The Third Volume Northern Country Wind Snow 017. The Northern Legion

  The Templar knight from before, upon hearing Alfred's command, straightened his face, lightly pulled aside his cloak, revealing the silver armor underneath. The longsword at his waist was also drawn out by him in one smooth motion.

  The drunkard who was still watching from the sidelines saw the knight's appearance and suddenly realized that this group of guests were not easy to mess with, so they immediately scattered in all directions, hiding in the corners of the tavern, afraid of being caught off guard.

  But the man who was just arrogant, now also had a few points of fear, however he is a typical person who would rather die than lose face, although his face was covered with dust and dirt, but he coldly snorted and said: "You dare to carry weapons on our northern land... you are really looking for death... or else quickly throw away your weapons, surrender and plead guilty, otherwise when my brother comes, all of you will be finished."

  The Templar knight frowned, his long sword quivering in his hand, and without saying a word, stabbed at the man's throat.

  That drunkard seemed to think that the knight opposite him wouldn't dare take action, so he shouted and ran away without saying another word. However, since he was drunk, his head was heavy and his feet were light, and from the table to the door of the bar, he fell several times before stumbling out.

  The Knights Templar frowned and wanted to chase after him.

  Suddenly, only Du Fan laughed and said: "Feilei, never mind, just let him go. This kind of person will be fine after being taught a lesson, do you really have to kill him?"

  The figure of the Templar knight known as Ferré stiffened and turned back to look at Alfred.

  Alfred grunted, gesturing for Ferry to retreat before saying: "Dufan, your womanly compassion is really getting out of hand. That guy earlier didn't look like a good person no matter how you looked at him. Killing him would have at least eliminated one evil for this wooden town."

  Du Fan shook his head and said, "Under the glory of the God of Light, everyone is equal. Although this person is inevitably a bit arrogant and vicious, it's not up to us to punish him no matter what. After all, this empire still has laws and officials. If they don't care, why should we bother? Moreover, if we really kill this person, we won't necessarily be at peace afterwards."

  "What does it mean?" said Alfred.

  "Alfred-sama, don't forget our purpose. We came to this wooden town to search for some clues about the divine palace, but if we kill people now, do you think we can still ask them anything?"

  Alfred furrowed his brow, which was tantamount to acquiescence.

  Du Fan saw Alfred's expression and knew he was unhappy in his heart. He smiled faintly and didn't say anything more.

  Nicholas felt a bit awkward at the scene, and couldn't help but cough lightly, saying: "What's the point of killing or not killing in this small town? It's better for us to hurry up and gather information that's more practical."

  Du Fan nodded and didn't look at Alfred's slightly dark face, beckoning to the boss who was shrinking in the corner of the bar.

  The boss ran over in a hurry, his face full of anxiety: "You guests, you'd better leave quickly. The person just now, called Tommy, can be considered the local tyrant, his elder brother is the captain of the Northern Legion's squad, usually arrogant in town, if you offend him, I'm afraid there will be no good result, it's best to take advantage of the fact that the Northern Legion hasn't arrived yet and leave quickly. Otherwise, it will be too late. Last time, some adventurers thought they were powerful, didn't get along with him, and in the end, weren't they all eliminated by the Northern Legion? I think you are not simple people, why bother to get into trouble in this small place?"

  "Northern Legion?" Du Fan's facial muscles twitched as he couldn't help but glance at the others.

  The rest of them naturally knew that the Northern Legion was led by Old Duke Green, and in the empire, it had always been famous for its strict military orders and high fighting strength. However, now someone described the Northern Legion as "terrifying" in front of Dufan, which was no different from slapping Dufan a few times in the face.

  Du Fan also felt a bit awkward in his heart, but he didn't care about family matters before, and now he wasn't clear what the Northern Army was like. Everything he knew about the Northern Army was just rumors from the Imperial City. Now that he heard the tavern owner's words, he didn't know whether to believe them or not. He could only smile and say: "You don't have to worry about us, but as far as I know, the Northern Army has always been known for its strict military discipline, so why is their reputation so bad here?"

  The boss, seeing Du Fan and his group with a calm expression, knew that this time Tommy had kicked an iron plate. This boss was also a worldly person, so he seized the opportunity to pour out his grievances: "You gentlemen don't know, it's true that the Northern Legion has strict military discipline, but what kind of place is this? We're approaching the ice plain near the Ice Seal Forest, and in a place like this, it's never been a concern for those big shots in the legion. There are only a few small towns nearby, with just one battalion stationed here. Our town's taxes also have to be submitted to the legion... Those guys come to our town a few times a month, collect money and leave, as for other things, they don't care. At the same time, those people who have some connection with the Northern Legion are all bullying us in town, we dare not speak out."

  Du Fan let out a bitter laugh and said, "Is this what they mean by being arrogant and domineering?"

  As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the others again, only to see that they all had extremely strange expressions on their faces. Du Fan's face was even more unbearable, and in his heart, he had already scolded the unknown commander of the first camp countless times. If he had the time, Du Fan really wanted to go and get a good look at that guy - what kind of person was he, anyway? He could actually bring the mighty Northern Army to such a state.

  The boss seemed to want to say something else, but just then, a horseshoe sound came from afar, and the silence around was broken by this sound. Those hiding in the corner of the wine shop all showed a terrified expression, and the boss of the wine shop couldn't bear it, he crawled to the wall corner, as if he would be dragged into trouble if he walked half a second slower.

  "Hmm——"

  There was just a loud crash, and the door of the tavern was kicked open by someone with one foot.

  A tall and robust cavalryman walked in first, followed by a dozen or so soldiers wearing armor, all of whom were grumbling.

  The Tommy who had just run out was standing on one side of the leading cavalry, pointing in Du Fan's direction and saying: "Brother, look, it's them!"

  The cavalryman at the front took a glance and saw Tasia, his eyes lit up involuntarily. This little girl from the north, her face was blown by the northern wind, even if she was beautiful, it was limited. Where had this cavalryman ever seen such a beauty?

  He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and his mind had already made up its mind that no matter what, he must get this woman.

  But he still had some brains and knew how to make excuses.

  His eyes scanned Du Fan's group for a moment, finally falling on the knight sword at Ferre's waist. His face changed, and he shouted angrily: "How dare you! Don't you know that the north has been under martial law for half a year? Anyone who carries a blade in the territory of the Northern Army will be treated as a rebel. Are you going to surrender or do we need to take action?"

  As he spoke, he made a gesture and the soldiers behind him, although still grumbling, quickly took up positions guarding the doors and windows of the tavern. In an instant, they seemed quite well-trained.

  However, the more they were trained, the more Du Fan felt ashamed. If it was just a few soldiers causing trouble, Du Fan could still handle it. Now looking at these soldiers, each and every one of them was so formal that it couldn't be any more formal. Didn't this prove that the military bearing of the Northern Legion was actually nothing to brag about?

  Nicholas let out a sigh, lowered his head, Alfred chuckled and turned his gaze to the side, even Tasia covered her mouth, as for whether she was laughing secretly, no one knew.

  Dufan felt a sense of sorrow and resentment in his heart, knowing that these guys would not help him. However, thinking back, they were all people from the Sacred Church, and if they took action to teach the Northern Army a lesson in front of Dufan, the third young master of the Green family, it would be inevitable that there would be some overstepping of authority.

  The leading cavalryman saw that after he finished speaking, those people not only didn't respond but also had expressions of being uninterested in the matter. He couldn't help feeling a wave of irritation in his heart and casually pulled out the machete hanging by his side, then walked over this way.

  Ferré and another Templar showed great respect for Dufan, and when they saw someone approaching, they immediately thought of standing up.

  Unexpectedly, Du Fan stretched out his hand to block the way, and instead turned around to face the cavalryman, smiling and saying: "You're Tommy's cousin? The captain of the Northern Legion?"

  That cavalryman seemed to think that Du Fan could not be calm to this extent, he subconsciously felt a bit off, and paused for a moment before saying "You know I'm from the Northern Military Region, it's good. At this time, don't wait for what time to bind your hands?"

  Du Fan sighed and muttered to himself: "The people of the Northern Legion, have actually fallen so far. If Father knew, I don't know what he would feel like. Forget it, this time, I'll take action and help him discipline these disobedient guys."

  As he spoke, Du Fan slowly stood up, and with a wave of his hand, the remaining cotton clothes were torn off, revealing a fierce flame burning on his body.