"The leader of the Green River family, the current leader of the Imperial Southern Legion, the guardian of the empire who guards the south and has repelled hundreds of orc invasions, the great Count Amos has arrived!"

The eunuch entourage's roll call was high and clear, smart and pleasant, like an activated pure gold string flying into the human skull cavity and jumping happily, several representatives in the hall couldn't help but whisper, but this roll call made people feel the strong old-school imperial flavor at a glance, without more than ten years of professional training since childhood castration, without a profound necromantic arcane transformation throat, it is absolutely impossible to sing such a voice. To be able to keep such eunuchs and servants in this era is a pomp that only an old-school family that really has a heritage, a heritage, and more strength can have.

With the sound of the banknotes, Count Asmo walked briskly into the hall, surrounded by several guards.

Compared with the roll call of the eunuch retinue, the number of the earl's retinue guards seems to be a little less, only a few, far less than the front and back hugs of several other family representatives, but the quality is not low at all, those guards are all wearing the uniforms of the Southern Legion, and the stripes on them show that they are all high-level battle mages, and these mages who specialize in combat in the general family are all used as the core to the town. This style made those family representatives unable to bear the envy of Zhuo.

But Count Amos, who had walked briskly, had a cold face, and did not give much of a glance at the others in the hall, as if the ants on the side of the road were not worthy of his attention. Of course, he doesn't need any guards, and he doesn't care about any pomp, but now that he has to have a dialogue between families, then the necessary etiquette must also be there, even if he doesn't have to show these ants, his own people always have to look at it.

That's right, their own people. Thinking of this, Count Amos felt a rare sense of helplessness and boredom. Even if it is both powerful and personal strength, he is definitely at the top of the mainland, which does not mean that he has nothing to worry about. But fortunately, these worries are coming to an end, starting today.

"It is a great honour for you to be here in the midst of a hundred mao, Lord Earl. A fat old man at the head bowed, a greasy smile on his face. "It's not that we have to work on your master, it's that this dispute is too complicated, and there are some differences within the Green River family, so we have to ask you to preside over the overall situation∫ and I was still telling them about your heroic deeds just now."

"No more nonsense, Anthony, get down to business. Count Amos glanced at the fat old man at the head, the only object in the hall that deserved a slight scrutiny. He knew that this man, the head of the Anthony family, was a true arcane nobleman who also survived from the Imperial Era, and such an existence was of course more advanced than the ants, probably a smarter goblin, no, a roadside vendor or something.

"Ah, yes. Your skilful military demeanor is truly admirable, Lord Earl. Anthony applauded lightly and smiled as if he had just won a million Augin. "We've also brought all the documents and formalities we can gather, would you like to go through them all?"

"No need. Since you can bring it, it means that there is no problem. Count Amos glanced coldly behind Anthony. "All I want to know is, who is the person who wants to engulf the Green River family's fortune?"

"Ah, it depends on what you said," Anthony, especially the men behind him, suddenly turned a lot more ugly.

"Well, Lord Earl, you are mistaken, no one wants to swallow up the Green River family's property. With a cough, a middle-aged man dressed delicately and elegantly stepped forward. "We are just trying to reclassify some of the unclear property rights on the edge of the Green River Territory, and we have found enough evidence and documents to prove that the mines do belong to Baron Bjelica. The Bjelica family was slaughtered by foreign armies during the war, and everyone thought that the Bjelica family had completely disappeared, but in fact they still have a lineage of heirs that have been passed down."

"Are you a Highlander?" Although the middle-aged man showed good upbringing and proficiency in his words and demeanor, Count Amos could still see his details at a glance. Quite simply, only those highlanders who don't know the depths will talk self-righteously after he has clearly expressed their disgust, and growing up in the vulgar and wild Inclave Heights will always have some logical and simple illusions, such as what contracts and rules are put on the surface, and so on.

"Contemptible Baron Ali Rozier. The middle-aged man bowed gracefully and said, "I am from Incre, Lord Earl. However, our Rozier family is a legitimate imperial aristocracy with a history of 200 years in the Green River Valley, and it was only during the war that my father and grandfather led the family to take refuge in Incre. When I was younger, I joined Incre's Pioneer Mage Regiment, where I met the heirs of the Bjelica family, and through a few years of fighting side by side, I became very good friends with the Bjelica brothers, and then when I left Inclave the year before, I bought the ownership of the three veins in his possession at a reasonable price."

Count Amos frowned slightly, his eyes stayed on the middle-aged man's face, as if he was listening to his inspirational business story, but in fact, his thinking had already crossed this ant, and he didn't care whether the story in the ant's mouth was true or false, and his thinking logic was touching and exploring the deep logic behind this matter.

That's right, it's Inclave. Only Incre has the motive, the guts, and uses such boring means to do this kind of thing.

About a month ago, someone took the so-called Bjelica family's mineral holding certificate to find the Great Plains Mage Alliance, and asked for Rong from the Green River family's legal assets, which caused a lot of turmoil in the Green River family.

But the core of this turmoil is not actually the problem of these minerals.

The minerals and the surrounding thousands of acres of arable land were indeed the assets of the Belica family, and they were annexed by the Green River family after the war, but this kind of thing was very much after the war, and there were countless Daxing clans who were wiped out under the alien alliance, but their assets were still more or less retained, and naturally became a feast for other families. Afterwards, these original owners re-emerged and wanted to Rong assets from time to time, and the results were usually inconclusive, how could the meat swallowed be so easy to spit out, and the big family that had eaten a lot of brains and intestines was not something that a few broken households with dry documents could deal with, and it was even kind to give some money and small territory compensation indiscriminately, and more importantly, these documents and the identity of the bitter master would be proved to be all forged, and even the bitter master himself would inexplicably evaporate from this world.

So it's not a big deal for someone to come to Rong Assets, but when the Green River family was about to use the usual routine to solve it, they found that this guy somehow actually pulled in several powerful families in the Plains Mage Alliance to help him stand on the platform, and then took advantage of the hesitation of the Green River family, and I don't know how to trick a few side branches of the family into supporting him. These side branches were originally a little dissatisfied with the excessive power of the main family, and they all broke out in one fell swoop, and the internal meeting of the family also staged a full martial arts because of disagreements and quarrels, and the three branch heads were seriously injured, and the entire Green River family was in turmoil for a while, and several branch families actually wanted to break away from the Green River family, and Count Amos could only return from the Scorching Fortress to deal with it.

It was purely an internal matter within the family, and Count Amos didn't care much about it. As long as he is there, even if the Green River family is just a waste waiting for death, it will never be shaken by a little turmoil, but he keenly smells a trace of unusual hostility from this turmoil, it is reasonable for an outsider to win over some families to give him a strong momentum, but it is as accurate as a scalpel to find the contradictions within the Green River family, and then quickly expand the contradictions, this is not a matter of luck or intelligence, this is definitely someone behind the ghost, Count Amos must personally determine the identity of this sudden enemy。

And now you can be sure. It's not just this ant who claims to be an authentic nobleman of the empire, but the fat old man next to him who doesn't speak much is the real evidence. Count Amos glanced at Anthony, who did not speak, but smiled like a flower. The guy was now following behind Inclave's ass, hoping that the highlanders would give him a piece of fat enough, so he jumped up and down from the saddle to the ground. Presumably, he assumed that Inclave would be the successor of the new Empire. It's sad.

I have to say that this wedge trick they played is quite beautiful. The Earl himself is no longer invulnerable, there are tens of thousands of people up and down in the Green River family, in addition to the three major families such as Amos, there are also large coercion branch families, among which the various interests and grievances have accumulated for hundreds of years, and it is normal for some people who are familiar with the inside situation to sow discord among them, and it is normal for contradictions and turmoil to occur.

As long as people are still in society, the power of the individual cannot be separated from the collective, and without the support of the big family, no matter how high the level of arcane art is, he can only be a researcher at most, and no matter how high his combat effectiveness is, he can only be a thug at most. And when an opponent is too strong to deal with head-on, it is a good thing to target the family forces behind him, even if it is impossible to uproot, at least it can make him upset. Also, take a look at the other party's reaction, see the other party's attitude, and prepare the next step to specify a targeted countermeasure.

A bunch of self-righteous idiots. The Count laughed.

"In between, I hope the Earl will seriously consider my proposal, after all, it is related to the reputation of the Green River family, as well as the legal sanctity of the entire Great Plains Mage Alliance, does the Earl have any thoughts on this?" Seeing the count's smile, Baron Rozier, who was foaming at the mouth and showing his eloquence, immediately put on a smiling face, ready to meet any reproaches and opinions that were expected.

It's a pity that the earl can't waste his energy to express any opinion on an ant under his feet, he didn't even look at it again, but just nodded at him casually, this middle-aged man who was dressed up and had a very pure aristocratic taste opened his mouth and stared at him wide-eyed. Just before the people around him could react to what was going on to make him so unruly, he saw his mouth open wider and wider, his tongue spit out, his eyes bulged to the extreme, and then he was squeezed out of his sockets.

In the next second, the baron was like a tomato that had been violently pinched by an invisible giant hand, the entire ground collapsed and deformed, and the muscles, bones, and internal organs with various bodily fluids rushed to decompose and crack and then splash out, piling up a thick layer of flesh and blood mud on the ground several meters of Fang Yuan.

As a native of Inclave mage, or a mage who has participated in the battle pioneer group, this Baron Rozier is of course a perennial protective prop, and he will not forget to trigger the sequencing technique, but in front of the captain of the Yanlong Legion, these things are not much stronger than a soap bubble.

Screams like women being raped erupted from the mouths of several mages, almost all of whom were noble mages who had never been on the battlefield, and who probably hadn't even experienced the anatomy class of necromancy, let alone the disintegration of the flesh and blood of the living in front of them. When the two female representatives rolled their eyes and fainted, more than half of them were weak under their feet and collapsed directly on their seats in horror.

Only Master Anthony can be regarded as a big man who has seen a big scene, and he can still stand, but he is also shocked and angry, and there is no blood on his fat face, and he can no longer squeeze out the slightest smile, so he can only look at Count Amos and say: "Lord Earl, this is the arbitration hall of the Plains Mage Federation." How can you?"

"They wanted to see my attitude∫ so they showed it. Count Amos tossed him a faint remark. "Tell them that if they want to see more, they will see it soon. ”

After saying this, the Count turned around and left, and the Legion battle mages followed silently. From the time he walked into the hall to the time he walked out, it took him only five minutes, and he said no more than ten words, pinching an ant to squeeze an Inkray mage into a pulp, as casually and easily as if he were passing by.

"This is your madness, this is a provocation to all the mages of the Great Plains, an insult to all the arcane nobles!" Everyone in the hall was so shocked that they couldn't speak, only Master Anthony could still shout in anger.

Count Amos had heard the roar, of course, but he didn't pause in his head, nor did he pause in his feet, and he didn't bother to respond to the wailing of a small vendor after his stall had been overturned.

The political arts of compromise, temptation, and exchange of interests can only be produced when both sides recognize each other at the same level. Count Amos was no stranger to these methods, he was at the helm of the Green River family, he was the commander of the Southern Legion, and he was very familiar with the art of compromise, but he didn't like it. He was a soldier, he was a strong man, and he was impatient with any compromise and tolerance of the weak and the foolish, even if the interests of these weak and foolish combined constituted this social order, constituted a large and small force, and even he had to borrow the strength from it.

But soon he didn't need it anymore. He came here today to see for himself who was doing the trick, and then to show them and everyone that he would no longer have to follow the rules of these weak and foolish people.

Back to the Green River family, Count Amos's methods were also very fierce, he directly punished the branch families who were bewitched by Inkray, replaced them with new heads and confiscated a considerable part of their assets. Of course, this simple and crude way will leave sequelae, and the resentment under the pressure will ferment and bounce back in other ways at other times, but he doesn't care anymore. As long as that plan is successfully completed, there will never be any 'other time'. Whether it's the highlanders of Incre, the fools of the Great Plains Mage Federation, or the rice worms within the Green River family, there will never be a time to bother him anymore.

In just a day or two, Count Amos was able to settle these trivial matters that had annoyed him and return to the Southern Legion.

Almost as soon as he returned to the Legion's office and dismissed the rest of his entourage, the Count sent a text message to Master Rova, who couldn't wait to know the latest developments in that crucial plan. Master Roy had already reported before he left that the entire structure was almost complete, and that all that remained was some crucial finishing touches, and he hoped to hear new surprises.

Strangely enough, Master Rova didn't reply to the arcane message.

This made Count Amos feel very surprised≡ this is the first time in the more than ten years since Master Rova took over as the head of the Legion** that this is the case, the ** master who lives by studying the arcane has almost no private life to speak of, all the time he spends in the laboratory, and the mind that has undergone the arcane transformation only needs a few minutes of rest every day. Until this plan is completed, there is no reason for him to leave the Scorching Fortress.

After a brief period of confusion, Count Amos sent another message to Baron Cheria, the commander of the Nightstalk's troops, who had been on standby in the fortress all this time. This is a very good grasp of the practical villain, will never let go of the opportunity to welcome himself in the upcoming good time.

But the text message still didn't get a reply. At this moment, Count Amos fell into a brief trance, obviously this was still his familiar office, or in the familiar scorching fortress, within his territory, but there seemed to be a strange strangeness hovering around, and a chill that had not been seen for decades suddenly hit his heart.

A footstep came to the door of his office, and the crisp, pleasant and very formulaic voice of the internal affairs staff sounded outside the door: "Your Excellency Legion Commander∑ Deputy Commander Cheqi and the Excellencies of the Legion Committee are waiting for you in the conference hall, the Second Emergency Impeachment Bill of the Imperial ** Regiment has been initiated, please be sure to go and participate." ”

"Second Emergency Impeachment Act?" the Count muttered. Even if he didn't have to waste his energy on these provisions, he still remembered some of them, especially the important legion bills that might be tied to his position. The Second Emergency Impeachment Act refers to an emergency measure that can be initiated by the Legion's committee when the Legion's leaders abuse their power to the detriment of the interests of the Empire and the Legion itself, and the situation is serious. As far back as he can remember, the Southern Corps had never used this emergency bill.

A loud laugh burst out of the earl's mouth, and laughter echoed through the wide office, and some small objects trembled in the voice.

"Good~always good!" Although he was laughing, there was not the slightest smile in the earl's eyes, only a chill.

It turned out that the farce of the Green River family was just a bait to lure himself out of the scorching fortress, and he actually condescended to look down on those people who played with his brother's cleverness, but he didn't think of the real means, and the real deadly backstab was here.

Very good indeed. Even Count Amos, who has lived through the imperial era, has to admit that this is indeed a beautiful plan. He opened the door to his office, ignored the housekeeper at the door, and strode toward the committee's chamber.

The conference hall located on the top floor of the Scorching Fortress is dedicated to the use of the high-level members of the legion, and it is rare to open it once in a few years, and those who can become the high-level of the Southern Legion are all real bigwigs, and if it is not a real major event, it will not lead these people to gather together. But today was undoubtedly a truly significant event, and as soon as Count Amos walked in, he saw all seven members of the Legion, including of course the Deputy Commander of the Legion, Count Doncech, sitting at the conference table, waiting for him, and the three members who had been his staunch supporters were now expressionless.

The scene looked similar to the arbitration hall of the Plains Mage Guild a few days ago, and Count Amos still strode up to his seat and sat down, looked directly at the others, and asked bluntly: "Say, what are you going to impeach me, what are you trying to do with me?"

Count Don Chech was only about fifty, his slightly fat cheeks were full of light smiles, he looked like a young and light version of Anthony's ** division, in the face of the ruthless questioning of the regiment commander, he still maintained a very good aristocratic demeanor, and said unhurriedly: "Your Excellency Amos is not in a hurry, this is just a normal meeting within a regiment, you have led the Southern Army for nearly twenty years, and you have achieved very remarkable results." In fact, each of us sincerely hopes that you will continue to lead, but there are some unexpected circumstances that make us have to initiate this bill."

Count Amos grimaced, and patiently did not interrupt the deputy captain's speech. Of course, in terms of personal strength, he is fully capable of dealing with that highland mage, and a single arcane can turn him into flesh and blood. But he can't, this is a scorching fortress, and what he has to face is not a farce of a group of weak fools begging for an exchange of benefits, but a political conspiracy that is deep and deep. Each of these people is a scheming politician, and if they dare to gather here, they will definitely have countermeasures in place, and the arcane sequence in the Legion must be firmly shrouded in this place, something that can never be fought against by individual strength. At least for the time being.

And he also wanted to hear what kind of force could mobilize these people together against him. This is an extravagant turmoil, there must be a huge force or interest behind it to promote, this power and this interest is something that Incre can't do, those highlanders have money, but they are only rich, and they are far from being able to cover the sky with one hand in the Great Plains.

"It's just that there is now ample evidence that you sent a group of Night Stalkers directly under the Legion to assassinate the Marquis of Arroyo. This is an absolute violation of the Legion's regulations, and a violation of the laws of the Empire, which is why we have urgently activated this bill, and at this point you have indeed crossed the line, Legion Commander. ”

Count Doncucci's words finally got to the point, the look on his face was a little more gloomy than just now, and there was something that could not be said to be schadenfreude or genuine disgust between his words, and the rest of the council was the same, and several people who had never dealt with him had seen it with naked hostility, and even the three members who had been on his side showed a little helplessness.

Hearing this, Count Amos's heart sank and he suddenly understood what was going on.

The Marquis of Arroyo inherited a share of his ancestors' position in the Legion, under the command of a Legion commissioner who was not very good with Count Amos, but he was a peripheral member of the Legion except for a name, and in fact he had little influence in the Legion. But I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck, this playboy who is addicted to ** and so-called art actually summoned a succubus from the lower world and established a confused sect under the guise of Eros. And this confused sect has attracted some of the Legion to become his regular guests. And the Legion commissioner at Arroyo's head used this confused sect as a platform to attract some swinging legionnaires to his side.

This was a very bad sign, so Count Amos adopted a very radical solution, directly erasing the confused sect and the Marquis of Arroyo, and by the way, raising a new Marquis Arroyo, and bringing many of the Arroyo family's estates into the pocket of the Green River family.

From the point of view of the battle of the nobility, this is not a big deal, but from the point of view of the legion, it is a matter that touches the bottom line. Borrowing the power of the legion for public and private use, and using violent means to directly eliminate political enemies from the top is intolerable to any organization.

Of course, Count Amos knew, so he sent his most trustworthy men to carry it out, and he believed in the loyalty of that man and in his ability. So he replied in a deep voice: "What solid evidence do you have? Even if the new Marquis Arroyo sells his property to the Green River family, it is normal behavior. And the death caused by the previous Marquis Arroyo's summoning of the creatures of the lower realm to go out of control was determined by both the legion and the temple. ”

"It's a pity. Count Doncic squeezed out a smiling smile. "The mercenary hired by the Night Stalkers to carry out this mission has voluntarily surrendered. ”

Count Amos narrowed his eyes: "Just because of an outsider of unknown origin, you want to condemn me?"

"No, it's not from an unknown origin. Count Doncic laughed genuinely and amusedly. "He is a man with a great identity and a great background, and his identity and words have been recognized and affirmed by the gods, which is irrefutable. ”