"Odd... what's happening?"

Alec muttered, about to ask "Luoluo" beside him if they had noticed anything happening around them, when he saw a bunch of guards clad in light armor striding across the threshold and into the tavern.

"Are they chasing an escapee?" Phinis curiously stared at the group, only to see them heading straight towards them.

Before the three of them could react to what was happening, a sharp scream pierced the silent atmosphere of the tavern's lobby.

"It's him! Miranda! The evil Undead Alchemist!!!"

Miranda?!

Hearing this name, Alec and the others were instantly struck dumb with shock, breaking out in a cold sweat, and even the alcohol that they had barely touched sobered them up.

Watching the guards, murderous intent in their movements, surrounding them, they realized, even in their foolishness, that those people were coming for them. In a panic, they grabbed the weapons leaning against the table and leaped up from their chairs.

"Wait! Is there some kind of misunderstanding here?!"

"Drop your weapons! I will only warn you once!"

The captain of the guards, clad in armor, had an as-if-facing-a-formidable-enemy expression, shouting while gesturing to the sword and shield bearers on either side to form a battle line.

At the same time, in the back, hired gunners set their thick and long barrels on their shields, aiming at the three people in the tavern's lobby.

The fight was about to erupt!

Although Alec realized there might be some misunderstanding, he also had his own pride and was by no means ready to surrender to a group of hired guards.

Bullets?

His sword was much faster than those things!

Just as he was preparing to take action, a surge of footsteps suddenly came from the entrance.

Seeing the gleaming armor at the door, Alec's face first showed a moment of astonishment, then a look of ecstasy took over.

The Trident Knights of Duke Campbell!

This man was none other than Knight Commander Mel.

What a relief!

Although Alec didn't know why the Trident Knights were here, he had met this knight commander at a banquet in Thunder County!

He believed the other party would definitely help him!

"Mel White! Do you remember me, I am the Earl of Spinor's—"

Before he could finish, the sound of a sword being drawn interrupted him.

"We meet again, Mr. Miranda, or... should I pretend I haven't seen through your identity and call you Bond."

Alec: "???"

Bond?

Miranda?

What on earth was happening?!

Alec stood there, completely dumbfounded in front of the wooden table, unable to utter a word while looking at the knights surrounding him.

It was then that Xiu Wen suddenly noticed a wanted poster stuck on the bar and then looked towards their leader's face.

The missed expression instantly turned into panic, and he dropped the bow in his hands, stutteringly saying.

"Alec... your face."

Face?

Alec's expression slightly changed, he reached for his own face, and indeed felt the unfamiliar firm contours and lines.

It wasn't his face!

Mel, without taking his eyes off of him, pointed his long sword directly at his nose and said with a cold laugh.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Alec took a deep breath, quickly calming down before speaking.

"I was drugged... this isn't my face!"

Mel squinted his eyes, scrutinizing him.

"Drugged?"

"Yes... a man and a woman, the woman disappeared, and the man too," Alec swallowed, his voice trembling as he spoke, "It was that Luoluo! That guy is the real Miranda! He... got me drunk and then drugged me!"

Mel furrowed his brows, his sharp gaze trying to read any trace of a lie, but unfortunately, there were none.

The armed Priest holding a spiked mace approached and said in a quiet voice.

"It might be a disguising potion... it wouldn't be difficult for that guy if he is an Alchemist to concoct such a potion."

Mel asked in a low voice.

"Is there a way to identify it?"

The armed Priest confidently said.

"Simple, a disguising potion can't last too long, the short ones two to three hours, and the long ones twenty-four hours at most before they lose effect... and as soon as you touch it, you can tell."

A face altered by a Magic Potion is never truly your own; just a touch can immediately reveal the unnatural traces.

Mel gave him a look, and the other party understood immediately, holding the spiked mace and walking towards Alec's direction.

"Don't be nervous, child... if you truly were drugged or cursed, then put down your weapons and let me take a good look at your face."

This time, Alec didn't resist. He sheathed his sword decisively and gestured to his companions behind him to also put down their weapons.

They were no match for Duke Campbell's knights.

These men had once engaged in close-quarters combat with the Demon King's army on the battlefield, their hands stained with the lives of countless Demons.

Legend has it that even a Trident Knight without Transcendent Power could, solely with his martial skill and the blessing of Saint Sis, defeat a Demon of Black Iron or even Bronze strength in single combat!

Only those who had seen them on the battlefield knew their terror...

Seeing that this group of fierce and vicious men finally didn't start a fight in his tavern, the Youlin Rest's owner finally wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

With open arms, Alec, watching Mel who was holding the sword, said in a serious tone.

"I am Alec Spinor, my father is Earl Spinor... I swear on Saint Sis, everything I've said is the truth."

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