After listening to Robnia's words, Stephanie frowned, she had already asked her subordinates about the situation that day, and knew that it was actually the knights on Robnia's side who made the first move and suffered heavy losses. But looking at the glamorous girl with a hint of guilt, Stephanie did not show her unhappiness in her heart.

After all, Stephanie had secretly received the news that the Fifth Legion of the Byzantine Empire had gathered 20,000 soldiers to attack Blackson Castle. With such a huge force, it is not enough for only 4,000 'Nightblade Leopard' bandits to resist. Especially when the army was pressing, the old bandit groups that had been ambushed before were ready to move again, which could not help but make her feel worried.

Looks like Robnia has a deep sense of disgust for the scar that grabbed her, and wants to hand it over?Stephanie was silent.

For the number one fighter under her command, Stephanie is very reluctant to lose him. However, it didn't take long for Stephanie to make a decision, what is the gain of losing a capable subordinate for the survival of the 'Nightblade Leopard'?

It's not that Stephanie is cold and ruthless by nature, it's just that things are man-made, and when it is decided, it will be decided, for an iron-blooded figure like Stephanie who can lead thousands of bandits, how to choose between the pros and cons, and how to distinguish which is more important.

Stephanie sighed lightly and said, "Miss Robnia, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation for those who have offended you. ”

Robonia nodded with a smile and continued to leisurely sip the potpourri tea in her hand. At this time, the girl's heart was very proud, although she knew afterwards that night that she had done oolong, and mistakenly thought that the hateful werewolf bandit had "bullied" her, but she was angry at the thought of the werewolf bandit who had captured her again.

That night, after she used her fireball spell to burn down the werewolf bandit's room and the wine stored in it, the werewolf bandit was furious and attacked her without knowing any pity. Originally, her magic level was lower than the fighting spirit level of the werewolf bandits, and in close combat with the warriors, the mage suffered a serious loss, so she was quickly restrained by the werewolf bandits.

And the werewolf bandit caught her the same time as he had captured her for the first time, and he had his hand savagely jammed her neck like an eagle catching a chicken. So much so that she almost fainted again.

The old hatred has not disappeared, and the new hatred has increased!

Later, Stephanie, the leader of the 'Nightblade Panthers' bandit group, hurried over when she heard the news and stopped the werewolf bandits, and the werewolf bandits let go of her in a huff.

In the next few days, Stephanie, the leader of the 'Nightblade Panthers' bandits, was extremely polite to her, and she was full of humility.

At first, Robonia was puzzled by the attitude of the 'Nightblade Panthers' bandits, but soon understood why.

The female leader who commanded thousands of bandits was obviously not as ignorant as the coarse men under her, and she knew very well what would happen if she offended the Heywood family, so she tried her best to please herself and wanted to get the matter to light.

After figuring it out, Robonia was relieved.

However, as she was about to leave the Nightblade Panthers, Robonia was reluctant to let go of the savage orc who had more than once broken her pride, thinking that she would have to make him suffer a little bit no matter what.

After all, she was born in a big aristocratic family, and she has the pride and dignity that the big aristocratic family regards as more precious than life, and her pride and dignity have disappeared twice in front of the same orc.

......

The dark night has always been a time of undercurrent, full of intrigue and betrayal, ruthlessness and abandonment.

Blade drank silently, and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him without saying a word.

His home had been burned down by Raffonia a few days earlier, and Stephanie had to arrange a new home for him in Blackson Castle.

Since the members of the 'Nightblade Panthers' bandit have grown several times over, and the number of rooms in Blackson Castle is only so large, it is difficult to make extra rooms. In addition, Blade likes to live alone and does not like to squeeze into a group dormitory with others. Therefore, Stephanie really struggled with arranging a new residence for Blade.

"It seems that until Blackson Castle is expanded, Scar will have to arrange a temporary residence. That's what Stephanie thought to herself. Of course, such thoughts happened before Robonia asked her for someone.

Eventually, the temporary shelter was chosen. However, due to the remoteness of the temporary residence in Blackson Castle, especially away from the castle's common dining places, Stephanie had to arrange for a maid to be assigned to Blade to deliver meals to his door every day.

The reason for this is that Blade had made it clear to Stephanie that he was happy with all other aspects of the temporary residence, but he was not satisfied that it was too far from the place to eat and that he did not want to make the trip. For Blade's laziness, Stephanie had no ...... of language at the time.

That night, Ward carried a barrel of spirits and a few snacks to Blade's new residence, ready to connect with Master. Just when the two masters and apprentices were drinking and eating food, an uninvited guest suddenly came to visit.

The person who came was the necromancer Draenor, the former leader of the 'Skull and Bones Society' and one of the five deputy leaders of the current 'Nightblade Panther' bandit group. Number Seven

"Hehe, Scar, Ward, you two masters and apprentices are really Yaxing, drinking alone here. Draenor said with a smile as soon as he entered. However, the smile that appeared on his bony face was simply more ugly than crying.

"Yes...... President!" At the first sight of Draenor, Ward subconsciously stood up from the table.

"Hehe, Ward, what are you shouting? The Skull and Bones Society no longer exists, I'm now the deputy head of the Nightblade Panther, don't shout. Draenor smiled and corrected Ward's mistake.

"Yes, Deputy Commander. Ward looked at Draenor and replied a little unnaturally.

After all, when he was in the 'Skull and Bones Society' before, because he was a sixth-level warrior, his combat power was not low, and he belonged to the type that dared to fight and kill, so he was quite appreciated by Draenor and treated him well.

Although Ward knew that this was just a gesture of grace used by Draenor as a pawn, he was still in awe and grateful to Draenor as the president.

Later, the 'Skull and Bones Society' was swallowed up by the 'Nightblade Leopard', and Draenor went from being the head of the 'Skull and Bones Society' with real power for a while, to becoming the deputy head of the 'Nightblade Leopard' who was purely a fictitious display and had no real power at all. And indirectly caused all this, it was Stephanie's newly recruited werewolf powerhouse. Now that he has worshipped this werewolf powerhouse as his teacher, Ward always feels a little sorry for him when facing Draenor.

"Deputy Commander, I don't know what happened to me visiting late at night?" Blade asked slowly, putting down the wine glass in his hand.

"Hehe, I'm going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, Scar, you know, our head has already sold you to the Byzantine Empire. Draenor was still smiling, but his words were like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

Blade was stunned for a moment, and then asked quietly, "What do you mean?"

"Not only you, but also Ward, and even those brothers who went out with you to rob the Heywood family, all of them will be handed over to the Byzantine government. Draenor further said.

"Deputy Commander, what the hell is going on?" Ward asked, looking shocked.

"Scar, Ward, don't you realize that you went out to catch the 'fat sheep' this time, and only to capture the eldest daughter of the most powerful family in Byzantium, what does it mean to the 'Nightblade Leopard' and to you?" Draenor asked loudly with a long sigh.

Blade's brow gradually furrowed, and Ward seemed to think of something, and his face gradually became solemn.

Blade and Ward's expressions fell into Draenor's eyes, and Draenor kept sneering in his heart, but his face made a long sigh.

"Alas, Scar, Ward, you have caused a catastrophe! The Heywood family is powerful, but what can we offend with a gang of bandits? You have unknowingly captured Miss Robnia and provoked the Heywood family, which has brought destruction to the 'Nightblade Panther' and brought death to yourself!"

"The 20,000 Byzantine Empire soldiers who are now crusading against our 'Nightblade Panthers' have set up camp less than fifteen kilometers away from Blackson Castle, and they can send troops to attack Blackson Castle at any time. Everyone knows that this imperial army is here for Miss Robonia. Although the commander of the regiment has already said that he has negotiated terms with the Imperial army, he will escort Miss Robnia out of Blackson Castle in the near future, and hand her over to the Imperial army, as long as Miss Robonia is safe, the Imperial army will retreat at that time. However, our regimental commander didn't finish his sentence....... At this, Draenor paused deliberately.

"Is there anything else she hasn't said?" Blade asked in a deep voice.

What she didn't say was that at the same time as Miss Robonia was released, all the brothers who had participated in Miss Robonia's abduction that day would also be handed over to the Byzantine Empire. Draenor stared at the blade and said word for word.

At the end, he sighed again: "After handing you over to the Byzantine Empire government, do you still have your lives? In order to save the 'Nightblade Leopard', the regimental commander is ready to sacrifice the lives of more than 100 of you!"

"Deputy Commander, are all of this true?" snapped the glass in Ward's hand shattered in his rage. You know, bandits like them, once in the hands of the Byzantine Empire, usually face only a guillotine or gallows!

"Of course it's true, if nothing else, Stephanie will arrest you tomorrow. Moreover, I heard that you are still the focus of the arrest!"

"Why should we trust you? The head of the regiment won't let you get involved in such a confidential matter, right?" Blade asked after a moment of silence.

Ward looked at Draenor with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Indeed, this nominal deputy head of the regiment, who has no real power, is logically unqualified to participate in such a confidential matter.

"Would you believe it if I told you that Hughes told me all this?" said Delaenor with a smile.

"I'm done with that, you two better make plans early! If you don't believe you, then I can't leave!"