It's not that Kerr doesn't want to resist, but he can't. Whenever he tried to exert his strength and tried to struggle, he would always be blocked by the tremendous pressure from the chains before the strength could rise. This made him more and more bored, and the unpleasantness accumulated in his chest and abdomen, and the smell of blood began to appear in his mouth and nose. He deliberately chose the side of the teenager to start, but he didn't expect to plant such a big heel.

Initially Kerr was not very worried. This is Sandstone City, where his father and brother, and where he has friends. Even if you get into trouble, you can always get out safely. As long as he is soft first, as long as he can get out temporarily, as long as he is not disposed of on the spot, he will always be safe.

But with this question, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Your Excellency, you can't. Kerr looked a little flustered.

"What can't I do?"

"I ...... I didn't steal anything from you, I just thought, I haven't stolen yet!" Kerr finally found an excuse: "Your stuff is still in the package, I didn't touch it at all." ”

"Are you so sure?"

"Yes, I didn't take it! I didn't!" Kerr tried to argue, "You can open the package and see, I really didn't take anything." ”

"There's another way to prove that you didn't take it, and if you think about it, you'll definitely think of it. ”

......

Kerr thought of a way to save himself. At this time, he was naked, humiliatingly walking towards the City Lord's Mansion with Bran. Under the onlookers and fingers along the way, in the occasional teasing and banter greetings, Kerr knew that he was famous.

Kerr's family has also received news and is heading here. At the city gate, there was no shortage of his fox friends and dogs, and no one dared to move under some invisible pressure at that time. At this time, in order to show that they still had a little bit of spirit and courage, they followed behind, holding all of Kerr's belongings, and their feelings were complicated. There is schadenfreude, excitement, shame, and even some pride.

It was in this chaotic situation that Bran was taken to the City Lord's Mansion. For a roadside thief, Bran didn't take it seriously, and after a little teasing and reusing it, he left it behind. If you want to occupy Sandstone City, you need to start from the top.

When he arrived at his destination, Kerr got his wish, got rid of the chains around his neck, and was served by his fox friends and dogs, accompanied by teasing and busy dressing. He felt that the nightmare was over, and he needed to find a place to eat, drink, and suppress the horror. He wouldn't have imagined that the nightmare had just begun.

......

Bran looked at the Lord's Mansion as he and Dany walked inside, ignoring the guards guarding the door. As he went, his magic gradually unleashed, putting this place under control.

Under invisible pressure, no one dares to stand up and stop them at the moment. A butler-like figure trotted over, waved off the others nearby, and cautiously stayed by his side.

The city lord Bacchus had already walked out of the mansion at this time and quickly greeted this side. After approaching, he smiled bitterly: "You don't have to be like this, just let me know, and I will personally greet you at the gate." ”

Bran admired the city lord's reaction, and from the beginning of the inadvertent, it was like clockwork, and began to respond quickly. Someone followed from a short distance, someone ran quickly to report, and everything seemed to be in order.

"I don't dare to bother you to greet you, I'd better come in by myself. Bran didn't stop and kept walking.

In the face of Bran's unkindness, Bacchus continued, "I know what the royal family and the dragoons have done to you. But I'm just an ordinary aristocrat, I don't belong to any side. ”

"Aren't you surprised by my arrival? ”

"Yes. I won't be surprised if the dragoons or you guys are here, the difference is just a day earlier or a day later. I just didn't expect that it would come so early and appear in this way. Saying this, he laughed self-deprecatingly, "I am ready to surrender and allegiance to the Northlands. ”

"Oh——?"

"I have never harbored ill will towards the Northlands, and I have always been in awe of the Northlands. ”

This remark caused Bran to sneer, "Yes, I always thought you were a royal or a dragoon. ”

"Neither," Bacchus explained, "I'm just an unlucky person. It's somewhere between the Northlands and the Dragoon, and if there was another choice, no one would have their family roots here. ”

As they talked, the two sides entered the chamber, and Bran unceremoniously sat down on the throne. Then he ordered: "Gather all the main people in the city." ”

This behavior made Bacchus feel very unhappy, "You at least tell me what you came for." ”

"Kill. ”

Bacchus froze, anger rising. He's lowered his posture enough, why doesn't this rumored wizard Bran still not give up? Are you really afraid of you? At the moment, there are only two of you Northlanders here, and the heap has also heaped you to death.

"How are you going to let me get this message across?" Bacchus began to sneer.

"Tell them the truth, tell them that I want to kill people, and if I don't come, I will bear the consequences. ”

"Do you want to inform the Dragoon?" Bacchus, with a hint of mockery on his lips.

"Of course, there's an account to settle with them. ”

This answer made Bacchus completely lose his temper. Just when he was still hesitating, Bran continued: "Although it is the first time we have met, I believe that you should have carefully gathered information about me, and you should have heard the recent rumors. I hope you can believe what you think is exaggerated.

Your housekeeper is now arranging for your family and wants to go out for a walk, and I would suggest that it is better not to do so. Or do you want me to demonstrate death on them first.

Go ahead, I don't want to wait long. ”

Bacchus broke out in a cold sweat instantly, how did this wizard know?

......

Dani looked at Bacchus as he walked out, smiled and asked, "Is that good?" ”

"If you really want to surrender, we've been in the Northland City for a long time, why don't you see anyone coming? Sit down, don't always stand. Bran gestured to the chair beside him.

"I'd better be standing. ”

"Sit down, there's no need to be vigilant, it's all under control. And we are the masters here, how can there be any reason for the master to stand?" Bran teased.

Dani ignored Bran's teasing, stood there and asked, "What will you do when someone comes?"

"Why do you want to talk about it, the city lord is still hesitating. ”

"What is there to hesitate about?"

"yes, there's nothing to hesitate about. In fact, he should understand that this is the closest to the Northland, and if he wants to keep everything now, he can only choose the Northland. But people are always greedy, always want to wait for the price and sell, and miss the best opportunity when they delay it. And after missing the opportunity, I don't want to recognize the reality, I start to regret it, and I want to wait a little longer, holding a trace of fantasy.

He had just mentioned the dragoon, and at this time he was still thinking about betting on both ends, was it possible? In fact, from the moment I entered here, he should have understood that he couldn't keep all this, so he regretted it even more now, and he hesitated even more. He was no different from a gambler who had lost everything, and although he hadn't lost it all, my actions had stimulated him.

Oh, you can't see what he's doing. I'll tell you more about ......."

......

No matter how long it dragged on, people entered the council chamber of the city government one after another. With vigilance, with anger. Everyone knew that the Northlanders wanted to find trouble and kill people. So here they came, armed and armed with their retinue. At this time, the courtyard of the city hall was already full of people.

Bran was fiddling with a small wooden stick of varying lengths on the table. Every time a person sits down, there is an extra one on his hand. Until Bacchus, with a hint of malice, sat down in the chair beside him. Then, reaching out to Bran, he knocked on the table.

Bran looked up and smiled, "You could have lived. ”

From this sentence onwards, the whole space whispered along with Bran, and his voice echoed in the hall: "I have a small caravan, not very large and tattered, and not worth mentioning in your eyes. My caravan was first stolen and punished in this city, and now it has been confiscated by you. So as compensation, the city is now mine.

But it can't just be over. Because of you, I've wasted precious time running to this smelly place to face you disgusting garbage, so someone has to pay for it.

I have some sticks here, and I will take turns to draw one of them, and if I draw the short one, I will die. If we're lucky enough to survive, we'll move on to the rest of the conversation. ”

As Bran's words fell, Bacchus let out a loud laugh that sent the whole hall into laughter.

The dragoon, who was sitting on Bran's other side, didn't laugh, he understood better than everyone the horror of the boy in front of him. He stared at Bran and raised his voice, "This city has nothing to do with us. ”

"Smoke, I won't target you specifically, just luck. Bran stretched out the stick in his hand to the dragoon.

The dragoon thought for a moment, pulled out a stick, and threw it on the table.

Bran sighed, "Good luck, though I really want to kill you." ”

"Can I go?"

"Don't, those who are alive will continue with the rest of the arrangement. ”

Seeing the behavior of the dragoon, someone shouted, "Bad seed!"

Bacchus tapped the table to signal everyone to be quiet, and then asked, "How many more can you kill with just two Northlanders?" Why don't you stand up and look outside? Get out of here now, I can guarantee that you won't be harmed." ”

"Don't look at it, it's only here, now let's move on to the draw. Bran turned his head to the dragoon and continued, "You are wise enough to come alone. ”

The people were a little stunned and looked at Bran like fools.

The dragoon sighed and persuaded, "Don't you feel deaf and quiet outside? ”

People are turning their attention to Bacchus again, hoping that he will stand up. Only then did he realize that his head had hung down, and he had no sound. In front of everyone's eyes, he died silently.

The hall fell silent.