"Master Simon, who is this?" Miller, who was drinking beer comfortably at the open-air table in the tavern yard, saw Simon and a strange young man walking in from the entrance of the yard, immediately greeted him.

"This is the stonemason I invited, Ryan. I will follow us back to the village of Folder to build a wooden fort." Simon introduced to Miller.

"Hello, dear Mr. Ryan, please ask you for our wooden fort!" Although Miller was just an illiterate farmer, he still respected this kind of cultured and skilled craftsman very much.

"By the way, has Little Klein not come back?" Simon looked at the stables in the yard and did not find the pack horse holding a carriage.

"Oh? Master, isn't he with you?" Miller scratched his head in confusion, but immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Miller, except for two people guarding the spoils and goods that were to be sold in the room tomorrow, the rest of the people took action and looked for Little Klein in the city." Simon's brows were almost twisted.

It was also my negligence that I had let a child leading a horse return to the hotel alone in a strange town.

"I hope nothing happens." Simon prayed secretly.

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"Boy, you are the horse thief! This horse is the one I lost a few days ago!" In a remote street, several strange men with fierce faces and green light in their eyes surrounded Little Klein and the carriage.

"You're talking nonsense. This is the horse of Lord Simon of the Dorsten family, and we only came to Port Aberdoron yesterday!" Little Klein blushed and pointed at the tall and strong man in leather armor in the lead with a trembling mouth.

"Dolsten family?" The tall and crooked man with a crooked mouth frowned, "It seems that he has heard it somewhere. But I swear that it is definitely not a family in this principality."

"Boss, it's in the south..." A small minion with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek who seemed to be proficient in a little information walked to the tall and strong man with a crooked mouth and whispered in his ear.

"Ha, I'll just say it," the tall and sneered man grinned. "Since this family is so far away from here, even if he snatched this jazz carriage, how could he know that we did it?"

"That's right, boss, we just need to take this kid to a remote place to make it, sell the horse, fly away, no one can do anything to us." The minion beside him licked his lips and touched the dagger around his waist.

"Not here, this kind of thing cannot be witnessed!" The tall and strong man with a crooked mouth held the minion's hand.

Although it is located in remote streets and alleys in the city, there are still three or two pedestrians walking by here.

"Sir, please help me, they want to steal my horse!" Little Klein saw a bare-armed man carrying a bundle of firewood and holding a firewood chopping axe passing by, and immediately shouted for help.

"This kid is a damn horse thief. He stole my horse two days ago, and now I'm caught by me," said the tall and snub-mouthed man who looked at him with a vigilant look. "You think, how could a child of such a young man have his own horse?"

"It makes sense," the bare-spoken man seemed to have not thought much, but nodded, "I don't want to meddle in other people's business, since it's your horse, of course you have the right to take it back from this evil horse thief."

"Sir, please don't believe him!" Little Klein seemed to see the last straw that would no longer exist. "If you can go to the Olive Branch Tavern in the east of the town to find a man named Miller, or find the sheriff in the town to rescue him, Sir Simon will definitely reward you again afterwards!"

"What a lie, a thief with a slick mouth!" The tall and strong man with a crooked mouth spread his hands at the bare-handed man. The bare-handed man just glanced at Little Klein with contempt, spat a mouthful, and continued to walk his own way.

"Boss, we have to deal with it as soon as possible. It seems that he has accomplices in the town." After the bare-spoken man walked past, a small gray-clothed minion made a gesture to the tall and strong man with a crooked mouth and cast a questioning look.

"Then hurry up." The crooked man nodded. After getting the boss's approval, several minions smiled and were ready to approach Little Klein.

"Don't come here!" Little Klein pulled out the sharp dagger from his waist.

"Come on, boy, uncle will take you to a fun place...ahhhhhhh!" The young gray-clothed minion who was about to grab the little Klein's arm suddenly screamed and covered his lower body and knelt on the ground.

"You, you little bitch, I'm going to twist your head off!" The gray-clothed minion looked at his lower body, which was constantly gushing out of his fingers in pain. He knew that his young self was a dead son.

"Worry, Leo, left-handed, do you want to call the bailiff and the sheriff?" A minion wearing a black turban beside him knew that his companion was enduring great pain, but he still covered his sharp screaming mouth.

"What a group of stupid pigs, isn't that done!" When the black turban minion turned his head, the tall and crooked man had already controlled little Klein tightly, "Without the moment there is no one, hurry up and finish this little troublemaker."

"Um, um..." Little Klein, who was covered with dirty and smelly big hands, wanted to shout loudly and break free from the tall and strong man's imprisonment like a rock. But he soon found that all this was futile.

"Sorry, lord, I'm going to heaven to get together with my parents." Little Klein closed his eyes in despair as he looked at the dagger in the hand of the black-packed turban minion, which was getting closer and closer to his throat.

However, the expected pain did not come, and was replaced by the sound of sharp objects entering the flesh, accompanied by the painful hum of the black turban minion.

When Klein opened his eyes again, he saw a bow and arrow piercing through the arm of the black turban minion in front of him.

"Old, boss, the guard is here!" The black turban minion couldn't hold the dagger in his hand, and a crisp "clang" sound fell to the ground.

"Go away, I'll be arrested but I'll be sentenced to hang!" The tall and crooked man felt that the little Klein in his hand was a burden, but he had to use him as his flesh shield and quickly retreated to the crowded street at the back alley.

"That damn bad guy, my shirtless man, pretended to be really like me just now. When I avoid the limelight, I will definitely take his life when I come back!" The tall and strong man with a crooked mouth saw the familiar shirtless figure behind the bailiff in the distance and said hatefully.

"Ah!" Little Klein felt that his bones were almost disintegrating. When he came to his senses, he got up from the disgusting feces and muddy road, the man with a crooked mouth had merged into the dense crowd and no longer had any figure.

"Is it okay?" Little Klein saw Simon, Miller and several bailiffs holding bows and arrows running from the alley.

"No, it's okay, I'm just a little dizzy." Little Klein shook his head and patted the dirt on his body.

"It's fine!" Simon finally breathed a sigh of relief and threw a Transnier coin with excellent texture to the bare-handed man who walked up behind him. "Thank you very much for your help, sir!"

"Thank you, Lord. I saw this guy wandering around sneakily in the town a few days ago. Look at the bird, you are not a good person." The shirtless man smiled and took the silver coin.

"This respected lord, how about we lock these two unlucky guys in the dungeon now?" Three guards wearing thin-eaves helmets tied up the black turban minion with an arrow in their hands and the gray-clothed minion whose lower body was still bleeding, shouting and begging for mercy regardless of their pain.
Chapter completed!