Refusal

Adam was still a little dazed, having no idea what had happened.

Everything had happened too fast; the entire incident had taken less than a minute from start to finish.

From the moment he was kicked to the ground, everything that followed had happened too quickly. Especially those other three—they had worked together with unbelievable coordination.

At the same time, Adam was a little unhappy. Why hadn't he reacted in time? "Get some proper rest today. Lord, take half a month off to recover from your injuries. You've rendered great service this time." Seeing that Lord was injured while the others were completely unharmed, the Sheriff of the East District was delighted.

Sandy curled his lip upon hearing that. Lord had been injured entirely because he was afraid Sandy would steal his credit.

Sandy looked at Handy beside him. He had not expected someone so young to react so quickly.

Moreover, Handy deserved the greatest credit this time. He had been the first to spot the problem, and he had killed the most people.

One in the carriage, and three behind it.

Sandy had only killed one knight. Real knight or fake knight, it did not matter—he had killed one knight.

Lord had killed one knight, one coachman, and another one behind them, giving him three merits.

Sandy still felt excited. Earning the merit for killing a knight on a head-on battlefield was far too rare.

And this merit was one hundred percent secure, since they had rescued Viscountess Green and saved Viscount Green's property. No matter what, the Noble Council would approve it.

If those people had robbed other merchants or ordinary people, the Noble Council might not have acknowledged it as a knight-killing merit.

They had also captured four spies afterward, and he had a share of the