Consité Dante and Romanloff took two steps back at the same time vigilantly, both of them knowing that with their current state at the end of the crossbow, it was completely impossible for them to be the opponent of the T-type mecha in front of them. But the other party's words are not easy to believe.

"Are you finally willing to show up?" Romanlove muttered softly, while the greatsword in his hand was still aimed at the incomparably huge mecha in front of him. It's a scene that's both frightening and funny. In front of the T-type mech, Romanloff is as ridiculous as a three-foot kid waving a tree branch to challenge a giant bear.

But it is clear that neither Romanloff nor Constance Dante are people who are waiting to be killed.

"Now I don't think there's any need for such tension, does it? Romanloff, and another gentleman. I don't think you want to die and the net is broken. The man said indifferently, looking at the two vigilant mechs in front of him.

"My lord, those two boys deserve death, don't believe them, you can't let them go!" As soon as he heard that the adult behind him said this, Shuvalov immediately became anxious. You must know that one of his arms was cut off, and he would not let go of such a deep hatred. Now the only thing Shuvalov wants to do is to cut Cons, Dante and Romanloff with a thousand knives!

"[Cold Wind], kill them!" Shuvalov yelled at the mecha beside him, wanting to slash first and then play.

Wind!?

Consdante's heart was slightly touched, and Oginets told him that the leader of the North Wind Mercenary Regiment was not the man named [Cold Wind]. Could it be ・・・・・

At this time, Constance Dante also noticed that there was a pattern on the chest of the huge mecha that symbolized the howling wind.

"Shut up! No, let me say it a third time, I've warned you before, Shuvalov. Now you're not qualified to say that! A cold rebuke immediately made Shuvalov retreat, not daring to interject. Apparently his master was furious!

Look in front of you

"Why should I believe you? I've made a mess of your territory! Romanloff shrugged his shoulders and said with a sneer. Do you really want to let me go willingly? ”

"Then you depend entirely on your worth, you have made a mess here, and my loss is something that you have not been able to repay all your life as a gladiator. But it would be a waste to be a gladiator with your abilities, and you are worth far more than here. That's why I say I'm willing to negotiate with you, not because I'm afraid or anything, but because people who are capable deserve respect everywhere. The man said.

"Hmph, is it above power again?" Romanloff sneered.

"That's the case back then, and in today's troubled times, law and faith are just a piece of paper, and only power is hard currency, isn't it?" The man has a smile on the corner of his mouth, although he is very snobbish, but this is the truth, if it is not valuable, and why should it be respected.

"So what are we talking about, and how are we talking? I don't want to be someone else's tool, someone else's slave! After listening to the other party's words, Romanloff suddenly said loudly, as if he also wanted to compromise.

"Your ambitions are not small!" The man's gaze was cold, but he didn't turn his face immediately, but said, "I wanted you to join my command before, but I was self-inflicted." You're trickier than I thought, but it's not impossible. Since I don't want to be my eagle dog, that's an ally. I saw his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became subtle, "But do you really have the qualifications?" ”

Now Constance Dante also saw that Romanloff didn't just want to get rid of here and be free, but had a bigger intention, he actually wanted to sit on an equal footing with the people behind Shuvalov!

"You are presumptuous!" The furious Shuvalov finally couldn't help it, not because of how loyal he was to defend the man's dignity, but because he couldn't stand that Romanov wanted to step on him. "Why don't you kill him! My lord, we still have Ten and that kind of thing anyway, and we don't need them anymore! ”

This time, the man did not scold Shuvalov again, but looked at Consition Dante and Romanloff silently, and the two of them were also a little uncomfortable by each other's gaze, and their hearts tightened.

Yes, there is no absolute need for men to recruit Cons, Dante and Romanlov. Mecha Knights are indeed very rare, but war can never be changed by one or two people, otherwise the Holy See would not need to train such an army, let alone spend all the effort to drag down the New Roman Empire. In comparison, a disobedient pawn is nothing if it costs some money to get rid of it. Scanning the destroyed scene below, the man's eyes were faintly revealing a hint of murderous intent. This immediately alarmed both Cons, Dante and Romanloff.

"It's a pity!" The man shook his head slightly, raising an arm as if to make a move.

But at this moment, Constance Dante's voice suddenly sounded.

"Your Excellency, I think you can think about it for the time being, rather than making a decision so quickly. Besides, I am a member of Queen Yadwiga, and if you do this, I am afraid it will not be in your favor. ”

Constance Dante's sudden words made the man's body tremble inadvertently, and he slowly lowered his arm, looking meaningfully at the severed arm mecha in front of him, silent. He neither denied nor admitted.

And in fact, the masked man in front of him is really the Grand Duke of Novgorod - Alexander Neusky! He was not only the nominal ruler of the city, but also the ruler of the gang-infested Lower Town. Alexander couldn't help but be a little shocked, how could this person know his identity! He had already moved to kill in his heart, and temporarily stopped his intention to give orders, and there was an extra layer of jealousy in his eyes.

Queen Yadwiga's people, those Poles? The Poles had been in contact with the Noble Council for a long time, but it was enough for him to consider whether it was necessary to intervene.

Looking at the other party's reaction, at this moment, Constance Dante could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He was just taking a chance to guess, after all, he wasn't sure. But I didn't expect it to work. If it weren't for the scene where he saw the protection of the [North Wind Mercenary Regiment] when Alexander appeared at the dock before, Cons Dante would not have immediately thought of Archduke Alexander because of the name of [Cold Wind]. It's just that now Constance Dante can't believe that the man who runs the black industry here is actually Alexander, the Duke of Novgorod! (To be continued.) )