Chapter Sixteen Give You What You Want To See

  The other party's grasp was just like the scene in Dean's memory.

  At that time, Duan was lying weakly in the snow, while his opponent was arrogant and invincible.

  And now?

  The other party's arrogance remained unchanged, but Dean was different now——

  Bang!

  When the opponent's palm was still a distance from his waist-long sword, Dean directly slapped the opponent's palm open. And in the next moment, a powerful straight kick landed on the opponent's abdomen.

  Bang!

  Even with the obstruction of cotton armor and leather armor, this kick still brought up a dull sound, while the opponent retreated again and again, and finally sat on the ground with a thud, which proved the power contained in the dull sound.

  But it didn't end there.

  Dein's shadowy figure followed closely behind the fallen opponent, his palm flashed, and the short sword in the opponent's hand fell into Dein's hand; then, with a swift motion, he drew the scabbard towards the opponent's cheek.

  Bang, bang, bang......

  A loud slapping sound was heard, and the opponent's mouth corner immediately swelled up, while several teeth mixed with blood fell out.

  "You're just a soldier and you dare to attack an apprentice knight? Do you want to be hanged?"

  Dean let out such a shout, his hand slapping harder and harder, while the other's slightly dazed expression was clearly falling into a stupor, about to faint - undoubtedly, Dean's words were not directed at the person in front of him being slapped.

  As for who said it?

  It goes without saying - the soldiers who rushed out of the barracks, hearing Dean's shout, immediately stopped their footsteps, looked at each other in dismay, and then unconsciously turned their eyes to the person behind them: their captain, Potts.

  "Stop!"

  In the gaze of those present, the commander of the Fechalun Knights shouted and strode towards Dean with large steps.

  "This is the first time and also the last time, if you do it again, I will hang you to death!"

  At the sound of that loud shout, Dean straightened up and looked at the opponent whose face was completely swollen, saying in a severe tone; while everyone thought this was the end, Dean lifted his leg again, and his boot sole made intimate contact with the opponent's face once more; and this time, it also caused the guard to completely pass out.

  Most members of the Fecharl Knights who witnessed this scene subconsciously shrunk their necks, making a decision in their hearts that they would never dare to provoke Dine easily again.

  After all, who would want to suffer physical pain for no reason? Just look at that poor Riedel, the injuries on his face are enough to keep him from going out for two weeks. Even if he recovers, he probably won't be able to eat meat and will only be able to drink porridge and soup. The dozen or so teeth that flew out, stained with blood, were particularly conspicuous in the snowy ground.

  But it's really comfortable!

  This despicable guy will also suffer such punishment, it's really great!

  Most of the members of the Fecharl Knights who had such thoughts in their hearts looked at Dean with a different expression in their eyes - and even that hint of fear gradually transformed.

  The remaining members of the Ficharen Knights, however, did not look at Dean with such courtesy. The eyes that seemed to want to devour him were enough to illustrate their anger; after all, as formal members of the Ficharen Knights, they had a very good relationship with Ridel.

  If it weren't for the other party's identity and seeing the captain personally step out to stop them, they would have rushed over in an instant.

  "Hum, you ignorant little brat, you'll definitely be unlucky!"

  The formal members of the Feichuan Knights looked at Dean, silently cursing him in their hearts, and also anticipated - they all wanted to see how their captain would teach him a lesson.

  "Excuse me, is this Commander Potts of the Fochal Knights?"

  Dean walked towards the approaching commander of the Ficharen Knights, stepped forward quickly, made a knight's salute and asked politely - if it weren't for the blood-stained scabbard short sword in his hand, no one would be able to connect the slightly brutal man from before with the person in front of him.

  If the former is a butcher, then the latter is an elegant scholar, poet, and even... aristocrat.

  Earlier, when Dean knocked Ryder out without hesitation, a wave of anger had already risen in Potts' heart. To think that was his nephew! So he was ready to use the same method to deal with him - Dean actually dared to punish his nephew with charges of 'disrespect' and 'offense'.

  He dared to punish the other party with the same crime - the arrogance shown by the other party made Pots confident in this punishment.

  But at this moment, looking at Dean who was politely greeting himself, Potts' original plan obviously fell through.

  "Hmm, who are you?"

  Potts, whose plans had fallen through, did not seem disappointed, but rather asked with a serious face - Potts, who was tall and big in stature, had a naturally serious face, and it was this seriousness that made him pretend to be a just and unyielding person; for example, Baron Thiel and Dean of the previous generation.

  In the previous life, if the other party hadn't actively exposed his true face, Dean would have never thought that Pots, who was 'just' and 'strict' in his eyes, would be a thorough hypocrite and scoundrel; however, those were things of the past, what about the current Dean?

  Cunning is the best evaluation.

  Of course, no one would mind adding another: ruthless and merciless.

  Dein stood up straight, mentally reviewing the plan to kill the person in front of him for any flaws, and pulled out the letter of appointment, loudly saying: "Central Knights' Regiment, Probationary Knight Dein Ken, reporting for duty!"

  After his words fell, Dean made another knight's courtesy.

  With utmost respect and proper language, Boats couldn't find any excuse for 'punishment'.

  However, when he heard Dean's name, the commander of the Knights of Fechalren's heart moved - he thought of the letter that appeared in front of him fifteen days ago, the letter from a big man in the Emerald City.

  Is this the little guy?

  Bo made a detailed assessment of Dean - his clothes were clean and tidy, without any signs of fatigue or dishevelment from the long journey; the leather coat over his military uniform was obviously providing exceptional warmth. Especially the way he stood upright in front of him, as if to prove something, ordinary farmers and merchants would not dare to do so.

  He is from a minor aristocratic family!

  Boats was guessing very positively ——

  To know that from the Emerald City to reach the land of Tir, if on foot, even without sleep or rest, it would take two months, and this is only possible for a young and robust person, if older, they will surely fall ill on the way due to the fatigue of the journey and the difference in climate.

  But to be able to arrive ahead of time, it must have been with the help of horses. Ordinary families wouldn't possibly have horses, of course, only some wealthy families could afford them. And among these wealthy families, merchants would absolutely not dare to be so presumptuous in front of the highest official of the Knights Templar.

  The merchant's humble and servile feeling, even if it was hidden, Potts also had the confidence to escape his own eyes.

  So, the other party is a petty noble!

  As for why it's petty bourgeoisie?

  The letter from the big shot of the Jade Capital did not deliberately mention the other party's identity, apparently it was not worth mentioning; let alone that the other party appeared here with "no resistance", which already explained enough problems - a noble birth, but not prominent, a rich family background, and still able to maintain the dignity of the nobility, but in the face of the crushing of a real big shot, it is clear that there is no power to fight back.

  Obviously this is very good news for Poczta.

  Not only can he climb up the high branch of that big shot through his opponent, but also make a fortune - no mistake, this Captain Potts has already determined Dean's identity as a small nobleman and is ready to squeeze some oil out of him; after all, nobles usually have one or two family heirlooms.

  Recently, 'Wild Fox' Mitter inside Janelle's territory has been buying these things.

  It seems... it can be sold for a high price!

  As for the so-called crime of plotting against the nobility?

  It wasn't him who did it, but those despicable barbarian bandits. This knightly order is deeply grieved by the loss of an excellent young man and vows to find those barbarian bandits, isn't that so?

  As he thought of this, the commander of the Bozes, like a true knight commander, showed his broad and unyielding smile. He took over the appointment letter from Dean's hand, checked it carefully, confirmed that there was no mistake, and then said loudly: "Knight Dean, I, as the commander of the Fitcher Knights, accept your report - From now on you are a member of the Fitcher Knights!"

  "It's my honor, Commander!"

  Dean smiled and nodded in the same way, that smile, just like the role he was playing at this moment, had a kind of reserve, but actually looked down on others - a completely noble smile.

  Of course, such a smile also has a hint of joy in it. After all, Pots just like he thought, saw everything he wanted to show the other party.

  At this moment, both of them were laughing.

  But in the end, who can laugh last seems to be the most important thing.

  PS: The second update is a bit later, and there's still one more update left, so I'll post three updates today, please recommend and collect them!!