He shouted back, “Enough! Go ahead and beg The Old Sir, but let us return to town first. What’s the point of blocking us like this?”

At his words, the townsfolk around him all voiced their agreement, their faces filled with indignation.

The old man in the castle completely ignored their existence and insisted on arresting people. Even if they were lowly commoners, they still had fire in their hearts.

Geoffrey didn’t dare let this guy go back. If The Old Sir held him accountable, how would he explain himself?

But at this moment, with the townsfolk riled up, he didn’t want to anger these local bigwigs either. For a while, he was caught in a dilemma, his mouth open, stammering, unable to say a word.

Seeing that he was showing signs of backing down, Nolan turned and shouted loudly, “Let’s go back, we’re going back! If the mayor doesn’t treat us like people, then we don’t need to give him any respect!”

As he spoke, he was the first to head down toward the town, his face showing no fear.

Behind him, the townsfolk, stirred up by his words, all put The Old Sir’s threats out of their minds and followed the old hunter back toward the town.

Just as Geoffrey frowned deeply, powerless to stop them, a heavy sound of hoofbeats came from the direction of the town at the foot of the hill.

The hoofbeats were thunderous and powerful, each one booming like thunder, making the ground tremble.

The townspeople had never heard such a sound before. For a moment, they all looked toward the source of the noise, their faces full of confusion and uncertainty.

The steward was first surprised, then puzzled, and finally a look of joy appeared on his face. He rushed back to the castle, shouting as he ran, “Master, master, the knight has returned!”

He had barely reached the castle gate when he saw The Old Sir, supported by servants, already coming out.

The old man’s face was full of pride as he shouted loudly to the townsfolk, “Good, good! My son has returned.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a knight appeared at the entrance of the street at the foot of the hill.

This was a true knight, not one of those light cavalrymen.

His horse was massive and muscular; it stood extremely tall, its head estimated at three meters high, with shoulders nearly two meters, like a giant beast. Its head, neck, and chest were covered in plate steel armor, while the hindquarters were draped in a thick hide to defend against arrows, with a thorn flower crest emblazoned on it.

The knight on horseback was also fully encased in steel armor, holding a broad, heavy sword in his hand.

Only a true knight could afford such expensive armor and have the strength to fight while bearing such weight.

Behind the knight followed two squires, both wearing bright sashes. One of them held a square banner, also emblazoned with a thorn flower.

This indicated that the knight belonged to the family of Baron Heimer.

As soon as the knight appeared, The Old Sir shouted loudly, “It really is my son Brandon! You wretches, daring to cause trouble—prepare to face the knight’s judgment!”

At his words, the townsfolk looked at each other, a trace of panic appearing on their faces—even Nolan looked uncertain.

Knights were different from ordinary soldiers; they were certainly elemental warriors, because ordinary people simply couldn’t use such full steel armor. Coupled with their powerful warhorses, man and horse together were like a steel chariot—a true killing machine.

If the knight at the foot of the hill wished, he alone could slaughter the entire town of Vito.

The steel-clad knight galloped swiftly up the hill and stopped in front of the townsfolk. He glanced at his delighted father, then turned his gaze to the troublemaking townsfolk.

Though his eyes were hidden behind an iron visor, his gaze still radiated a palpable authority. Wherever he looked, the townsfolk instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

A cold voice came from behind the iron mask.

“I already know what’s happened in town. You wretches—if you don’t want to die, go drag out that fellow called Devon for me!”

As he spoke, he raised the heavy sword in his hand, and a white light like flowing water shimmered along the blade.

An overwhelming aura spread out, forcefully suppressing the townsfolk’s spirits.

The townsfolk fell silent, instinctively looking toward Uncle Nolan at the front. This was no ordinary man like them, but a knight of the baron’s house—a true noble. No one dared to resist.

Brandon quickly spotted the key figure.

He snorted coldly, his warhorse kicking off with its hind legs and suddenly bursting forward like an arrow, charging straight at Nolan.

With the momentum of the horse, he swung his heavy sword, moving with incredible speed. A terrifying whoosh and a streak of icy light slashed mercilessly toward Nolan’s head.

All these townsfolk followed this man’s lead—kill him, and the situation would be easily controlled.

He didn’t care about the old hunter’s prestige in town.

No matter how high the prestige, it could be cut down with a single sword!

Nolan, unarmed, faced with the sudden attack of the knight, had no way to defend himself and could only desperately dodge to the side.

But he still underestimated the warhorse’s explosive speed. The heavy sword swept across his arm, slicing it off with ease.