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It is a small northeastern city with a population of only a few thousand, the walls are so low that even a able-bodied adult can stop them, and most of the houses are ordinary red brick houses that can only accommodate two carriages, and the road will be dusty and obscured from passers-by every dry summer.

The sun had just risen in the morning, and Viscount Juan had already begun his day's workout. A long brown hair was draped casually over the Viscount's broad shoulders, beating with his pace. His muscles are strong and well-proportioned, his running posture is stable and powerful, and his whole body is full of the beauty of strength, looking like a vigorous tiger running and jumping in the jungle.

The early risers and pedestrians of the city had long been accustomed to the peculiar habit of their lord, and would always greet him in a friendly and respectful manner as he ran past their stalls or by. Unlike other arrogant aristocrats, who were accustomed to being on top, the Viscount Juan would return a gentle smile to his people, and then run away to their admiring gazes.

As the saying goes, people can't look good, and although our Viscount Juan looks like a big stupid man with a head full of muscles, the reality is exactly the opposite. When Viscount Juan first arrived in Varna two years ago, the border town was still a city of sin full of ruffians and killers, and after dark, the city of Varna was closed and the streets were clean without even a ghost, which earned it the nickname "Ghost City of Varna" in the northeast of the empire.

But those dark times are a thing of the past. Nowadays, the people of Varna have become accustomed to walking out of their homes at nightfall to the taverns on the street for a drink, and then going home drunk and falling asleep with their wives and children in their arms. All of this was made possible thanks to our wise Viscount, who defeated the four gangsters of Varna and cleared the gangsters and criminals to where they belonged, the prison, and made the entire city of Varna a city where they could live and work.

As a result, the city of Varna is now not only crowded with people, but also in the prison, and it is not uncommon to see heavily armed guards dragging a heinous prisoner to the city gate like a dead pig, and after verifying his identity, he hangs the prisoner on the gallows, much to the applause of the onlookers.

As the saying goes, doing good things wins the hearts of the people. As a result, the simple people of Varna have begun to complain about why the unsightly imperial tycoons did not give this amiable lord the title of hereditary viscount or even earl, which is enough to prove how much Viscount Juan is loved by the people of Varna.

However, this is not the end of the story, there are many young girls who dress themselves up before dawn, and then stay at the corner where Viscount Juan must run with longing, just to let the masculine lord look at him more when he is approaching - even if according to the laws of the empire, nobles cannot marry commoners, but it is excellent to be a lover of Viscount Juan. Over time, some do-gooders gave Viscount Juan's daily run a reverie-"The Road of Sweat and Flowers".

The morning sun has risen high, and Viscount Juan also returned to his lord's palace after a morning exercise around the city, although this lord's palace seems to be nothing more than a small two-entry courtyard and a three-story building, but this is already the second most heroic building in Varna City, as for the first heroic building, of course, it must be the Varna church not far from the lord's house.

The Viscount's butler had already greeted him at the gate of the Lord's Mansion, and handed the warm towel to Viscount Juan as soon as possible, showing the duty of a caring butler.

Viscount Juan took the towel from the butler's hand, first wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then buried his whole face in the towel, the gentle heat constantly stimulated the pores on his face, making him feel comfortable.

After a few seconds, he took his stiff face out of the towel and walked towards the lord's mansion, throwing the towel back into the butler's hand, asking as he went, "Is there anything worth noting?" ”

Of course, Viscount Juan's words are not about his own lord's mansion, in fact, there are only six servants in his lord's mansion in addition to the butler, which is only the number of one palm and one finger, what can be worth noting?

So the Viscount was actually asking about what was happening in the city of Varna, because the former sheriff had been sent to the gallows by Viscount Juan for corruption and bribery and collusion with the gangsters, and the viscount, who could not find a suitable person for a while, simply let the loyal butler take on the position of sheriff.

This part-time job lasted for a year and a half, for no other reason than that the butler named Farindor was as competent as he was in the position of magistrate.

"It's not a problem, my lord." The butler Falin Duo's steps were very ingenious, not only able to closely follow Viscount Juan so that the Viscount would not have to bother to turn back and talk to him, but also just right behind his master by half a position, highlighting the master-servant relationship between the two in disguise, and his tone was even more respectful and impeccable: "Wise Viscount, there were no other accidents in the city last night except for a few small brawls caused by alcoholism, and these brawls did not cause any casualties, but-"

"But what?" Viscount Juan frowned and asked.

"Just now my subordinates received a message from the soldiers defending the city, and the new Lord Blue Cardinal had entered the city through the West Gate five minutes ago." Farindor replied.

"Oh? It's the guy from the Golden Lion family, right, what's it called? Lord Viscount raised his eyebrows, and his steps slowed down unconsciously, and judging from the expression on his face, he was obviously a little surprised: "It's two days ahead of schedule?" I never thought that there would be a punctual person among these fellows in the church, let alone ahead of schedule. The sarcasm in his words was evident, and it was evident that the lord of Varna was not only not close to the Church, but also lacked respect for it.

"The name of the new Blue Cardinal is Antonidas Prol, Your Honorable Lord." Falindo had apparently done a good job of gathering information, and gave the viscount an extra reminder: "Forgive me for my presumptuousness, my lordship. As a result of his elimination from the Lion King Project, Bishop Antonidas has been expelled from the great Golden Lion Family, and now he has the surname Prol from his mother. ”

"Hmph, Lion King Project." The ridicule on Viscount Juan's face became even stronger, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a trace of acrimony: "His Excellency King Lionheart, who came up with this genius plan, is simply crazy, he can't bear to let his children and grandchildren kill each other for a promise, and what is even more crazy is that under such circumstances, this family with a group of abnormal guys can still last for a full three hundred years!" Hell, is the great god of light so blind? ”

Fallindo was taken aback, and hurriedly reminded his master: "Lord Lord! Don't forget that this is the Sbanany Empire, and the church will be burned at the stake. After speaking, he subconsciously looked around the two of them, obviously worried about being listened to by others.

"Afraid of what?" Viscount Juan waved his hand nonchalantly, obviously disapproving of the butler's caution: "I, Juan Habs, am from the 'blood wolf' Habs family, and our Habs family has always been loyal to His Majesty Charles XVII, the Emperor, and has been deeply relied on by His Majesty. My father was in charge of the entire House of Habs. As long as I don't say this in front of His Majesty the Pope or those old men in red clothes of the Cardinals, who in the Empire can do anything to me? These words were loud and domineering.

"That being said, I would like to ask you to be careful with what you say and do. I've heard that the new bishop is not a big-hearted man - and don't forget that he also represents the Church. If you anger the Church with your inappropriate words, I don't think your father, the Marquis Habs, the head of the blood wolves, will be pleased. Farindor did not give up persuasion because of his master's cruel words, but insisted on his own contrary advice.

"Alright, well, you won, dear Farindor." Viscount Juan Habs couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and put on a helpless look: "In that case, then send someone to tell our new bishop, and say that I will hold a banquet in the palace tonight to welcome him, and invite this bishop to come with you!" ”

"Yes, my lord." The butler Falinduo replied respectfully and withdrew with a towel.

"Alas!" Viscount Juan let out a long sigh and walked into his study: "I hope that this new bishop, Lord Bishop, will not become the umbrella of another Varna City gang!" ”

There is no doubt that the new bishop with a letter of appointment cannot be the Antonidas Proll from the Golden Lion family who died five days ago with his master, St. Ambrossi, in the deep pits of the Lito Mountains, but an impostor, the former apprentice of magic, now the new first-class magician Leo Sargeras. So where is Leo after entering the city, what is he doing, and how is he feeling?

Leo was angry.