The abrupt cry from the crowd shattered the silence, the voice was tender and filled with tension.
The woman hurriedly covered the mouth of the little boy, lifting her head to look at the approaching noble cavalry with eyes full of pleading. The man on the horse had a face written with a mix of deliberate surprise and unexpectedness, but the disdain in his shadowy eyes couldn’t be hidden.
"Do you know this person?"
The man licked his lips, pointing at the blood-stained corpse on the ground with his long spear. The noble cavalrymen gathered around, resembling a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood.
The woman held her child, shaking her head helplessly as tears streamed down her face.
"Let go of that little thing, let him speak." The man said, poking the woman’s hair with the tip of his spear.
The woman held tighter instead, as if cradling her most precious treasure, fearing to lose it; the onlookers’ eyes showed reluctance, but they still moved back a bit.
"Didn’t you hear what I said?"
"Please, my Lord, please spare him, he’s still a child." The woman sobbed, pleading.
The noble cavalryman sneered disdainfully: "Bitch." He lifted his long spear but then noticed a woman with a longbow standing before him with outstretched arms.
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Brand also quietly let go of the hilt of his sword, recognizing the person standing up was one of the young people who had distributed food earlier.
"Enough, bullying women, what is that!" The female archer blocking the noble cavalryman shouted angrily: "I am the daughter of a Lord, I order you to stop immediately!"
"Oh?" The noble cavalryman was slightly stunned before turning back to his companions, saying: "Hey, this chick is of noble blood! What do you say we do?"
The cavalrymen chuckled deeply.
"What kind of noble is your father?" The man raised his chin, asking with contempt.
As he asked, the female archer’s companion realized the danger, "Faya, be careful——!" A swordsman bearing a large sword and wearing heavy armor leapt out from the crowd, but it was a tad too late. The leading noble cavalryman had already thrust a long spear into the woman’s abdomen.
The sudden change caught the female archer off guard, she never expected the man to actually strike; with a groan of disbelief, she watched as blood gushed from her stomach wound—the ensuing pain drowned her immediately. The woman wobbled, losing her strength, and fell into a pool of blood, clearly not going to survive.
The man, however, retracted his spear indifferently, as if he had done nothing significant; meanwhile, his fellow noble cavalrymen started shooting at the adventurers in the crowd with longbows taken from their mounts. In an instant, a rain of arrows fell, downing over a dozen adventurers and civilians alike.
The noble cavalrymen did not care whether they hit innocents or not, driving the crowd away from themselves at the highest efficiency to avoid sudden attacks.
"Faya!" The swordsman bearing a large sword roared with reddened eyes, slashing down the arrows flying toward him, but before he could finish shouting, another of his companions was hit, collapsing behind him.
The swordsman roared, cutting through the crowd, and slashed at the lead man with his sword. The rider raised his long spear to block the big sword with a ’clank,’ coldly shouting during the clash: "Whoever dares to strike is an enemy of the Lord!"
The agitated crowd fell silent instantly.
However, the swordsman said nothing, sweeping his sword at the opponent’s horse legs again. But the rider simply stabbed downward with his long spear, then swept sideways to knock the big sword from the swordsman’s hand, then he hit the man, flipping him on his back, and thrust the spear toward his neck——
The strength discrepancy between the Upper Black Iron and the lower was almost an overwhelming suppression.
However, the noble cavalryman with the full face of flesh suddenly felt a tingling in his hand, almost losing grip as a massive force came from the long spear; with a metallic clang, the spear aimed at the swordsman’s neck was deflected to the side, brushing past.
"Who——!" The man raged, turning around only to see not far away a young man dressed in a jet-black cloak, with a tie, a white shirt underneath, and wearing a pair of white gloves, retracting a longbow.
The man then raised his head, coldly staring at him from horseback.
The scene fell silent once more.
Antitina, Sanfde, Hu Que, and Qian all turned their heads, shocked, to look at their Lord. In their hearts, Brand was not one to invite trouble. But Brand knew well he didn’t overlook everything, it just hadn’t crossed his bottom line.