Le Mans is peaceful and peaceful in early winter, with a gentle warmth. The old trees in the town are shaking in the cold wind and fall off a few yellow leaves from time to time. The mountaineering people who have been working for a year have begun to enter the winter break. Hunters occasionally go to the mountains to catch some wild game and add some oil to their wives and children. The mountaineering people are simple and down-to-earth, but they become very powerful in the harsh living environment.

The winter sun shines warmly on the crowd gathered in the town square. The old mayor Ian was giving a speech in emotion. A simple amplification magic made the old mayor clearly convey his voice to everyone's ears. Ian rarely put on a magician robe. The last time he wore this magician robe was thirty years ago, and at that time he was still a passionate adventurer.

"Gentlemen! I have been the mayor of Le Mans for twenty years. Over the years, the peace of our town has never been broken. We have worked hard to build warm houses with our hands, love our wives, and raise our children. We fight against floods, droughts, and monsters. The scars on us are the marks of these struggles, the pride of men! We have never retreated in front of anything that threatens our wives and children, because we are guarding the homeland where generations live, because we are the people of the proud mountain!"

A burst of applause sounded. Ian paused and continued, "But now this tranquility is about to be broken. Several despicable and fierce nobles claimed to be the owner of this land. This land belongs to us, and this land belongs to the son of the mountain. These nobles not only want to take away our land, but also the last piece of bread in our hands and the last apple of our children! These nobles,"

Ian paused and said loudly: "Each of our family needs to pay a tax of five gold coins per year!"

A woman's scream came out, followed by a man's angry cry. "Kill these nobles!" "Turn them back to the royal capital!" "No one can take away our land!" A sharp child voice sounded: "I fuck these noble grandma!" A burst of laughter sounded, and the child's mother blushed and pinched her naughty son tightly.

Ian waited for everyone to calm down and continued, "When I first arrived in this town, Bam was not good at climbing trees." The tall blacksmith wrapped his straps and half lying on the stretcher, laughing embarrassedly. "But these nobles injured him as soon as they came here. They still teased the most beautiful girl in the town without any scruples! Our wife and daughter were indescribable humiliation." Several young girls sobbed.

"Not only that, let's see what they did to my son, Guta!"

Guta was helped out by two strong young men. The townsmen watched silently at his ankles wrapped in straps, his torn clothes, and his face that had already started to rot. The most thrilling thing was the mark of the coolie branded on his face. "How can these nobles turn civilians into coolie at will?!" A young girl cried and pounced out. She was Guta's lover. "Guta, what did they do to you?"

Ian raised his hands: "Our survival is no longer guaranteed!! Our wife and daughter are on the verge of being defiled!! I, Ian, a level ten mage, will challenge these nobles! Today's affairs will not stop until death! And you," Ian's voice turned soft: "My children, you will go to the king's capital to complain, and to the church, just as the night will eventually pass, justice will replace evil! May God bless you!"

The atmosphere in the square reached its climax.

A burst of rapid horse hooves sounded, and one hundred and fifty "Dragon and Beauty" knights, like wolves and tigers, rushed into the square and surrounded the crowds on the square. Although the mountain people were fierce, they couldn't help but feel scared in the face of the fully armed knights. The noisy square suddenly became quiet. The dragon and Beauty knights moved aside, and the noble scum rode out on high horses.

Guta suddenly shouted hysterically: "It's him, that demon!" The originally strong man was like a mouse being forced into a desperate situation by a cat. He was extremely frightened, but instead tried his best to bite the cat. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at the nobles. Everyone looked in the direction of his fingers and saw Rogge, wearing black armor, holding a battle axe, riding on the horse, feeling contented.

A young man among the townsmen stood up and shouted loudly: "What mistake did Guta make? You demons want to torture him like this? Can the nobles turn people into coolies at will? There is also a tax on five gold coins for each family! Do you still give us a way out? You must give us an explanation today!"

"Yes! We want an explanation!" Roaring angrily.

Roger looked at Ian in the middle of the square, and the invisible gaze between the two was almost sparking.

Roger smiled slightly, ignored Ian, turned to look at the excited young man, and asked calmly: "You just said, how much do you pay?"

"Five gold coins! This made us..." the young man excited again.

Roger interrupted the young man's complaint with a stern shout: "Toffler!"

Toffler immediately flashed out of the townspeople and knelt on the ground and shivered. "Tell me what you want to inform you of the taxes in Ian?"

Toffler shook even more and just lay on the ground without daring to look up.

Roger shouted softly and issued a magic missile. Three missiles hit the ground against Toffler's scalp, forming a neat equilateral triangle on the ground around his head. Ian was shocked and deeply worried when he saw Roger's precise magic control. When he saw Toffler's actions, he felt even more chilled.

"Toffle, the accuracy of the next magic missile is not that bad!" Roger said calmly.

Toffler raised his head, his face as if dead. He looked up at Ian and lay on the ground again.

"Say! I'll tell you how much tax is going to be charged?"

"Yes, yes," Toffle's war finally said in a low voice: "This year is one silver coin for each household."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves. With a bang, the crowd immediately became a mess. All kinds of questions, scolding, accusations, and suspicions were intertwined. Ian's face turned white as if struck by lightning.

"Then how much did you say to Mayor Ian?" Roger pressed step by step. "It's three silver coins! Your Majesty, I'm wrong. I shouldn't have been greedy for silver coins. I swear I will never dare again!" Toffler cried loudly. Ian only felt countless thunderbolts explode in his head, and his whole body was trembling with anger, his lips trembling, and he couldn't even say anything. The townsmen talked in a low voice, at a loss, and the eyes that looked at Ian also contained some doubts and contempt. Franco and Rance looked at each other, praising Toffler's acting skills in their hearts.

Ian rushed over and raised his staff to hit Toffler on the ground: "You little man! I, I will beat you to death! I understand, you have colluded!" At this time, a young woman rushed out and shouted to the crowd: "Don't believe these damn nobles! They are demons! This Toffler is with them, and he lied to my father!"

Kate jumped into the horse and shouted loudly. A milky white fighting spirit flashed all over his body, and swung his gun to set off Ian's staff. Those who knew the people in the town immediately shouted: "Sacred fighting spirit, he is the Sacred Knight!" Kate was very happy. Unexpectedly, someone in this remote place could recognize the goods. With a dilemma, the fighting spirit disappeared immediately without a trace. The Sacred Knights are loyal to faith, upright and kind, and cherish honor more than life. In addition, they are the most determined believers of the Supreme God. In short, the Sacred Knights are basically the same as the incarnation of justice.

Kate showed his hand and someone shouted, "Let me tell you what the Knight said." The townsmen immediately became quiet. Ian and her daughter showed uneasy expressions on their faces. Although the Holy Knight was always just, this person was obviously in the same group as Rogue, which was a worry.

Kate's low voice sounded: "Mr. Ian, you said you are innocent. But Mr. Roger claimed that you used improper means to accumulate wealth. And someone accused you of hiding the ice and snow silver fox mercenaries in the house. In order to prove your innocence, can I allow me to visit your mansion?" Ian stared at Roger fiercely and said: "I will search for it all my life, what's wrong! But if I can't find anything, I will never give up like this." After that, he turned around and walked towards his house.

Roger said leisurely behind him: "What a clean and honest person who has been with the Snow Fox for life, but who is it?" Ian shook all over, and he didn't hear it.

The crowds of people surrounded the small building of the mayor's house. Several townsmen were elected to search with Kate. Ian followed Kate with a pale face. After everyone walked to Ian's bedroom on the second floor, they ended their search for the entire building and found nothing. Ian sneered.

"Wait a minute!" Rance, who was possessed with thieves' skills, walked to a wall and groped up and down for a while. With a "click", a secret door was pushed open. Ian sneered: "It's my magic laboratory. What can you find? If you can't find any evidence, don't blame me for being polite!" After the words came, Ian suddenly realized that the silence in the room was terrible. He pushed away the two townsmen in front of him, and at first glance, he was stunned.

Where the secret door opened, piles of gold coins, brilliant gems, green jade, and magic armor shining with bright light were scattered throughout the room. The simple mountain people had never seen such a scene of wealth, and their eyes were straightened. In the poor mountain town, even if the whole town had not eaten or drunk for a hundred years, they could not accumulate so much wealth. Ian's money came from unknown ways. The mountain people thought of the tax on the five gold coins again, and realized it suddenly.

Ian's whole body suddenly became cold, and the staff in his hand fell to the ground. He knew that everything was over.

The mayor's daughter rushed out and hugged Ian and started crying: "Father, tell them that those are not yours! Tell them that someone is framed you!" The old mayor calmed down, stroked his daughter's hair lovingly, and said: "Feira, my child, whether these treasures are mine is mine. From now on, my father can no longer take care of you. Remember, children, don't avenge me, these people are not something you can deal with. Be an ordinary person and live your life happily." The girl cried even more. The old mayor saw these nobles one by one, and saw that everyone had no expression on their faces, and they were all righteous. He couldn't help but sigh, "Oh, I'm still old, it's really the next wave of the Yangtze River pushing the previous wave."

The old town sighed and walked out of the building with contemptuous eyes of the townspeople, and the nobles silently made a way out. The moment they walked out of the dark building, the dazzling sunlight made Ian dizzy. The biting cold wind made him feel thin for the first time. Le Mans Town came a little earlier this year.

The old mayor's figure seemed so old and lonely. The townsmen couldn't help feeling sad when they remembered their twenty years of getting along. Feila pounced on the ground, looked at the back of her father with tears in her eyes, sobbing silently, and her beautiful back was shaking. Her eyes turned to the nobles, but the originally lustful nobles and scum, but her eyes were clear, and she walked past her and ignored her.

Ian walked to an empty place, turned around, and asked calmly: "Who is willing to give the old man the glory to die in a decent duel? Or do you want the old man to commit suicide by himself." Several nobles looked at each other and remained silent. Although none of the aristocratic scum present at this moment reached level ten, no matter which one of them faced such an orthodox magician, they almost won steadily, of course their methods were not so brilliant. In the end, Rogti took a step forward and said, "It's just me to do it."

Ian squinted at Roger and laughed softly. "I really underestimated you at the beginning. Although this strategy is simple and crude, it is practical and vicious. You are so scheming and tricks are so scheming. You are so cunning and have unlimited futures. Today, the old man is in your hands and can be considered convinced. It's just that the law of heaven is circulating, and retribution is unhappy. No one can escape the constraints of the law of space. Things should not be done too well in the future."

"The Law of Space?" Roger whispered several times, as if he had touched something in his heart, but he could not grasp that feeling and was a little anxious.

Ian's staff was paused over there and began to chant a spell. In an instant, a yellow luster flashed on the surrounding ground, and a thin layer of grease covered the ground. Then, a shield against physical damage was formed again. Roger smiled and seemed to be another magician who treated himself as a warrior. No wonder, no magician could wear armor all over his body.

The fat man carefully observed Ian's third spell, but chose not to move.

Two dark black magic circles appeared on the ground, and two tall skeleton warriors in half-armor stepped out of the magic circle, and a huge two-handed sword plowed out two small ditches on the ground. The appearance of the skeleton warriors caused horror among the townsmen, and everyone was crowded and retreated. The noble scums on the field also frowned and clasped their weapons.

Roger compared a few simple gestures and chanted softly. A black mist floated by, and Feng Yue lifted the long-handled sickle to appear. In just a few days, the sickle became sharper and darker. The blade had a fold, like curved lightning, and a cold light flashed at the tip of the blade. Roger quickly stroked his hands, shouting loudly, and in a blink of an eye, an acceleration technique was applied to Feng Yue.

Ian was shocked. He never expected that Roger was a mage, and the casting of spells was so fast. Seeing that two skeleton warriors could temporarily entangle each other for a while, Ian hurriedly recited the next spell, and scratched magic symbols with both hands. The magic energy driven by his fingertips left shining trajectories in the air.

Feng Yue was known for his speed, and after being cast, he became even more powerful. He ran around the two skeleton warriors, from time to time, and swung with one sword. Whether it hit or not, he would leave with one blow. The long-handled sickle had turned into a black air, and it made a soul-stirring roar when it swung. Facing two skeleton warriors who were higher than him, Feng Yue was not at all inferior. Roger took advantage of this space to cast Magic A and Acceleration Techniques on himself.

At this time, Ian's spell had been completed, and a small yellow-green light ball was emitted from his hands and flew towards Roger. Franco's face changed drastically and he shouted: "Roger avoids it! It's a decomposition technique!" Roger was shocked, but he didn't expect that Ian was already a level ten mage. Before he could think about it, the fat man turned around and ran. The yellow-green light ball turned around in the air and followed him. Roger ran with all his strength, his figure almost like a ray of smoke, and rushed towards the townsmen.

Immediately, the ghosts cried and howled, and ran away in scattered. Roger rushed into the crowd, quickly grabbed a yellow dog, threw it at the ball of light with his backhand, and the yellow-green ball of light silently entered the yellow dog's body. In the blink of an eye, the yellow dog's body was dyed with yellow-green green. The yellow dog's barking stopped abruptly, and then fell heavily to the ground, bursting into a piece of yellow-green dust. The breeze blew, erasing all traces of the poor yellow dog's existence in this world.

Roger was sweating all over, as if he had just been fished out of the water. As soon as he was slower, he might have been dismantled, and he would not even be resurrected. The fat man escaped from death, but Feng Yue was incredibly glorious. The roar of the long-handled sickle became more and more sharp, and in the end it was like a ghost crying at midnight. The black air swirled around, and greeted the two tall skeleton warriors. In a moment, four calf bones had been cut off. The skeleton warriors fell to the ground with only a struggle.

Roger was just stunned and stared at Ian with hatred. At this time, Ian had already replaced the magic defense shield. Roger quickly chanted the spell, and the magic light bounced out, and three red light balls flew slowly towards Ian. The fat man's spell kept chanting, and three red missiles were fired, but this time it was a little faster than the previous one, and then there were three. Nine magic missiles flew towards Ian on different trajectories. Ian was stunned by the sight. He had never seen a mage casting spell like this. At this time, a flame arrow flew like lightning, and combined with the nine magic missiles, and hit Ian's shield heavily. Ian's entire shield fluctuated violently, and a flash of light flashed, and the shield had been broken.

Feng Yue appeared behind Ian like a ghost, turned her sickle and knocked Ian out loud. Then a burst of black mist went back to another world.

"Bah!" Roger, who was also exhausted, spat viciously, and the fat man who had just survived death didn't care about his image. "Even I can't beat Feng Yue, just because you want to fight with me to summon beasts? Damn! Fuck your grandma, the Yangtze River waves push the front waves, I'll let you die on the beach!"
Chapter completed!