon lowered his head and came up to him with a smile, and said softly: "The Viscount said that if you guessed it, I would like to invite you to visit Roseburg."
"oh?"
Annan didn't even raise his eyelids: "Which Viscount?"
"There is only one Viscount in Rossburgh. Naturally, he is the Barbour master, Alvin Barbour... your grandfather's vassal."
Leon said, smiling and putting a badge into Annan's hand.
Annan looked down and looked carefully. He found that it was a shield emblem with two patterns: an eagle and a rose.
"fine."
He sighed: "You too."
With that said, he took his hand away from the horse's head and patted Leon's shoulder gently.
"Of course, we..."
Hearing this, Leon also breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to echo a few more words when he suddenly heard a scream.
I saw the horse that Annan had touched just now, 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 its eyes were soaked with a layer of ice marks mixed with blood.
"I'm sorry, you're dead."
At this moment, Annan smiled and let go of Leon's shoulders, and walked slowly toward the militia.
Before Leon could figure out what was happening, he felt an extreme cold coming from his shoulders. He couldn't help but scream, startling everyone around him.
Leon's shoulders were completely stiff and unable to move. Terrible purple blood vessel lines appeared on the left side of his neck and cheek, his lips turned blue and black, and a terrible cold air evaporated from his entire left shoulder.
——It’s a spell!
This Don Juan Geraint is a wizard!
"Military group, obey the orders of your lords. The time has come to defend the Frozen Water Port!"
Annan took a few steps towards the militia group, staring at each militiaman with his cold and emotionless eyes: "Pick up your weapons and assemble!"
The militiamen caught by his gaze couldn't help lowering their heads or looking away, not daring to look at him.
But the anger and hope for revenge that had been extinguished after seeing these bandits reveal their identities also began to boil in their hearts.
Frozen Water Port has not had a strong lord for too long.
Their blood will be frozen.
This little lord looks so cold, but he has an upright heart.
His words were as cold as the winter wind, yet so heart-warming——
Annan turned around under the warm and adoring gaze of the militia group.
He stared coldly at the group of panicked bandits, and drew a delicate dagger from his waist.
He raised his sword and pointed at the group of thieves at the front of the crowd: "Catch them, leave no one behind -