Mystery: The Star Key

"Snapped-"

Ignatius stunned the third thug who attempted to attack Canterbury with a cane.

The Loen gentlemen and female half-giants who entered the tavern were naturally Igna and Canterbury.

The two entered the tavern one after another in order to set up a control group to examine how Knight Village responded to different people.

Because according to the information previously provided by Canterbury, the villages and towns outside Bayam have a certain worship and fear of the Loen people. But they have a relatively strong hostility to the "half giants" of Silver City.

In order to find out how this situation manifested, Ignatius and Canterbury chose the gathering place tavern with the largest number of samples when they entered the village, and split up to observe the performance of the villagers.

The operation was very successful, and the comparison of the control group was obvious, so it was time for the end.

"Dong, dong dong—" The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground one after another sounded.

This time, it finally caught the attention of other gangsters.

When they found that Gentleman Loen had also joined the battle, and seemed to be on the side of the half-giant, there was a trace of panic in the expressions of those who were eager to try.

Canterbury noticed Igna's actions, but she didn't relax.

Her whole body remained alert. She held the sword in both hands and swung it a few times in the air. Under the sword wind, no one dared to move.

The cold fear climbed up everyone's cheeks, spread to the limbs, and strangled people's throats.

At this moment, three guards patrolling nearby broke through the door!

When they entered, they were armed with batons. After seeing the bloodstains of the gangsters rolling and screaming on the ground, they quickly drew out their long swords.

"Drop your weapons!" one of the guards shouted to Canterbury, trembling. "Barbarians! You're under arrest!"

Canterbury lowered the sword. Igna also put down the cane, and at the same time took out the handkerchief and wiped the blood on the cane. The gangsters on the other side directly raised their hands.

The second guard also came in. After entering the door, he first kicked the table between him and the half-giant, pointed his sword at Canterbury, and approached her vigilantly.

"Barbarians, lay down your weapons!" he repeated, shouting to the back, "Ravid, call someone!"

"You don't need to call someone." Igna suddenly interrupted the guard's words, in Ruen language, "We'll go to the police station to make a record."

While speaking, he walked out from behind Canterbury.

The half-giant had blocked him sideways earlier, so Ignatius appeared in everyone's field of vision at this time.

"First, sir. Good afternoon!"

The guard standing outside saw Igna first. He stood at attention with a "snap", gave a military salute, and at the same time greeted Igna in a broken Ruen language.

The other two guards were also a little surprised when they saw Igna walking out from behind Canterbury.

Immediately, the long sword they had pointed at Canterbury lowered.

The first guard who rushed in immediately turned the tip of his sword and pointed at the two gangsters who were stalemate on the other side.

"Put down your weapons!" he yelled at the gangster.

There are only two camps in the tavern. Gentleman Loen and the half-giant are standing together, and the fool knows what happened.

"Put down your weapons... Be honest with me!" the second guard also roared.

Then, the guard turned around, as if changing in an instant, with a smile on his face, and bowed to Ignatius.

"Sir, are you all right? What just happened here?"

Looking at the guard whose face changed like turning a book, Igna was silent for a while.

What made these guards change their faces, and what made these people ignore the wounded who were rolling in pain on the ground, Igna knew the answer very well.

In fact, Igna did not have any good feelings for the privileged class divided by nationality and race. The painful history of semi-colonial and semi-feudal society in his memory reminded him all the time that in such colonial occupation, the privilege was based on the deep suffering of the aborigines. Anyone is already ashamed of it.

"I'm fine." Igna took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible. "There was a little argument just now. My friend and I were just defending ourselves. Just ask the tavern owner."

Gumen </span> "Is that so?" The guard who spoke Loen looked at the boss who stood up from the ground tremblingly, and asked in a frank language.

The boss murmured, but didn't say anything right away.

Igna saw it all.

"The questioning can come later." Igna said again, pointing to the gangsters who were lying on the ground, "Their injuries may need to be dealt with."

Several of the people whose arms were originally cut off by Canterbury appear to have fallen into a stupor. The blood was left on the ground, the defecation was out of control, and the room was full of shame.

"Okay, sir." The guard stood at attention immediately, turned his head and yelled at the trembling gangsters on the other side, "Don't hurry up and take them to the doctor!"

Those thugs jumped up immediately, and the guests who didn't have time to leave in the room also rushed to the door like flying.

There was a riot of troops.

After a while, there were only two guards left in the tavern, the tavern owner, Igna, Canterbury, and a few scattered guests.

Those guests seemed to be attached to the wine in the cup and did not leave.

"So what's going on?" the guard asked the tavern owner, speaking frankly.

"It was Wade who provoked first, and then... the half-giant fought back." The tavern owner said, "They... are indeed self-defense, sir."

Then, things were settled like this.

Those guards didn't take them to the police station, nor did they follow any rules and procedures. Ignatius and Canterbury were acquitted after only listening to the words of the tavern owner.

There was no accountability, no records, and the three guards politely sent them away from the tavern.

It's just that Igna and Canterbury spent some money to replenish the water and food they consumed before leaving.

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Next, the two stopped for a while in front of the notice board at the entrance of Knight Village.

There was a lot of parchment posted on it, and different commissions were written on it in Dutan.

"Posting commissions on the notice board has been a custom in the Rhodes Islands since long ago." Canterbury said, "In the past, it was more about buying things, or commissioning hunters to hunt animals."

"However, due to the fact that the climate and environment of the Rhosid Islands have undergone some sudden changes more than half a year ago."

"The number of monsters has increased. For the safety of the city, the mayor, the mayor, and the village chief began to openly post orders at the entrance of the village. They entrusted capable villagers to collect the monsters and pay a certain amount of remuneration." Canterbury said, "I generally Just learn about the situation in the village through the notice board. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

"Well..." Igna looked at the notice board and fell into deep thought.

Although I can't understand what is written on it, it really looks like a mission version.

Of course, Igna is well aware that this form of posting announcements to recruit warriors is not without trace in this world.

Just as bounty hunters go to specific taverns if they want to collect quests, this form of posting announcements at intersections is similar. It's just that the mission of hunting monsters is made public.

"Do you understand what's written on it?" Igna asked.

From the previous communication, Igna probably knew that Canterbury had some frank language and was able to carry out basic daily conversations.

But writing and dialogue are still two levels.

"Can understand individual words." Canterbury bent down and read it carefully on the parchment, and found an announcement.

She pointed to a few words and said, "Ghoul, Surr, mayor."

Then, she found another bulletin, clicked the words on it, and said, "Coyote, Soule, mayor."

"…"

"…"

Igna listened, and silently took out a palm-sized dictionary with anonymous characters from his traveler's ring.

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