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Chapter 382 0381: Bouvier and Maharu
It was the quietest morning in Ambera Ice Harbor in years.

The scar-faced mercenary stood up and looked towards the city.

After the thick fog dissipated, the moist land and buildings were blown by the sea breeze, accompanied by wordless fear.

At this time, on the streets of Ambera Ice Harbor, dozens of skeletons stood upright, maintaining the posture of the last struggle before death, and no idlers dared to approach at will. They could only wait for professional bonesmiths to recover these corpses.

They are the remnants of the looters lurking in the city, and the southern border nobles who took advantage of the fire to loot during the war.

This is just a hearsay version. As for the identities of the other corpses, no one knows at all, and no one dares to discuss the reasons and evidence for the killing by those in power.

Whether it's a strong star boxer or a well-known top mage.

As long as the taboo of those in power is violated, the night when the white mist rises is the time of confession before being buried.

The scar-faced mercenaries were standing at the gate of the city, and the crowd blocked the place, and Norin's cavalry team had already evacuated to the plain.

Just a few days ago...

Ken Maharu launched a war of resistance, and right where he was standing, he announced that he would officially take over the city.

Traders, adventurers, anyway, everyone in Ambera Ice Harbor knows that this is a forced decision, but everyone knows that this behavior has shaken the prestige of those in power.

The white mist rises, the doors and windows are closed, and the sound of prayers is endless in the night of killing.

The first light of the morning shone on the land, and the sharp-toothed strange birds sang at the corpses. Some laborers had already gone to the docks to repair ships, rebuild homes, and look for jobs and commissions to fill their stomachs.

Even in the early morning after the end of the war world and the return of those in power, the Ambera Ice Port did not stop functioning.

The scar-faced mercenary swept across the street, trying to find his target among the dense crowd. Although rumors abounded, he believed that Ken Maharu would appear in front of everyone.

Around him are heavily armed soldiers.

The vendor who contributed the heavy crystal cannon had already received compensation, but he did not leave in a hurry, but stood quietly among the besieging crowd.

"The door of the Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal is open." A call came from the front.

Scarface grabbed the pack beast, climbed over the saddle, and tightly grasped the weapon he was carrying.

"I dare to bet with my own arm that those in power will never kill Maharu, really." He looked firmly into the distance, and the crowd seemed to be separated, and a team was coming here.

Rumor has it that Ken died in last night's settlement.

But the suppressed cheers shattered the rumors, and Ken appeared right in front of the team, wearing brand-new Bilumba armor and riding a strong winter horse.

The scarface mercenary breathed a sigh of relief.

The densely packed crowd here is a team that spontaneously came to see off after receiving the news.

They didn't dare to cheer with all their heart's content, and they didn't dare to express their gratitude in person. They could only stare at his figure full of blessings and slowly move towards the city gate.

The trader patted Scarface's mount and told him in a low voice: "If Maharu can walk out of the city gate alive, we will send him away. If... there is an accident, we can only swallow our anger."

The onlookers kept quiet, waiting for the development of the matter.

Ken rode his war horse and walked to the door, but suddenly tightened the reins.

He was suddenly in a trance, he actually wanted to step over the sculpture of the dwarf emperor, and the ordinary people around him didn't seem to care about the emperor buried under his feet.

Kuima and other subordinates have prepared their weapons. If anyone dares to rise up violently, or if the person in power turns his back on his promise, then this place will become a place of bloody battle.

"I have thought hard about how to prevent your blood from being shed in vain."

Ken opened his mouth to speak, and the whole city seemed to be quiet.

The sending-off team was silent, for fear of missing some important information.

"We need freedom, we need order, and we need unity in the face of difficulties."

Ken raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

He pointed to the building at the top of the hillside in the sunlight, the white stone of the arbitration court revealed splendor and solemnity, and the sculpture monument on the square at the entrance recalled the bravery of the deceased.

Ken raised the badge of the Golden Shield Guild, and the sunlight refracted, bursting out a ray of light.

"Put your chest up, don't be blinded by petty gains, hang your badges on the wall of the main hall, and defend the order and future that you fought hard with blood and tears."

These words were spoken in public, the city was quiet, there was no sudden attack, no magic that fell from the sky.

[The people in power have recognized your words, respected the order you established, and are willing to manage this city in your way in the future. 】

A sword blade was drawn from its scabbard.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The vendor tried his best to stop Scarface, but failed. "What do you want to..."

A mercenary on a horse broke through the barrier and came straight to Ken.

The surrounding soldiers surrounded him, ready to take him down at any time.

Ken turned his head slightly, and saw a familiar face. This young and handsome face was a pair of proud eyes, which seemed to be able to cover the scars caused by accidents.

"I have a problem." He said indifferently.

Ken waved his hand to signal for Kuima and Langz to retreat, and even extinguished the magic that was about to attack and kill in the distance with his eyes.

His prestige in the port should be limited to those in power, no one would be so stupid as to dare to assassinate him in the street, but he didn't understand why anyone would stop him.

The scarface mercenary asked:
"I heard that your name is not Maharu, but Bouvier, which is related to a certain tribe in the south."

The relationship between forces in the northern border is very ambiguous, which has spawned many conspiracy theories.

The onlookers also heard similar rumors, and there were some unsightly things. They didn't have the courage to ask, but the scar-faced mercenary said it in the street.

"Some people say that these things are all arranged. It's an agreement you reached with those in power to establish a new order through war... You have a face in the southern border, and you actually want to clean up mercenaries and traders for the people in the northern border. ..."

Scarface squinted his eyes and finished these words, and raised his head, not afraid of death at all.

Lowndes roared and rushed out of the team.

He was stopped by Quema and Lorgar together, but they couldn't stop the giant's mouth. "You ungrateful bastard, do you dare to use your life to act? The boss has been in a coma for several days, you fucking..."

Langz's data was terrifying. He broke free from the restraints and flew towards the opponent with an unstoppable speed with his two-handed giant axe.

The scar-faced mercenary closed his eyes, as if he was already ready to die.

Swah——

He panted and opened his eyes, his face was still fierce and angry, the sharp edge was removed, followed by Ken's arm and expressionless face.

Ken teleported in front of him and threw the weapon back.

The scarface mercenary said, "I don't need..."

boom!
There were exclamations from the onlookers.

Ken stretched out his hand to grab his boots, and suddenly jumped up, accompanied by the hiss of the beast, and threw him and his mount to the ground.

(End of this chapter)