The city gate is very new, the stone bricks are not uniform in color and the area is very small. Those in power do not have enough money and food to support the army and pay attention to decency.

The coarse mill leaned against the canal, and the windmill was twisting, like an old woman working in the night, skillful but not angry.

A man carrying a hoe, a short shirt, a woman with a square scarf wrapped around her head, and an elbow crossed a bamboo basket.

The evening breeze rolled up the mist, and the sound of horse hooves came from the road that lost its light. People who entered the city speeded up and made a move away from the choice behind, so as not to be knocked off by the blind groom.

[You come to Tygonda, the center of Hangner, where the Lord Arnold occupies this place, and people look at it.]

The city gate guards' iron armor reflects, linen clothes are supported from the joints, and the tail end is stuffed into leather gloves.

Today, there are no teams to enter the city.

The guy holding the round shield walked to the middle of the road. The person on duty held the steel sword on the ground, put his palms on the cross, and waited for the shadow to approach.

The sound of horse hooves is approaching, and the width and height of the wheel are shown - not an army or a city person.

Da da da da da da da da da da.

The brown horse stopped in front of the pointed wooden stake, sniffed and his mane shook.

Yay.

The cargo sounded with the frame.

Most soldiers looked ugly. Every time someone passed by, they had to put on such a stance. They could not increase their alcohol or enjoy their promotion, but they had to do so.

"Stop! Who is in the car?"

"Seasonal Hunter, sir."

"Oh,"

The questioner sneered and raised the torch.

"You can't even beat the girl in the fishy house. What are you selling? Rabbits or pheasants?"

The coachman frowned and avoided it. His stand-up collar shirt and soft vest were radiant, and it was Sean Prague.

"Sir, why don't you go back and take a look? I never said that I came alone."

"What, is your grandma behind?"

Laughing left the city gate.

The on-duty people have to carry the night of mosquitoes and flies, so they have to cherish every fun.

The soldier's leather gloves were touched along the edge of the car, pinching the wolf's skin hanging next to him, with frivolous brows.

The back door of the car was open, and Luca looked straight at the other party from a high place, as if staring at a wolf pack. The life-and-death test made him no longer kneel at the feet of soldiers beg for mercy, but seized every opportunity to survive.

The guys who can be sent to the city gate to work are basically excluded from the army.

They enlisted among the civilians and then in turn showed off their power in each village.

Armed fights, tax collection, and cracking down on a few bandits with more battles are already the achievements they can boast about.

The soldier was not convinced, but his throat was already tight.

He looked in the car sideways, his brows collapsed and his expression collapsed to hide his panic.

"Who is behind?"

He shouted loudly, and the companion who came in response gave him courage, staring at the dark shadows, as nervous as if he was expecting a trick.

“Adam White.”

The young man held the roof and stepped on the wooden railing.

"Hunter, wanderer, mercenary, any identity."

Her refreshing and handsome face shone into the flames, but her posture was even more arrogant than Luca. She glanced at the recruits without any pressure.

【Arnold Infantry】

【Attitude: Contemptuous and despised】

【Special skills: threat, armed fighting】

【Narrator: Hell, it's on duty again!】

"Well, let's see."

Several soldiers were already standing with their elbows in their arms.

The leader was afraid that they would refuse, so he suddenly plunged into the carriage, but he realized that this action was very similar to crawling into Adam's crotch.

Adam didn't mean to move away, and chuckled.

【Arnold Shield Hand】

The soldier gritted his teeth with hatred, rubbed his leather armor against the wood, and tried hard to lift the cloth on the goods, and had already made up his mind...

"Two dogs, don't blame me for deducting something."

However, when he lifted the corner and saw the faint old lamp, he felt the cold air coming, and the wolf's head rolled in front of him...

"Drink!"

He fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes flustered.

"They transport alchemy materials!"

The people holding the carriage around them all jumped away like needles and slapped the air, as if they were infected with some tangible bad luck.

"Sorry, you are too fast, I didn't have time to remind me, do you want to take a look? There are also wolf livers, dog fat, oh~ Brown Kui Snake..."

Adam squatted down and pretended to pull out, as if a wizard had shown his private hiding, the scene was extremely strange.

"Okay, okay! Are you ordered from the secret room? Oh, my god, it's a fucking night!"

Bang bang!

There are also guys who are unwilling to give in. They smash the carriage with a steel sword and need to use other methods to get the place back!

"You have exceeded currency time, fifty silver pythons, let you in."

"You are blackmailing!"

Sean stood up in the driving seat, and the half-golden crow's entry fee was ridiculous, and he had to protest.

"Hey, they're carrying silver swords."

The soldiers whispered, "No matter how four or five of them look at it, they are also an advantage, but it is difficult for the other party to do alchemy consumables business, so they can't keep any tricks."

The guy with silver swords was young, but his expression had never changed. Even if he could see blood at any time, he was still extremely calm.

The civilians who worked hard all night by the wooden stakes all looked over against the wall, waiting for someone's teeth to be knocked down or soldiers came out of the city.

[Arnold's soldiers doubt your identity, you can warn them strongly, or lose money and eliminate disasters.]

Adam reached out to Luca's waist, and his actions were obvious, and the two of them exchanged their eyes.

"Yes, good boy, Lord Arnold likes you obedient guys."

However, the steel dagger was slowly displayed in the audience's sight, and the humble sounded around him. The soldiers on duty put on their expressions and postures, ready to defend the majesty of the army.

“Easy…”

Adam played with weapons, and his sword was cumbersome, as his notes said.

【It looks great when you play.】

"That's the style in our army, where did you come from?"

The sharp-eyed person has discovered the clues and has spoken out to question.

"What I found from the corpse, before the corpse team recovered it. Gentlemen, have you heard of the commission from Matthew Village? The captain who handled the trouble should remember me."

The leader soldier was a little hesitant, but someone spoke next to him.

"I've heard that a white-feathered chicken cut off the resentful spirit to death, which took only half a day."

"The people got a golden crow, gnawing the slime steak, and the sleeping girl, and blew it for several days!"

"Well, remember, those bad faces, I still feel itchy when I think about it."

...

The discussion lasted for a moment, and the confrontation was finally resolved. Obviously, this incident spread widely in the army.

[You successfully entered Tygonda Town and were not hostile to Arnold forces, so you can walk boldly on the street, just avoiding feces and not worrying about hunting.]

The carriage moved, and the soldiers let them go skeptically. There were also classes in the army, so there was no need to cause trouble for themselves just to make scenes.

"What is a white-feathered chicken?"

Luca asked, Sean laughed, and Adam held the roof of the car and poked out half of his body.

"Don't worry, it's a local dish. Only those who know how to cook are qualified to handle food for the lord. He is saying that Adam has the ability!"

The autumnal song birds raise their wings with the night wind, from the edge of the forest to the banks of the river valley, and use a glass of beer to pass through the entire city.

As the town began to night, civilization and warmth rose in the wine and the lewd smiles, and the rows of houses stretched out in various postures.

The stall collector was lost and pushed the cart home, pouring buckets of cold water on the arena, and blood flowed through the corners of the town with the passage full of mice.

"Hello, Tygonda."
Chapter completed!