Chapter 19

Roger, who had bombarded Xiang Linmo with a series of questions, had no idea that the two girls beside him were actually more troublesome characters, especially since his attention was not on them at all.

Upon hearing Li Mubing's barely audible reminder, Linmo silently and inconspicuously made a "received" tactical gesture.

"The truth is as I said, believe it or not! However, I don't want to hear such remarks again. You are trying to provoke the dignity of the Royal Dragon Riders and the secrets of the Empire."

Linmo deliberately put on a cold face, making a perfectly threatening gesture as if he was ready to kill the other person at any moment.

Does an Imperial Dragon Knight need a reason to kill a civilian?

Do they? No, they don't!

Especially for civilians like merchants, which side the Imperial Law would stand on was already reflected in the other party's pale face and trembling body.

"Please forgive my ignorance and arrogance, Lord Molin! I did not mean to."

Realizing he had already touched the other party's bottom line, Roger swallowed hard, his Adam's apple moving sharply, and decisively made a choice, bowing in a sincere apology.

When he said this, he and the others in the restaurant were sweating with tension.

In the eyes of his uncle, Lord Chris Bart, it was fortunate that this bold nephew finally realized that if the other party was telling the truth, an ordinary merchant family would have no chance of withstanding the wrath of a Dragon Knight, and even the Bart family might not be able to protect him.

Linmo sized up Roger from head to toe, his gaze becoming increasingly sharp, as if trying to pierce through him.

The atmosphere in the restaurant did not ease but became even more tense, as if this Dragon Knight could summon a dragon at any moment and slaughter everyone in the room, even the entire town.

Only when sweat began to bead on Roger's forehead did Linmo suddenly smile and say, "Alright! I forgive you!"

The restaurant immediately echoed with a collective sigh of relief, and many people's backs were drenched in sweat.

The Dragon Knight still harbored unknown thoughts in his heart. After being missing for three years, it seemed that many people had begun to look down on him.

It seemed he needed to get to the capital as soon as possible to re-establish his identity, otherwise, these opportunistic people would certainly try to take everything from him.

As for what was wrong with this young man named Roger, he would temporarily set it aside and investigate the man's background in secret after the banquet, being extra cautious.

"Alright, Roger, never say such nonsense again."

Clas breathed a long sigh of relief, inwardly cursing himself for his wavering stance, which almost brought disaster to his family.

He quickly rallied, diverting everyone's attention to the central table in the restaurant, trying to dispel the earlier unease and tension.

"Come, come, everyone, take your seats. Lord Molin, please try the specialties of the Bart family. I believe you will be satisfied. Semir, come to Lord Molin's side and serve him. Musicians, what are you waiting for?"

The daughter of the Bart family was naturally happy to serve the young Dragon Knight, and the two musicians began to play lively music to liven up the atmosphere.

As for Li Muxin and Li Mubing, they were naturally pushed to the side.

Bang! The restaurant door was suddenly burst open by a disheveled figure. "No, no good, Lord Clas!"

"Damn it! Who is it?"

The sudden interruption of the impending banquet by an uninvited guest made the Lord furious, and he even had the urge to kill the person who had ruined the atmosphere.

"An army has been spotted outside the town, coming from the east. It's not an Imperial army. They are only a day's journey away, and there are more behind them."

The person who burst in fell to the ground, unable to get up, and could only gasp out the news in a hoarse voice.

"What?"

Lord Clas Bart's hand trembled, the cutlery in front of him clattering, but he stood up without noticing, grabbing the person and demanding, "Who discovered this? Did they make a mistake?"

"It's a message brought back by the hunter Shihu's hawk, interpreted by his second son. The symbols on it can only be understood by the three of them. It, it should be true."

The man shakily pulled out a piece of light yellow linen, covered with alarming dark red symbols.

Commoners, though lacking in formal education, had their own wisdom. The crude pictographic symbols, though crude, could still be used to verify parts of the shocking news.

Shihu's family lived by hunting in the Green Mist Forest, raising a hawk and several hunting dogs. He had created hundreds of primitive pictographic symbols, which were not even considered writing, but this was not a secret in the town of Snow Pine and did not need verification.

Moreover, a large area of the linen was stained with dark red, still wet, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

This meant that the message was written in blood under very urgent and dangerous conditions, and the hunter might have come into contact with the army and been injured, his fate now unknown.

Where there's smoke, there's fire. The possibility of a simple hunter joking with the lord was extremely low.

The smiles on the faces of the Bart family members gradually faded.

An army from the east? And not from the Sylan Empire?

As the lord of a border town in the eastern part of the Sylan Empire, he was well aware of the implications.

Many people in the restaurant turned green, looking at each other in alarm.

This terrible news meant that Snow Pine Town and the Bart family would be unable to avoid the sudden military disaster.

"Great, finally here!"

The hint of surprise in Roger's eyes quickly disappeared, well concealed.

Except for the twin sisters, no one noticed the change in Lord Clas Bart's nephew's eyes and the sudden clenching and relaxing of his fists.

Li Muxin and Li Mubing exchanged a glance and nodded subtly.

Although Linmo had not yet translated the intruder's words, they had already confirmed that Roger's instant abnormal reaction was definitely related to the intruder's message.

"An unknown army has appeared outside Snow Pine Town, only a day's journey away. It's likely the Portlan army!"

Linmo succinctly relayed this important information to the twin sisters.

The work of intelligence officers often overlaps with that of advisors.

By saying this, he naturally wanted the experienced twin sisters, especially the clever Li Muxin, to help him make decisions, so that the Dragon Knight could focus on his primary duty.

Without these sisters by his side, Linmo would likely still be in the dark.

"This Roger must have some connection with the Portlan people, possibly a spy, no, a traitor!"

Using professional intelligence terms to describe the young man who had provoked Linmo, Li Muxin clearly thought it was an overestimation.

Even if his words and expressions were feigned, the human heart is not just revealed through the eyes but also through the hands.

Subtle hand movements often expose a person's true thoughts, so in real business negotiations, experts often hide their hands to avoid inadvertently revealing their intentions.

"Understood!"

Linmo turned his gaze without looking at Roger, feeling much more at ease with Li Muxin and Li Mubing as his eyes.

The restaurant suddenly became like a boiling pot, everyone's faces turning anxious and even more so than when they heard about the gold dragon.

Being a noble family with higher cultural education, the Bart family members quickly analyzed their impending situation.

"What can we do? It must be the Portlan army. They must have crossed the Ice Rock Mountains and the Green Mist Forest. This is an invasion! My God, Snow Pine Town must be their target."

"The war with the Tesi Empire hasn't ended, and now the Portlan people are attacking. Oh my God, the Empire is doomed."

"Pack up our belongings and leave Snow Pine Town, go to Lian City! Otherwise, we will all die here."

"Leave? Where to? Once we leave Snow Pine Town, we will lose our fief. Do you think we can hold out for long?"

"No, organize everyone in Snow Pine Town, we must resist! Let these Portlan people taste the might of the Sylan people, just like our ancestors."

"Damn it, we are hereditary nobles, not merit nobles. The strongest warrior in town is only a fourth-rank. What can we use to resist the Portlan people? Farmers with pitchforks? Woodcutters with axes? Greedy merchants? Or town guards who have never seen blood?"

Some glances inadvertently fell on Charlie, the town guard standing by the table, making the poor man, who was holding a plump chicken leg, almost cower under the table from the collective gaze.

The Bart family immediately and decisively dismissed this "ridiculous" idea.

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