Honkai Summoning.

At a glance, the identities of these people are almost obvious.

"Hmph, a bunch of fat sheep, not bad luck." The man who was attracted by the strange voice first lingered on Arno, then glanced at the others out of the corner of his eye, making a judgment on the strength of both sides, and the corners of his mouth began to turn up.

But when this person's gaze truly swept over Su Mo and the others, the smile on his face faded, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he were somewhat surprised—or rather, somewhat amazed.

“Very good, women, you have successfully caught my attention.” Clearing his throat, the man spoke, his gaze clearly fixed on the cute boy, Tranton.

“Young Master, he’s treating you like a woman,” Su Mo said to Tranton.

“I know!” Tranton glared at Su Mo and squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

"So my suggestion is that you could get one or two scars on your face to enhance your masculinity and prevent people from mistaking you for a cute girl in the future," Su Mo suggested to Tranton with a serious expression.

"Take care of them for me. You don't need to worry about anything else." Tranton exhaled a breath of stale air.

The two people's seemingly oblivious conversation made the robbers on the other side sense that something was amiss.

In any case, these people were all too calm—we can ignore those ten-year-olds huddled in the back for now.

The others did not show any fear on their faces.

This hurt the bandits and robbers deeply. You see, robbery only works when the other party is genuinely afraid. If they weren't afraid, who would give you money?

"How dare you ignore me, your lord!"

The bandit leader roared, his voice booming, "I am the great bandit worth 1000 Henrys—Master Darcy!"

"Hmm?" Su Mo was taken aback and looked at Madam Liz.

Lady Liz explained, "Because some fiefdoms lack sufficient troops, they issue bounties to bounty hunters to capture bandits, pirates, and other escaped criminals."

"I see." Su Mo nodded.

Henry was the currency of the British Empire and also the surname of the British royal family. It had decent purchasing power; for an average family, 1000 Henrys was enough to live on for half a year.

In other words, capturing this bandit could support an average family for at least six months.

In this sense, it was indeed enough for the bandit to say the above sentence with considerable pride.

The so-called net worth of xxx, or net worth of xxx, is exactly like this.

Mountain bandits also have dignity, and clearly their dignity comes from the value of their bounties.

"Young Master, I'd like to ask if our Wobs family is short of money?" Su Mo turned to look at Tranton.

“No, the Worbus family is very wealthy,” Tranton said with a hint of arrogance.

"Then we just need to leave one alive to ask for directions," Su Mo nodded.

Arno, Seven Deadly Sins, and he all moved at the same time.

Those mountain bandits could terrify ordinary people, and when faced with the not-so-powerful armies of certain nobles, they could retreat into the mountains and forests, use the terrain to their advantage to maneuver for a while, and then make their escape.

After all, those people wouldn't put in much effort to hunt them down; there wouldn't be much benefit. And if they really got into a desperate situation, the bandits might just manage to inflict mutual damage.

The advantage of the small armies or guards under the nobility came from their horses, armor, and weapons.

However, in the complex terrain of the mountains and forests, most of these things were rendered useless. These troops were less familiar with the terrain than the bandits, and there was even a possibility of them being defeated.

These unique circumstances have led to many areas of the British Empire being overrun by bandits who take pride in being able to be listed on bounties, with the highest bounty being the most valuable.

However, this doesn't mean that bandits or pirates can be "protagonists" like the pirates in the world of "One Piece." These people are ultimately just a group that can't be brought to the forefront.

Let alone the established armies of royalty and nobles, even a truly combat-ready guard would be wiped out in a matter of minutes.

If Su Mo and his group were to encounter any guard team, they could easily eliminate them.

Therefore, in the eyes of Su Mo and his companions, this group of bandits was not only a formidable opponent.

The battle… or rather, the one-sided slaughter, lasted less than a minute. When one of the bandits plunged his knife into Seven Sins, only to find him smiling at him indifferently, they completely collapsed.

Most people simply dropped their tattered weapons and turned to run into the dense forest behind them.

Darcy, who had just proudly announced his name and the amount of the bounty, didn't even have a chance to escape.

His massive size gave him considerable ability to engage in direct combat, but it also rendered him incapable of escaping.

At least, this guy's speed is definitely not as good as those skinny monkeys, but his subordinates are even more exaggerated than Tarzan.

Seeing that all was lost, Darcy gritted his teeth, roared loudly, and attracted everyone's attention before kneeling down with a thud: "I surrender! You must treat me as a defeated prisoner of war."

A cold smile appeared on Arno's face not far away. A kitchen knife appeared in his hand at some point, and he was about to shoot it at Darcy's head.

They already had a live person to ask for directions, and he was trembling in fear inside the Seven Deadly Sins' encirclement. Of course, they didn't need a second one.

"Wait a minute." But at this moment, Su Mo spoke up, "Leave him here. After all, he's the boss, and he should know more."

"Whatever." Arno put the knife away.

“I also demand to be treated as a prisoner of war. My father is a nobleman,” Darcy continued, glancing at Tranton. “Young master, you should also be a nobleman, right? I will inherit my father’s title in the future; I am a hereditary nobleman.”

Tranton didn't say much and simply walked aside. As a nobleman, he couldn't possibly do everything himself. He could leave small matters like asking for directions to his steward.

"Are there any towns or villages nearby?" Su Mo asked as he walked up to Darcy.

"Hey, didn't you hear what I said? I am a hereditary nobleman and will inherit the title in the future. I demand to be treated as a noble prisoner. I demand to speak with that young master." Darcy waved his hand, looking quite agitated.

"Uh, it seems this guy isn't very willing to cooperate," Su Mo said, shaking his head.

"Then kill him." Arno had another kitchen knife in his hand.

“Wait! I’m telling the truth, my father is Wilbur Noyce, and my Noyce family is truly a hereditary noble family!” Darcy shouted.

"and many more!"

Standing at a distance, Tranton, who had been acting as if it were none of his business, suddenly turned around and shouted angrily.

However, he was, after all, Su Mo's master, not Arno's master. If it were Benson's order, Arno would have withdrawn his actions even if he had acted.

As for Trent, if Benson hadn't made his move, Arnold might have stopped because of Benson's stance, but now that he'd already half-swung the knife out and was about to release it, Arnold naturally didn't bother to stop.

Arno's knife transformed into a streak of light, shooting directly towards Darcy's head.

Darcy stared wide-eyed, his massive, obese body motionless, not even blinking—he dared not blink, for the blade of the knife was less than three centimeters from his left eye, a dangerous distance from which the hand holding the knife could easily pierce his eye with a slight tremor.

Fortunately, the hand was very steady and did not shake at all until it took the knife away from the danger zone.

“You’re definitely different from those losers.” Arno looked at Su Mo, his eyes blazing with intense fighting spirit.

"Don't look at me like that, I have no interest in fighting you," Su Mo said, casually tossing the knife aside.

"There will be opportunities in the future." Arno grinned.

Trent walked quickly to Darcy's side and asked, "You just said your father is Wilbur Noyce?"

“That’s right, that’s right.” Darcy nodded repeatedly, revealing all of his father’s background in order to save his own life. “He used to be the butler of the Worbs family, a true hereditary nobleman! Young master, you should have heard of the Worbs family, right? They’re marquises!”

Now, without Tranton needing to explain anything, everyone knew why he stopped Arnold from killing the fat man.

“Sebastian,” Tranton said to Su Mo.

“I understand, young master.” Su Mo smiled and walked to Darcy’s side.

“I told you, I demand the treatment of noble prisoners of war…” Darcy’s words were cut short as his expression shifted from relaxed to terrified.

Su Mo kicked Darcy, sending him rolling like a ball into the nearby dense forest.

Tranton walked over quickly, and Su Mo followed behind him.

As for the others, of course they wouldn't be so foolish as to eavesdrop on the conversation of these three people.

Chapter Twenty: This isn't what we agreed on!

Darcy Noyce, son of Wilbur Noyce, was a hereditary nobleman.

The hereditary nobility here sounds impressive, but it really depends on the individual. Hereditary nobles like the Tranton are truly powerful; their sons inherit their fathers' titles, fiefs, and everything else, and their social standing never declines—it's an ironclad guarantee of a secure future.

Another type of hereditary nobility involves a son inheriting a title that is downgraded by one rank, eventually becoming a commoner after several generations. Such nobles typically rise from humble beginnings, requiring generations of effort to achieve a hereditary nobility like the Worbs family.

Wilbur Noyce's hereditary nobility differs somewhat from these two. The difference lies in the fact that the Noyce family is merely an honorary noble family, not a true noble family.

What is an honorary noble? It means having no fiefdom and being prohibited from establishing one's own guard army. However, they are exempt from taxes and corvée labor, and other than that, they have no real benefits, making them no different from ordinary commoners.

It's just that the name sounds better, making them seem superior to ordinary people.

If one encounters a true nobleman, even an honorary earl would be extremely cautious when meeting a real viscount.

Such honorary titles were usually bestowed upon outstanding servants within large noble families.

For example, the honorary viscountship of Wilbur Noyce came from an award bestowed by the Walbus family. Wilbur's father had also been the Walbus family's steward, so Wilbur inherited not only the title but also his father's position as the Walbus family's steward.

It sounds like a humiliating history of enslavement, but in reality, a family steward held a very high position within the family.

The steward is practically the second most important person in the family, second only to the head of the household. Many matters are handled by the steward. The stewards of great noble families have great confidence when facing the heads of lesser noble families, because they represent the entire family.

Wilbur served as butler for two generations, first taking over from his own father, then serving Tranton's grandfather, and later Tranton's father.

Before Tranton's father died mysteriously, Wilbur was already quite old, and Tranton's father was preparing to let this old butler of the Worbs family live out his remaining years in peace.

Before this matter was even finished, Tranton's parents died mysteriously. During that difficult time, Wilbur presided over many matters concerning the Worbs family, including the funeral.

Shortly after the funeral, Trent was kidnapped and taken to that island. He only returned now, more than half a year later.

"Are you Wilbur's son?" Tranton frowned as he looked at Darcy, as if trying to see Wilbur's shadow in his fat face.

“That’s right, my name is Darcy Noyce, and I am a hereditary nobleman.” Darcy nodded. “My father is the butler of the Worbus family.”

Trent looked at Darcy without saying a word.

As the butler of the Worbus family, and an old-fashioned one at that, Wilbur was guaranteed a comfortable retirement and a comfortable life for his descendants.

As long as his offspring don't become spendthrifts, and as long as the Worbus family remains dissatisfied, the Paulnois family will certainly continue to thrive steadily.

If Darcy were truly Wilbur's son, how could he possibly end up in such a place as a lowly bandit?

Could it be that the Worbus family has fallen?

As a nobleman, Tranton was certainly not just a pampered child. Growing up by his father's side, he was exposed to all sorts of things and knew a little bit about other matters.

For example, Wilbur had a son who was not very successful but not outrageous either. Wilbur even asked Tranton's father to help his son find a relatively stable job.

Of course, Tranton had no idea what Wilbur's son was like or what he looked like.

Therefore, Tranton still suspected that this Darcy was an imposter, since this outcome was easier to accept than the downfall of the Worbus family.

“Since your father is the steward of the Worbus family, how could you possibly become a bandit?” Tranton asked in an unfriendly tone.