This adventurer is overly righteous.

The priests can pray to the gods for favorable weather, so droughts and floods are rare in this world. With the help of magic, although winters in White Rock Town are not as good as other times, there are no frozen corpses on the streets. Most people have enough food stored and clothes on them to get through the winter.

However, occasionally at night, some drunk adventurers would fall asleep on the street and never wake up again. Kroya had seen several adventurer corpses frozen into ice blocks.

In addition, there are those who freeze to death due to gambling debts, and those who have squandered their money and have no savings, so they struggle to survive every day. In short, every winter, a considerable number of degenerate adventurers die.

These people are destabilizing factors in Whitestone Town. No one can guarantee what these armed and powerful people might do before they die.

However, what deserves even more attention are the adventurers from afar who have come from afar.

The Misty Forest in winter is a renowned hunting ground, attracting adventurers from all over the world who come from afar to seize this rare opportunity to hunt monsters and earn a fortune. They are quite confident in their martial arts skills and are also somewhat unrestrained.

After all, they were only staying temporarily in Whitestone Town. They had no assets here and were not as easy to manage as the local adventurers—managing the local adventurers was simply a matter of banning them from entering taverns and casinos, or, in more serious cases, confiscating their property.

The arrival of these people gradually caused chaos in Whitestone Town. Adventurers gathered together, and it seemed they were about to cause some trouble.

Therefore, Croya spontaneously decided to patrol White Rock Town to maintain the town's security. He was fully armed to deal with all kinds of emergencies, and after exchanging pleasantries with Perez, he took the initiative to leave.

"It's Mr. Croya!"

When someone greeted Kroya, he waved back. Kroya had been doing this for some time, so much so that the residents of White Rock Town gradually began to recognize him and no longer categorize him with ordinary adventurers.

The townspeople on the street began to treat Kroya warmly, while maintaining their distance so as not to cause him any trouble.

"Are you on patrol again?"

"Thank you for your hard work..."

Although Croa did not pursue fame or fortune, he was genuinely pleased to be cared for in this way.

"Da da da"

The rapid sound of horses' hooves echoed at one end of the street. Kroya stopped greeting the enthusiastic townspeople and turned to look seriously in the direction from which the sound came.

This guy was speeding...

Just from the frequency of the hoofbeats, one could roughly tell that the horse was running very fast. In the wilderness, it could run as fast as it wanted, but this was the street of White Rock Town. Riding a horse so fast on a street with people coming and going was really dangerous, and the local laws of White Rock Town strictly prohibited it.

So he had to stop the other horse.

The horse came into view; it was a tall, mane-covered horse. On its back sat an adventurer who held the reins with both hands. He did not let the horse slow down at all; instead, he pressed down on the horse's belly with the sides of his calves, making it accelerate continuously.

The townspeople on the street made way for him, but someone accidentally dropped what he was carrying, and the tables and chairs set up outside were knocked askew, creating a messy scene.

"Get out of my way!"

The adventurer shouted arrogantly, a dangerous sword hanging at his waist, and the street became empty as a result. Although the townspeople were unhappy, they still had to make way for him.

At the current speed of that horse, if a collision occurs, it could easily send an adult man flying, potentially leaving him with a lifelong disability.

However, one person went against the grain and stood in the middle of the road. The guy was well-equipped with weapons and had a brass nameplate around his neck that symbolized his status as a veteran adventurer.

Strange, this adventurer is completely clueless...

The adventurer thought to himself, he was also a veteran adventurer, and he knew that even with their strength, it would be difficult to stop a galloping horse. He snorted and continued to accelerate. He was not one to give up easily. He wanted to see if this guy would give way!

In his line of sight, the white figure simply stretched out its hand, and a burst of light emanated from its body.

  

The next moment, the sky became the earth, and the earth became the sky.

Is it a hallucination?

不 ...

It was me who got flipped over!

"bump!"

The adventurer fell to the ground, only realizing what had happened a split second before he hit the ground.

Instead of being knocked away, that guy threw both himself and the horse into the air!

Kroya's strength level is E-, which is enough to move boulders. He can smash an ordinary person's head with a single punch, and he can also knead and deform some low-quality metal objects with his grip strength.

After using a protective spell to withstand the impact, Kroya easily lifted the horse up, while simultaneously throwing the adventurer off its back.

You maintained order on the street; such behavior deserves praise.

[Defense slightly increased]

"According to the laws of Whitestone Town..." Kroya lifted the horse with both hands, then carefully put it down, since the horse hadn't done anything wrong. He then said to the adventurer who had finally managed to get up, "You're going to spend a few days in jail."

With the evidence irrefutable, Croya gave him no chance to argue, knocking him unconscious with a single punch and handing him over to the judge of White Rock. Along the way, the townspeople of White Rock cheered for him.

"Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Kroya. Honestly, these adventurers are all reckless and only know how to break our regulations..." The judge, wearing glasses and looking very thin, said to Kroya with great dissatisfaction. Recently, both foreign and local adventurers had been misbehaving, and besides, he didn't like adventurers in the first place, so his tone was very unpleasant.

"This guy's from out of town, and he's trying to argue with me that where he's from, horses can run this fast. Out-of-towners, really..."

"Of course, I'm referring to the adventurers other than Mr. Kroya."

After he finished speaking, he coughed again and quickly added that, "Kroya is both a foreigner and an adventurer."

During this time, Kroya helped him a lot. Some powerful adventurers were not easy to deal with, and sometimes they did illegal things, but Kroya was able to keep them under control.

"You are a very righteous person, and everyone likes you."

The judge affirmed.

"So, does that guy have something urgent to do?" Kroya sighed slightly and asked casually.

There has to be a reason. If the other person simply enjoys riding wildly through the streets, then Croya should consider whether he didn't hit them hard enough when he punched them—it's purely because he dislikes them.

"I don't know the specifics, but the horse he was riding was rented, and the location was near the central square." The judge knew more than Croya. "I suspect it might be related to the information released by Count Reginald."

"Every year he organizes a hunting party to hunt in the Misty Forest, but before that, he recruits some capable adventurers to join his party, well, by setting up some hunting tests."

"What's making this guy so anxious is probably related to the assessment."