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"Your Highness!" The door to Count Romanoff's study was slammed open.

"Ahh!!h

A man and a woman screamed at the same time.

"Bastard! Didn't my brother tell you to knock on the door when you came in?! "It was the roar of the Count of Romanlov, it seems that the young Lord is still at the age of playfulness.

A gilded book was smashed so hard that Ivanovich hurriedly closed the door.

After a while, a disheveled woman came out from behind the door, apparently in a hurry to put on her clothes, and the woman hurriedly glanced at Ivanovich and hurried away.

"Come in!" And the voice of Count Romanlov also sounded, and the tone was obviously much softened.

Ivanovich pushed open the door, and saw that Count Romanov was already sitting in his chair, his eyes flickering slightly, and the scene of being knocked through by his subordinates was not a glorious thing. But Ivanovich was, after all, a retainer of his elder brother, Grand Duke Vladimir, and Count Romanov also had to give three points of face.

And Ivanovich also picked up the ancient book with a gilded cover on the ground. Count Romanlov, who had just been furious, did not hesitate to throw the precious ancient book out, so that a corner of the book was broken.

Ivanovich hurriedly put the book on the desk and took out a letter from his bosom, and the interface of the envelope had the white bear badge of the Grand Duke Vladimir.

After seeing the envelope, Count Romanloff hurriedly sat down.

Anything like this means that it will be a very important thing, and Romanloff did not dare to slack off and hurriedly closed the envelope.

Seeing that the Count had now focused all his attention on the letter and had forgotten the unpleasantness just now, Ivanovich breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness the Earl. As for that little fishing village on the Kramir Sea, I wonder if you can lift them from punishment. Along the way, he had already heard that the Count had allowed the mercenaries to loot the village, and he couldn't imagine what would happen to the villagers if that were the case.

"A small fishing village?" While laboriously unwrapping the fire paint on the envelope. Listening to what Ivanovich said, Count Romanov frowned, apparently he had forgotten about it.

"It's ・・・・・・"

"You're talking about the group of people who refuse to commit?" The count remembered, he didn't expect Ivanovich to talk to him about such a trivial matter.

I heard that the villagers in my hometown were turned into Diao people by the earl. Ivanovich became a little skewed and did not dare to refute.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Romanloff asked, without looking up at the letter written by his brother.

"I hope you will pardon them, Count!"

"What!" Suddenly, Count Romanloff stood up with a loud roar. Startled Ivanovic and almost lost his footing.

I saw the count's face in front of him look hideous, but even if his request was a little excessive, he wouldn't be so excited! Romanloff propped his hands on the table, his body trembling slightly.

"Lord Earl・・・・・・ Ivanovich asked tentatively.

"Damn it! Give me an inventory of the troops, and everyone hurry up and follow me! Romanov roared and slapped the letter on the table and walked out of the study, leaving a confused Ivanovich at a loss.

But he did not dare to read the contents of the letter, these things should not have been touched by his subordinate.

And at this moment, Count Romanlov, who was hurrying through the corridor, had a feeling of madness.

Look what he's done!!

Only now did he know the true identity of the priest in the broken church from his brother's letter! And when he passed by before, he thought like a fool that the old man was just a hillbilly guarding so many precious works of art!

Grand Imam! Grand Imam of Constantinople! The coronation of the king of Rus' back then required the permission of the Grand Imam! That's an important political capital for Grand Duke Vladimir to compete for hegemony! But he did that. If that madman Hannes is killed, he will be killed. And this will even jeopardize the career of his brother, who is now capable of competing for hegemony in addition to Grand Duke Vladimir, Grand Duke Tver, Grand Duke of Moscow and Grand Duke Novgorod.

It was scary to think about, and Romanlov couldn't help but shudder, ready to call the guards to stop it.

But he didn't know that things were spiraling out of control.

As the sun sets, Hannes and his party must flee into the mountains before it gets dark, so they can escape.

The black forest was eerie, and the shouts of the pursuers could be heard in all directions, and they were getting closer and closer. This scared Hannes. The gun in his hand was clung to it, and Chuikov was still calmly identifying the way out with a simple torch in his hand, and when he entered the valley, it would be a place where the other party could not search for it. At this time. Instead, Chuikov was a little worried about the village.

"It's a bright light!" Hannes finally waited for the light, and the group quickened their pace, but he didn't notice the solemn look in Chuikov's eyes.

They broke through many obstacles, but when they broke away from their pursuers and out of the dense forest, they were greeted by a solemn army and their weapons.

"I've been waiting a long time, Hannes." Behind the soldiers. The huge mechs approached slowly, and the mercenaries neatly moved out of the way. The mecha cabin opened, and a bewitching woman stepped out and stood on the shoulders of the fuselage.

"It's you!" Hannes's face sank, he didn't expect that the other party had already invited you into the urn here, but he underestimated the [Ice Skull].

"Let me down, my child." In the face of such an ending, the Grand Imam seemed very calm, trembling down from Chuikov's body, and after a long bump, this decayed body could no longer stand up.

"Hello, Father." The woman smiled and greeted Isdell below.

"Hello, Countess." Isdell replied lightly.

"I guess your employer's target is actually me, I wonder if I can let them go?" The old man pleaded without humility or arrogance. He was forgiven for interceding for Chuikov, but he didn't expect him to intercede for himself, which added a touch of surprise to Hannes's eyes.

"Old man, don't count on it, no one will let this woman go." Hannes poured cold water on him mercilessly. "She gave me this gift." The man tugged at his blindfold and sneered.

"It's you, you know me better, our old friend." Countess Pol said with a smile. "No one here will be alive, so don't worry! If you beg me, I'll make it better for you to die later, Hannes? ”

"Please, don't be so disgusting, I'm going to throw up. Mean woman! But Hannes spat coldly.

Looking at Hannis's contemptuous expression, the woman's face immediately turned cold, "Then I have to send you on the road together!" The Countess raised her arms and prepared to signal the soldiers to fire.

But at this moment, I just listened-

"Boom"

There was a violent explosion, flames rose on one side of the mecha, and the cannon from nowhere hit Countess Pol's car!

The grenade fragments exploded in all directions, killing and wounding one piece in an instant, and the unsuspecting mercenaries became live targets, and the scene of flesh and blood flying was shocking.

Screams and scolding were chaotic.

And just then, a steam locomotive roared in.

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