Farmer Haru is right, the Red Eagle Army in Bashar City is indeed catching people.

After Roland entered the city, he had seen two arrests in less than half an hour. The first was stealing, which was a legitimate reason. The second was because of contradicting the sergeant, but Roland could see clearly that the soldier was provoking the first.

This is a bit of intentional frame-up.

There are quite a few pedestrians on the roads in the city, and everyone is silent and does not speak. They only use eye contact to each other. If they see soldiers, they will avoid them early.

Occasionally, someone comes into the store to buy things. After buying things, they will cover them tightly and run fast, as if they are afraid of being stolen.

The entire city is shrouded in a strong atmosphere of horror.

Roland was on the street for a while and felt as if he had been targeted by a Red Eagle soldier. He now knew almost nothing about the situation in the city and did not want to cause trouble, so he quickly turned into the alley, used an invisibility technique in the alley, and then left the alley with a swagger.

After walking for a while, he looked back and saw a Red Eagle soldier with a stubble face walking out of the alley with a confused look on his face.

Obviously, he just set his sights on Roland.

"For loners, this city seems quite dangerous. Fortunately, most of the shops on the roadside remain open, although they are all deserted."

The owl Ashe seemed to have not felt the depressing aura in the city at all. She squatted on Luo An's shoulder obediently, her little head turned around, her eyes full of curiosity.

Seeing her curious baby's appearance, Roland couldn't help but reach out and touch her feathers gently. Ashe immediately closed her eyes and started to scream, enjoying it.

"After all, it's a child, worry-free."

Roland walked around the street for a while, and because he was not familiar with the road, he almost lost his way.

"It's not a big deal to continue like this. You have to find a local person to ask about the situation."

He first walked into a remote alley, and then waited patiently for someone to come in. As long as someone came over, he would be able to fool the other party with a little spell, and then ask carefully.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, someone actually entered the alley, but the number of people exceeded Roland's expectations.

Not one person, but a group of people!

The head was a ragged boy, who looked like a thirteen or fourteen years old, looked as thin as a monkey, holding a large package in his hand and running fast. More than ten meters behind him, seven or eight men in black were followed.

The leader had another eye-catching scar on his face, crossing his nose from his left forehead to the corner of his right mouth, and he ran and shouted, "Thief~ Don't let me catch you if you have the ability~huh~huh~"

The group of men in black seemed to have poor physical strength. They were panting like cows, their feet were filled with lead, and they ran slower and slower, and they were about to be thrown away by the boy.

At this moment, another group of people rushed out of the other end of the alley and blocked the exit of the alley.

The scar man in the lead immediately slowed down, and while gasping, he smiled proudly: "Little thief, I see where you are running!"

The boy was not simple either. When he saw this situation, he put the package on his body and turned around to climb the wall.

There are two or three floors of wooden houses on both sides of the alley, and there are many places to work with on the wooden walls. The boy is very agile and climbs up to the floor in just a few seconds.

The middle-aged man suddenly became anxious and rushed over: "Quick! Hurry! Tear him off, don't let him run away!"

A tall man rushed over from the opposite side of the alley. After reaching the boy, he jumped up suddenly, grabbed the boy's ankle, pulled it down hard, and forced the boy down from the wall.

"Slam~Puu~"

The boy fell heavily to the ground, his left arm hit the ground first, and his body hit the ground hard. Seeing the movement, Roland felt pain for him.

But the boy seemed to be unaffected at all. He immediately got up from the ground and wanted to get out of the gaps in the crowd and escape.

"Just be honest with me!"

The tall man stretched out his hand again, grabbed his back collar, forced him back, and slapped him to the ground.

The delay all the others surrounded the boy.

The boy sat on the ground, holding the package tightly with his hands, looking at everyone with his eyes alertly, and his body kept moving backwards until he stopped.

The scar man walked forward, raised his foot and kicked the boy's body, and said viciously: "Gamble, I know what I know in black. Do you dare to steal things, don't you want to live anymore? Well?!"

The boy was kicked to the ground, but he didn't say a word, curled up and kept the wrap tightly in his arms.

The scar man sneered and gave a look at the men next to him. The men rushed up immediately to grab the package.

When a man reached out to him, the boy on the ground turned around and bit the man's wrist in one bite, and then bit hard without letting go.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~ Let go of me!"

The man suffered a pain and shouted angrily. At the same time, he kicked the boy's body with his feet, but the boy's face was full of harshness and he just didn't let go. Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, as if he was about to bite a piece of meat from the man's hand.

"Help you guys!"

The tall man walked up before, reached out and pinched the boy's throat. He tried a little harder, and the boy had to let go of his mouth, and even the package in his arms was stolen.

The scar man immediately said, "Check it out and see if the thing is there?"

A man untied the package and looked at it, turned around and said to the scar man, "Boss, everything is here."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Roland glanced at the contents inside the package.

After a glance, his pupils shrank slightly. He saw four or five glass bottles filled with sticky dark red liquid, which seemed to be blood.

"What is the situation with these people in the Black Clothing Association? They actually packed blood in glass bottles and valued it so much... Could it be a group of vampires, right?" Roland guessed randomly.

On the other side, after confirming that the scar man had not lost his thing, he turned around and looked at the boy, raised his hand and slapped him hard. Then, his eyes became very gloomy and he sneered.

"Brothers, according to the new decree issued by the general, how should the thieves be punished?"

A man in black immediately said: "The law stipulates that the thief, chop off his hands!"

"Tsk~ chop your hands~ OK, let's chop your hands today!"

The scar man pinched the boy's chin with his hands and said, "We black clothes are very reasonable. You have stole my things now. As a punishment, I will cut off one of your hands. Is it okay?"

The boy still didn't speak, but a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Witt, the old rules, come two people and straighten his hands!" The latter sentence was said to the tall man.

The tall man nodded, continued to cross the boy's neck with one hand, grabbed the boy's shoulder with the other hand, and another man in black came, grabbed the boy's palm, and stretched his arm as thin as a stinging rod.

The boy struggled like crazy.

"Catch him!"

Two more men walked forward and grabbed the boy's hands and feet firmly.

The boy couldn't move anymore, his eyes looked frightened, but because his throat was pinched, he could only make a muffled roar.

"Clang~"

The scar man pulled out his waist knife, pointed at the boy's arm, inhale hard, and planned to cut it down.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came from not far behind him: "Hey~ man, there is no need to do it so amazing, right?"

The scar man was stunned. When he turned around, he saw a young man standing seven or eight meters behind him.

This man looked about in his early 20s, tall and strong, dark-faced, wearing ordinary leather armor, and looked a bit like a mercenary, but his expression was different from the ruthlessness and cunning of a mercenary. He had never seen it before.

He turned around and asked the tall man: "Witt, when did this guy come?"

In his sense that this person seemed to appear out of thin air.

The tall man Witt also shook his head, and he didn't see clearly how this guy came about.

This person is naturally Roland. He smiled faintly and said, "My man, since you have already taken back your things, you will not suffer any major losses. Why not be a good person and let this young man go?"

"Be a good person?" The scar man's eyes bulged: "Which eyes do you think I'm not a good person? I'm chopping his hand and doing things according to the law!"

Roland curled his lips: "Since that's the case, I'll settle the score with you."

"Oh, settle the accounts? You actually have to settle the accounts with my scar? Ha~~~~ You say it!"

Scar looked incredible, and looking at Roland was like looking at a fool.

Roland ignored the disdain of this man and smiled faintly: "I like quietness and just resting here. You people are noisy as soon as they come in, which greatly disturbs my rest. I am very unhappy now, and when I am unhappy, I like to light candles. Now, if I don't light your candles, don't cut his hands, okay?"

The scar man didn't understand: "Light a candle? What does it mean?"

The rune light and shadow on Roland's hand flashed, and he used the continuous bead fireball technique. A fireball flew over less than a foot above a man in black: "Just treat people as candles."

As soon as he saw the fireball, a man in black immediately rushed to Scarface and shouted: "Boss, be careful, this guy is a mage!"

Scar's face suddenly showed a hint of fear.

"Don't be afraid! Judging from his age and dress, he is nothing more than a wild mage who has learned some superficial magic. There is nothing to worry about!" The tall man Vette said, staring at Roland, with no fear on his face.

As soon as he said this, the scar man calmed down and he smiled: "I said you are so young, why are you so old? You can do magic."

Roland frowned: "Aren't you going to let someone go?"

"Let me go? Let me go! Witt, I'll leave it to you!"

The scar man waved his hand to the tall man, then took a few steps back and hid in the crowd.

The tall man strode towards Roland, and while walking, he pinched his fingers, and his knuckles made a "crackling" sound, which was really scary.
Chapter completed!