After a while, a soldier walked in, leaned into Scott's ear and said a few words softly.

Scott immediately sneered, looked at the nobleman who had laughed at the thunder and said, "Mr. Balwin, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No." Balwin replied guiltily.

"Then... why did you sweat so much?" Scott stood up and slowly walked behind Balwin.

“It’s too hot.”

"Your face is a little pale, too."

"Maybe it's because of fatigue." Barwin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Next to Mary." Scott was angry, grabbed Balwin's neck and pressed him down hard.

With a "touch", Balwin's forehead hit the ground directly, and his whole body was crawled down.

"Sir!" the other two nobles stood up and asked in panic.

"It's not your business, stand up!" Scott changed his gentle face just now and showed his hideous fangs.

"Scott! I'm a nobleman, take away your rude and dirty hands!" Balwin struggled.

"Noble?" Scott sneered, "Are you qualified to call yourself aristocrat?"

"You are blaspheming your identity as a nobleman. I want to sue you, I want to tell the city lord! You will be punished."

Scott stood up and kicked Barwin's stomach hard, and the handsome nobleman immediately curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

The other two were shocked!

We are all native nobles in Farrac, and they have some contact and friendship on weekdays. Now, seeing Scott dealing with Balwin for no reason, I can't help but feel a little angry.

"Sir! Please explain what's happening now! Otherwise we will jointly report to the Grand Duke." One of them said seriously.

"Hmph!" Scott snorted coldly, wiped his big hand and said, "If you know, this man was the one who treasoned the enemy and treasoned our army into ambush and almost wiped out the entire army, you wouldn't have said that."

"What?" The two nobles grew up with their mouths and finally realized it after a while. One of them said: "Sir, this kind of joke cannot be made randomly! There is no evidence..."

"Is it true?" Scott bent down again, grabbed Balwin's hair, turned his head over a strange angle, and sneered: "Balwin, do you think we can't find any traces if you put the carrier pigeon under the saddle?"

"What a carrier pigeon...I don't know." Balwin said stubbornly.

"Remember, this is the army, and I am not the old peddlers in the judicial system! It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I will hit you." While speaking, Scott pulled out the dagger from his waist and pointed it directly at Balwin's palm and inserted it.

Blood splattered, and Balwin's hands spasmed in pain and screamed loudly, and the two nobles there closed their eyes.

"Say! When did you contact the desert robbers? When did you inform me last night!"

"I don't!" Balwin still insisted.

"Sir... what evidence can be shown that Balwin has treasoned the country?" The two nobles couldn't bear to see this friend suffer so much, and wanted to plead but didn't dare, so they could only ask this.

"A few wet pigeon feces were found under his saddle!" Scott looked up at the two nobles, "I think there is no reason for a noble to carry a carrier pigeon when he went to war?"

Now the two nobles remained silent.

If this is true, even a fool can think of the problem.

The main function of pigeons is not to make people eat meat, but to send letters!

Moreover, the pigeon feces found were still wet, which means that a pigeon was hiding under the saddle not long ago. Otherwise, in this kind of weather, it would be wet.

"Sir, can we go out first?" the two nobles looked at each other and asked weakly.

"Go out." Scott waved his hand.

Thunder took the opportunity to say goodbye! It is okay to kill people, but Thunder is not good at torture people, so he can't help here. It's better to lose sight of it.

Walking out the door, Thunder exhaled fiercely.

Even if this matter is over, as long as you find a traitor, everyone can go back to the city, and there is no need to stay here again.

Damn, it's too hot and dry here!
Chapter completed!