In Amon's previous life, there was a saying that "the hero violated the ban with martial arts." It means that when his personal force is high, he likes to use his fists to break the established rules.

Amon in that world is also a pacifist. He can count the number of times he fights with people from childhood to adulthood, but after coming to this world, everything seems to have changed.

When he noticed someone was following him, he didn't think about hiding, nor did he think about finding a "police". Instead, he directly picked a remote street and prepared to "educate" the other party with the battle axe in his hand.

Violence is not the best way to solve problems, but it is definitely the most direct and quickest way.

Moreover, after being assassinated by the Hungry Wolf Group last time, he made a systematic and comprehensive reflection and analysis of this wilderness journey, and had imagined dozens of encounters and countermeasures.

Not to mention whether these summary is useful, at least, he made sufficient psychological preparations for another battle.

Then, I also became alert this time, picking the ground and throwing the axe cleanly.

However, at this moment, he finally stopped rushing, not because of the other party begging for mercy, nor because of the mercy and ruthlessness, but because the other party called out his name - Amon Odoak.

This is Aldian City, and the one who can call out his full name at once, Amon felt that he could give the other party a chance to explain.

When the smoke and dust disappeared, the visitor was also revealed in front of Amon's eyes. The two were fat and strong, with distinct characteristics.

The strong man was dressed as a typical warrior, with a bald head and no beard. He was wearing a sleeveless armored jacket. His exposed arms were as tangled as an old tree. His weapon was a half-person-high sword.

He looked like a tough warrior.

But at this time, he seemed rather embarrassed, not to mention the dusty face, but the sword in his hand was trembling and buzzing. It was obvious that he had just blocked Amon's attack flying axe.

And his companion, the fat man, can actually be described as "fat". In terms of height, he is better than a strong man, but his body is fat and has grown to the belly.

Amon bet that he could not see his toes even if he bent down.

To be honest, it was the first time he had seen such a big belly and a stool-bellied image in this world for so long.

Just as Amon looked at the other party, the other party was also observing Amon. When the two of them had their eyes intertwined, their eyes were confirmed, and they were filled with indescribable surprises.

"I'm waiting for your explanation?"

Amon gently swung the battle axe in his hand. Although the movement was not large, the huge axe blade broke through the air, and the heavy force brought out a sharp whistling, and the air that could be seen by the naked eye, still shocked the two of them.

After the two exchanged glances again, the fat man took a step forward and asked carefully: "May I ask, are you the eldest son of the great King Hakas and Queen Paris, the first heir to the Odoak family, His Highness Amon?"

This sentence is used in doubt, but when it comes out, it is more of a statement, as if they have been confirmed.

Amon narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while before nodding, "If I weren't, then you are talking to the battle axe in my hand now."

"But why are you so strong?"

The strong man said frankly: "Two years ago, when I met King Hakas in Kelma City, I saw His Highness Amon performing martial arts.

He does look very similar to you, but he definitely doesn't have the same look as you..."

"Ask!!!"

Before the strong man finished speaking, the fat man interrupted sternly, then turned his head and bowed to Amon: "Your Highness, forgive me for your crimes, Asker speaks frankly, and you have no intentions. Please don't blame me for your fault.

I really have important things to do when I arrive today, and I don’t know anything.”

Amon's eyes looked like a knife. He looked at the somewhat ignorant strong man, then looked at the fat man who was sweating on his forehead, and said, "I'm still waiting for your explanation? Remember, don't let me ask for the third time."

“Yes, yes!”

The fat man bowed again: "The shadow leader of Gumon in Ordian City, Bakullen, and his deputy Asker met His Highness Amon."

"City of Kelma, Shadow?" Amon was really stunned:

This result was something he didn't expect, but after thinking about it for a moment, he couldn't rule out this possibility.

Kelma City is famous in the north for its image of being "hard and daring to fight". There are a large number of brave and fearless soldiers in the clan who are brave and fearless, but the maintenance of a regime always requires all kinds of talents.

There are not many people among the ancient and Mongolian people who can be shadows and do things like listening to news, but they still need them.

Especially the major countries in the Northland always need to spread a message network. Even if you cannot collect any hidden information, many major trends that are well-known to everyone must be transmitted back as soon as possible.

Amon asked again: "How do you prove your identity?"

Fatty Barkulon immediately said: "We actually have a set of joints inside our shadows, but His Highness is not sure of it.

I will only talk about one thing, Your Highness can see if it can be right.

About two months ago, we received a message from the city of Kelma. His Highness Ammon traveled alone to Aldian, and asked us to search in the city, so that we must determine His Highness's whereabouts and ensure safety."

Two months ago?

Message?

The first thing Amon thought of was his book. Before leaving Kelma City, he was afraid that his family would worry, so he did leave a book to explain where he was going.

In this way, the time, place, and events are all right, and apart from Amon and his family, we will never know much about this.

Amon asked again: "Is that my mother's message?"

"I don't know this. I'm only responsible for going online. The order was issued by Lord Bass himself."

Although the magical messenger of Kelma City must have been established by the elves brought by Queen Paliz, the entire Shadow Network is in the hands of the people most trusted by Hakas.

And this person is Bass, known as the most loyal "dog" under the throne of Hakas.

Since it is called a "dog", Bass is naturally not popular.

In fact, if Mr. Sharp is respected because of love, then Bass is alienated because of fear.

But the same thing is said, any king needs to do dirty work and tiring work, and Bass is a person like King Hakas, and he controls the entire city of Kelma and the shadows everywhere, both externally and internally.

Of course, at this moment, Amon mentioned this more of a temptation, and Bakullun's answer could have dispelled Amon's last doubts.

Amon slowly put away the battle axe, relaxing his tense muscles, which also relieved the two people on the other side, but the next sentence made the two people nervous:

"Okay, I will recognize your identities for the time being. As for my strength..."

Speaking of this, Amon stopped and looked at the two of them with a slanted look. The strong man Ask was full of curiosity and actually showed an listening look.

The fat man Barulong's straight waist bent down again, and the cold sweat that had not yet dried out on his forehead came out again.

The strong man Aske is worthy of being an ancient Mongolian man. He has a simple mind and a well-developed limbs. He doesn't think this is a big deal. He is an alien among the ancient Mongolian man of Bakulun, with as many minds and bodies as his size.

When Amon showed his combat power, he immediately thought of many things, such as why is it rumored that His Highness Amon is a waste to fight against the five scums?

Why does Your Highness hide his strength?

Why does Your Highness want to travel alone?

After wandering around, he naturally thought of inheritance, royal power, and the princes fought, and now they have seen through Amon's personal strength. What is the final result?

Kill someone to silence?

Well, this is Bakullen's first reaction, which is to try his best to interrupt Ax's questioning, which is also the reason why he sweats from layer to layer!

Amon glanced at Bakullun with a smile and said, "As for my personal combat power, I naturally have some experiences. There is nothing to be told. You can spread the word about Kelma City."

"I dare not, don't dare, uh, okay, okay, your highness."

Barkulun felt that he felt a different kind of pressure on Amon. This was not an absolute gap in strength, but a insight into people's hearts.

It was Ax looking at Bakullen's expression, but he had not reacted yet, and he looked confused.

"Okay, you can send the news back, just say I am safe and will return in the next few days, so that my parents can rest assured.

Well, I'll send me a message to Alice and say that I'll be ready for the gifts I'll give her."

After Amon said with a smile, he waved his hand again, asking Rogue to come over, carrying a bunch of things and preparing to leave. Although Rogue was not separated, he looked disbelief: "Brother Amon, are you actually a prince?"

"Your Highness, Prince? Well, in a sense, it's right."

Amen tilted his head and replied, feeling that the name was a bit awkward, but it seemed to be correct.

But at this moment, Bakullun's somewhat awkward voice came: "Well, Your Highness, the news of your safe arrival was actually sent back half a month ago when you entered the city."

Amon was stunned and paused his move forward: "Half a month ago?"

"Yes."

"That is to say, you knew it when I just entered the city? How did you know?"

“Well, this explanation is a bit complicated.

Because it is the highest level of mission, two months ago, after receiving the magical instigation, I bribed the guards of the four gates of Aldian City, pulled out all of us, took His Highness's paintings, and squatted at the gates."

Bakullen said, explaining: "Although this method is a bit stupid, it is also the easiest and most effective method I can think of. After all, the workload is much smaller than the investigation of the migrant population in the entire city."

"So, are you watching me enter the city?"

Bakullen smiled awkwardly again: "Actually, there is no one. Our focus is on lone guests, but His Highness entered with others.

Moreover, the time was quite special and we didn’t dress much. Cough, it was so particular that our people actually didn’t notice it at the first time.”

The time point is special?

It's early in the morning.

Not very particular?

Just say it's sloppy.

Wandering in the wasteland for more than a month, covered in dirt and unshaven beard, it would be strange if you can be particular!

Amon grinned: "How did you find me in the end?"
To be continued...