In the Free Buffalo Tavern in Tyniec City, a long-haired guy wearing half-mail, holding a Viking sword in his hand was confronting several county guards, and the drunken guests on the side kept making loud noises.
The origin of the matter is that two lustful mercenaries competed for a new "stunning" woman in the tavern. The result of the fight was that the guy holding a Viking sword stabbed another guy carrying a thick-backed machete to the ground. It was not known whether the mercenary in ragged clothes on the ground was dead or not. Anyway, this guy never moved again until someone called the patrolling county soldier.
"Man, I advise you to put down your weapons and follow us back to the city hall. The Sheriff will give you a fair judgment." The small officer of the county soldier who looked like the captain of the city patrol stretched out his broad sword and pointed it at the mercenary who had been stabbed in the face. The three soldiers beside the young officer also pointed their short spears straight at him.
The long-haired mercenary held the Viking sword in his hand tighter, and replied in Burgundian with a slight Swabian accent: "This guy used the weapon first. This is a fair duel between us, and you have no right to arrest me." "
"Behead him!"
"Behead him!"
It's never too big a deal to watch, not to mention that the guy being surrounded is a damn Swabian, so these drunken drunkards took advantage of the drunkenness to make a fuss.
The patrol captain who originally planned to calm down the incident could not get off the stage in the face of the noisy drunkards. Such private duels were staged every day. If they took care of everything, the entire Tinets County soldiers would not have to do anything else.
But it’s impossible to just leave like this.
Just when the troubled city patrol captain was about to order his soldiers to rush forward and attack the mercenaries, Art, who had just met the Viscount and several barons leading the Eastern Legion in the city, broke into the tavern with Odo and Angus.
The "war" that was about to ignite was instantly frozen, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the three of Ate.
Matt glanced at the two groups of people confronting each other in the store, and then at the crowd of drinkers, and instantly understood what was happening.
He ignored everyone's looks and walked to the shopkeeper behind the wine cabinet without caring.
"Dige, prepare a lunch for us, we will eat here. In addition, arrange a guest room for the night, prepare a table of more delicious food, and remember to prepare a few barrels of wine. The wine must be produced at the Bordeaux (a high-quality wine production estate in the Principality of Burgundy) manor. I will entertain distinguished guests in the evening."
Dige was nervous about the chaotic situation in the store, but Art suddenly appeared.
"Sir, why are you here?" Digg, who was always shrewd and well-spoken, stuttered a bit.
"Oh, I was recruited by the palace to join the Eastern Legion to fight south in Provence." Art replied simply.
"Sir, look at this~ Something happened in the store today, I'm afraid I can't help you~" Dige gestured to the tense confrontation in the store.
Att turned his head and glanced at the two waves of people facing each other with swords drawn at the other end, and nodded to express his understanding. Then he took off the knight's sword from his waist and casually walked between the two waves of people and used the scabbard to remove the weapons from both sides. "I am Art Wood Wells. You all put down your weapons."
A small county soldier glared at Art, and cursed fiercely: "Where are you drunkard? The county soldiers are arresting murderers, how can it be your turn to talk too much."
The little officer on the side had no time to stop the little county soldier. Then, seeing Art staring at the little county soldier, he quickly stepped forward to apologize, "Sir patrol officer, this guy doesn't know you, please forgive his offense." As he said this, the young officer kicked away the little county soldier who had just spoken rudely, and bowed deeply towards Art to express his apology.
Att turned his eyes from the small county soldier and looked at the young officer in front of him. He felt that the guy in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't name him.
The long-haired mercenary walked up to him, looked him up and down, and asked: "What's your name?"
The long-haired mercenary knew that the man in front of him must be a noble, and if he was lucky, he might be able to save his own life, so he forced an ugly smile and replied respectfully: "Sir, my name is Treddock von Hohenzollern."
Matt raised his head and looked at the guy in front of him in surprise, "What did you say your last name was?"
"Hohenzollern~" The long-haired mercenary named Tredok was used to people being surprised by his loud last name.
"You are from the Hohenzollern family." Art was very interested.
"Let's just forget about it. I am the second son of a small noble family without inheritance rights. Maybe when I am a son, I will not have the opportunity to bear the surname Hohenzollern." There was no pride in his surname in Tredok's tone.
Matt heard the bitterness in the mercenary's mouth, so he stopped talking about the last name and pointed at the unfortunate guy bleeding on the ground, "Did you do this?"
Tredok glanced at the guy on the ground, and replied in a low voice with a helpless expression: "Sir, I didn't want to kill him. This guy drew the sword first."
Att looked at the mercenary's body and frame, and then at the way he held the sword. He was an excellent warrior.
"Do you want to live?" Art asked in a low voice.
Tredok nodded without hesitation and lowered his Viking sword.
"Then do as I say." Art said softly, turning his head to look at Odo and Angus who were following him, and they nodded in understanding.
"You two, go see if that guy is dead?" Art shouted loudly.
「Yes, sir.」
Angus strode to the guy lying on the ground, leaned over and breathed, but there was no breath coming in or out.
Angus raised his head and glanced at Art, and replied loudly: "My lord, he is not dead, and he still has a weak breath."
The county soldier who was kicked away by the junior officer just now wanted to come forward and take a look, but was blocked by Odo who came over.
"Sir, since the man is not dead, let's carry him back to the camp quickly and let the doctors treat him!" Odo asked Art for help.
"Well, it's good that the person is not dead."
"Dige, ask a few shop assistants to take the injured unfortunate guy to the military camp outside the city for treatment. I will pay for the medicine." Art ordered the hotel owner.
"Ah! Yes, sir, right away." Digger replied quickly, and then waved to the two bartenders in the store, and followed Odo to carry the already stiff "injured" out of the crowded tavern as if he was fleeing.
After Odo's figure carrying the "wounded" disappeared, Art returned his gaze to the store, pointed at Tredoch behind him and said to the young officer: "Since the person is not dead, this mercenary doesn't have to go back to the security team with you, right?"
"This~Sir Patrol Officer~but him~" The young officer didn't know what to do.
Matt patted the young officer on the shoulder and said: "If the person is not dead, I will also treat him. I will not let this hurt guy go, I will let him be punished, don't worry."
The people on the ground had been carried away, and they didn’t know whether they were alive or dead. The other party was a lord with a higher official position than himself. The patrol officer did not dare to raise objections and replied respectfully: "Since the patrol officer is willing to take the trouble to personally handle this small dispute between drunkards, we will obey the order." After that, the junior officer put away his weapon and moved out of the way.
"Sergeant major, take this hurtful guy back to the camp for severe punishment."
Angus pretended to grab Terrydock's hand and "led" him out of the hotel under the strange eyes of everyone.
After the "injurer" was also escorted away, Art walked to the wine cabinet and said to the owner Digg: "Forget it, I won't eat here at noon. You remember the dinner."
Matt glanced at the few patrolling county soldiers who were still standing aside awkwardly, and then told Digg: "These county soldiers have worked hard, prepare a delicious meal and drinks for them, and the money spent is mine."
The patrol captain hurried forward to thank them.
"Okay, I have to go back to the military camp, you let everyone disperse."
"Yes! Sir Inspector." The young officer replied happily.
At turned around and left the hotel, and behind him came the voice of a young officer scolding the crowd to disperse...
Just when Art returned to the temporary military camp from the city of Tyniec with two troublemakers, one standing and one lying down, his own military camp outside the city was also in chaos.
Ron is leading a dozen soldiers of the Fourth Squadron to confront a group of unknown troops with weapons. Bath and Lusignan are also leading their own soldiers to guard on one side.
The number of troops confronting Ron was less than twenty. Except for a few who had half-mail mail armor and leather and cotton armor, most of the rest only had an iron round helmet and a set of robes and belts that were barely uniform in shape. Although this group of people had shabby clothing, they had quite a complete set of weapons in their hands, including swords, axes, spears, and bows and bucklers.
"We occupied this place first. We have already set up camp. We have orders in the army to camp in the wild. No one is allowed to approach within twenty steps of the camp." Ron approached the opponent with a broad sword. He actually did not want people of unknown origin to be stationed around him.
The other party's little leader was not a good person either. He raised his knife and blocked Ron's broad sword, and replied fiercely: "We are also an army recruited by the palace. There are not many suitable places to camp outside the city. Why can't we camp next to your camp? How can you be such a domineering person! Man, I warn you, my family is big. He is a palace guard knight. If he comes back from the city soon and finds out that you are driving us like pigs and dogs, be careful with your head. "
"Young man is trying to scare people with his title. My master is also a palace guard knight~" Ron paused and felt something was wrong.
"What did you just say? Your master is also a palace guard knight?" Ron put down the broad sword in his hand and asked in surprise.
"Who is your master?" The two asked in unison.
“Sir Art Wood Wells (David Patrick)!” The two men spoke in unison again.
"I heard your Lord mention Sir Art."
"I also met Sir David in person!"
"Haha! It turns out to be Sir Art's army." The guy holding the knife completely put down his weapon.
"You had to say it was Sir David's army from the beginning, so I wouldn't be offended!" Ron also retracted his broadsword and touched his head in embarrassment.
"Okay, then let's~"
"Then you camp next to us, and I will explain it to my master." Ron was very generous and not as aggressive as before.
"Then thank you very much, brother. I will definitely convey your generosity to my family~"
“Haha!” The two laughed again...
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