"Accomplice?"

Only nobles can have followers. They still understand this very well, but his mind is not in a hurry.

"Hey..." The brother of the gangster could no longer hold back. The reason why he didn't speak was that he had already noticed the danger. This time he hurriedly pushed the gangster.

The punk was thinking about the problem in front of him with his unwise head, and was very impatient when he was pushed. He turned around and was about to say a few words to his brother, but as soon as he turned his head, he found that besides his brother, there were two other people next to him.

Two strong men with long swords on their waists...

The man with swordsman expression was vicious, and he wanted to crush the gangster and throw it into the garbage dump.

Just as the punk was still trying to turn, his head was directly hit on the table at the bar by the guards.

Dong!

Even if you don’t look at the picture, you can only hear the sound and know how painful it is to have a close contact between the gangster’s head and the desktop.

The punk was dizzy and had not yet moved. The guard then kicked the punk and knelt on the floor, pressing his head on the ground.

Seeing this, the gangster brother dared not stand, so he quickly knelt down.

The guard stood up and stepped on the back of the gangster with his feet, scolding angrily: "Dispardon, do you know who is in front of you?!"

Another guard looked cold and drew out his sword with a clang. He held the sword in both hands, as if he was about to chop it down at any time.

The sword was unsheathed and scared everyone in the tavern!

"No one dares to steal the little master's things!"

The guard who drew his sword was already furious, and he was not afraid of the impact of killing.

Just kidding, the nephew of the etiquette officer slandered his master for a few words and was stabbed to death by Sreta in the street.

Is there any reason why the turtle lamb on the street dares to steal the owner's belongings?

"Don't...! Sorry, adults, we were wrong! Let's spare us!"

The gangster was knocked unconscious, which does not mean that his brother was also dizzy.

It’s not that he is so loyal, but that he knows that even the gangsters will be cut to death, so how could he be let go?

The sword-holding guards don’t care about so much. The more you beg for mercy, the more I want to kill you. I criticize the cub. The clan’s tribe’s good apples are specially honored to the little master. No one dares to take the first bite since he picked them. Unexpectedly, they were snatched by such things to eat!

How can you not be angry!

The sword rises and wants to fall.

The tavern and others looked pale, and they wanted to stop them but dared not speak out.

At this moment, the door made another sound of ramming the door, which made the guard who was about to chop the sword stop.

Turning his head and seeing it turned out to be a guard.

The guards did not happen to patrol, but the waiter who swept the floor at the door went to find the guards.

When the guard heard the waiter's words, he thought it was a ruffian on the street who was causing trouble. He was frowning and coming to solve the problem. Unexpectedly, they rushed in and saw such a scene...

Even the waiter who entered the tavern looked demented.

Isn't it a gangster causing trouble?

Why do you become a gangster and die?

"Who are you? Do you dare to kill people in Heine Capital? Don't you want your life?"

The guard held the weapon and made a sound. However, the weapon had not yet been sheathed, and his expression suddenly changed drastically and he immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Miss Sreta...!"

Sreta took off her hood, her cute face was extremely silent, and she watched the guard kneel down and remained indifferent.

During the people's strike and riot, Sreta took the initiative to stand up and speak to persuade the masses to disperse, and his words were inspiring and inspiring.

Many people in the capital have seen Sreta, and the guards have even seen the portrait of Sreta, so the guards have recognized the little girl sitting in the bar high chair at a glance as Sreta!

Sreta's image is very great in the hearts of the people in the capital.

On the one hand, Sreta came out to speak for the people of the capital. Her speech at that time also made everyone trust her. On the other hand, she also said that there was any law enforcement unfairness in the capital, and that she could report to the Captain Cavaliers' home that she would stand up for the people.

This matter has indeed been reported, because several civilians encountered strange judgments from regional law enforcement officers and were investigated by civilians at the home of Captain Cavaliers.

Although Sreta did not come forward, he asked his follower Bereth to go out to solve the incident of civilians being poor.

But this also made the people of the capital highly praised Sreta.

More importantly, Sreta is also the sister of Captain Royal Knights.

Everyone knows what Captain Royal Knights represents!

The people on the street saw the guards rushing into the tavern. At this moment, many people squeezed into the tavern to watch the show.

Especially after someone recognized the little girl at the bar as Sreta, she even cheered and shouted.

At this time, the guard looked up slightly at the two gangsters who were kneeling on the ground, and cursed in his heart.

Bastard, he was so mean to the other person's sister, the Cavalier Captain...!

The gangster seemed to have just woken up from dizziness, and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He took the initiative to knock the floor with his brain and admit his mistake: "Sir...! Miss Sreta! I have a brain problem, I'm sorry... I'm sorry! Please, don't kill me!"

The sword-holder snorted coldly: "Little master, stand a little farther away, I'm afraid the blood of this untouchable person will splatter you."

When the pluck heard this, he kowtowed harder and said, "Miss Sreta...please!"

Sreta's expression finally loosened, and he waved his hand to stop the sword-holding guard's movements.

This made both guards look very strange.

What a joke, can Sreta be kind enough?

You should know that they made small mistakes at home, and the little master wanted to break their legs.

Is there any reason for this ruffian to commit such a serious matter?

But the master's order was the order, and the guard took back the sword and his feet.

The gangster noticed that the feet on his back had left his body, and couldn't help but express his gratitude with joy.

"Stop kidding, I'm upset."

The gangster's body was frozen and he didn't dare to move any more.

Sreta did not continue to pay attention to the gangster, but turned his head and whispered a lesson to the guards: "How can you draw your sword at will in the capital and hurt people's lives?"

"Ah?" The guard who had just drawn his sword was full of questions and stuttered: "Little... Little Master, this guy is..."

"Dare you still dare to talk back?" Sreta said angrily, "You must know that you really killed people in a tavern. Do you need to open this tavern in the future? Do you understand and consider the people of the capital? You have to pay two weeks of salary!"

The owner of the tavern couldn't help but light up, little girl... No, Miss Sreta, you are my idol!

The sword-holder did not dare to speak out immediately, but his face was extremely strange, and his eyebrows were almost knotted, which was very puzzled.

If Sreta told him that she wanted to watch the raptor spiral up to a few meters high, and then the man fell down and cut off his head accurately with a sword, the guards would not feel strange...

After all, the little master is a bit weird and is very strict with the servants. He sometimes laughs and sometimes gets angry, which makes people confused.

At home, Erlan can understand what the little master is thinking...

"I heard that you two ran to the door of the tavern last night to play wild?" Sreta lowered his head and looked at the two gangster brothers.

The ruffian brothers sweated on their foreheads, and the sweat was entangled with the gray on the floor: "I'm really sorry... Miss Sreta, we were wrong!"

"Well..." Sreta frowned cutely, as if thinking about something: "Since you have caused trouble for the tavern, it's simple. I'll punish you for cleaning at the door of the tavern for a week. If it's not clean..."

"No, no! We will definitely clean it up!" The gangster immediately swore when he saw that his life was still alive.

"Oh well."

The two gangster brothers looked at each other and were about to kneel and crawl out of the tavern, but suddenly they were stopped by Sreta, and their hearts were cold.

"The tavern matter was solved, what about my apple?"

"We will compensate!"
Chapter completed!