Chapter 807 Free People (Ask for a Monthly Pass!)

"Shit! These damned noble pigs! They should all be caught by the trial knights and hanged in the street to give them a good beating!"

Old John bared his mouth, turned over his sleeve and looked at the bloody whip mark on his arm. His face was angry.

His hair is messy. It seems that he hasn't washed for a long time. He exudes a kind of sour smell. His skin, which has been reddened by the sun, is engraved with deep wrinkles. If he doesn't say, no one even believes that he is less than 35 years old this year.

As he limped along the street, he swore.

Suddenly, a group of well equipped knights rode on high headed steeds ..