The night is hazy and the stars are falling, but the city of La Fargue is still in the festive mood of the glorious festival day, with bright magical lights illuminating the bustling city and bustling streets surging with people seeking the excitement of the nightlife.

La Fague City, a small city located in the northeastern part of the province of Silver Pine, is a small city that has a good trade economy due to its proximity to the city of Edalas, where many large merchants and court nobles live, forming the pyramid of this small city.

At the entrance of the city lord's mansion in the inner city, there are many luxurious carriages, although they all look quite delicate and gorgeous, but only a few carriages are engraved with the coat of arms representing the nobility.

The noise sounded, and the banquet of the City Lord's Mansion tonight ended, and people in beautiful clothes walked out of the City Lord's Mansion one after another, they complimented each other and smiled at each other, as if they were looking forward to the next banquet.

This is the communication of the upper class, in which you can always find people who share your interests while allocating resources.

"Master, are you going to stay in the city tonight, or go back to the manor?" The young butler asked respectfully, holding Lord Wheatley in his arms.

"Go back to the manor, you've been in the city for a long time, it's time to go back and have a look." Lord Wheatley rubbed his tired eyes and looked up at the dim starry sky, the bright moon hanging in the night.

Unlike the aristocratic gatherings in Edalas City, at that time he could only be a small person on the margins, silently watching those glamorous top nobles staggering.

In Lafargue City, he and Lord Wheatley were a great man, a nobleman with a knighthood, and he would always be surrounded by decent gentlemen and great merchants who would seek cooperation.

For some chambers of commerce and caravans, having the support of a nobleman is a very powerful layer of protection.

So, these days, there have been some banquets to invite Lord Wheatley to, and it is only natural that he will be the central figure of the banquet, tired of dealing with some unfamiliar interactions, just like the banquet in the City Lord's Mansion tonight.

"Okay, sir, then I'll drive the carriage over." The young butler bowed down, not having to endure the old hands that had always been behind his upright ass.

Crunch! Crunch!

Two oily and smooth jujube horses took elegant small square steps, steadily pulling the luxurious carriage through the noisy streets, followed by several knight attendants on horses, and after leaving the city gate, the convoy slowly drove towards the outskirts of the city.

If there's anything famous on the outskirts of Lafargue City, the Wheatley Manor is the first to go, a luxurious estate named after Lord Wheatley, which attracts many pedestrians from afar despite the overwhelming guards.

Recently, there have been occasional rumors that Lord Wheatley seems to be preparing to renovate the manor, minus the luxurious buildings, and build green vegetation in order to cling to Baron Benny, the garrison of Edalas City, I don't know if it's true or not.

It was only three or five miles away, and the lavish carriages with the coats of arms of the nobility were already on a specially constructed solid road, and a short distance from Wheatley Manor.

The young butler skillfully brandished the whip, drove the carriage steadily, and looked up at the crimson glow rendered in the night, a very beautiful scene, but he had some doubts in his heart, it was the direction of the manor, why did there be such a scene?

Ah-----h------h

After the carriage had crossed the solid road, the young butler seemed to have seen something terrified, and a piercing scream rang out in the night.

After hearing the movement, several knight attendants who followed behind the carriage quickly rode over and faintly protected the entire carriage, and then the leader of the guard trembled and said, "Old... Lord, out of ..... Affair.... Feeling.. Finish! ”

As he grew older, Lord Wheatley felt that his strength began to decline year by year, and the piercing screams that sounded in his ears made him wake up from his lethargy, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he was not pleased with the butler's gaffe.

Now hearing the trembling words of the head of the guard, he had a premonition that something was wrong, this head of the guard was recruited by him at a great cost, he was a veteran of the Ten Years of Great Patriotic War, and his strength was at the peak of the knight squire.

Lord Wheatley got up quickly, lifted the thick curtain of the carriage, and when he saw the picture in his field of vision, he couldn't help but see that his eyes were dark, and he almost fell off the carriage.

Fire!

A raging fire!

Devour the palatial Wheatley Manor!

Blood!

The flowing red blood stained the grass in the manor!

Tons of stump corpses litter the once luxurious building!

"Quick, let's go, get out of here!" Lord Wheatley's eyes were red, and he forced back the extreme sadness in his heart, and said in a urging tone.

The young butler, after all, had been away from Lord Wheatley for many years, and had seen a lot of the world, and he trembled and waved his whip in his hand, and wanted to turn his horse's head and leave.

The knightly guards around the carriage were also on guard, for fear that an enemy would suddenly emerge in the night, and it was certain from the miserable manor that they were a rather elite group of enemies, and they did not let any of them live.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

The horses' hooves hurried, and in the dark night a cavalry team quickly rushed out to surround the convoy, and at the same time, a voice with a narrow voice sounded.

"Lord Wheatley, are you in such a hurry to leave? Don't you go back to the manor to see your wife and children? ”

Through the light of the fire not far away, Lord Wheatley narrowed his eyes slightly, and watched as a knight rode out as if he were striding out, lifting his dark green visor.

"Baron Emerson, it's you!?" Lord Wheatley was slightly stunned at the familiar feminine face, and then roared angrily, his sad eyes a little incredulous.

"How dare you slaughter the nobles' families like this, aren't you afraid of the kingdom's noble council investigation?"

"Huh? It seems that the plundered golden shield and resource interests have completely destroyed the brains of your court nobles, and you can't even see the situation in the kingdom clearly. Baron Emerson smiled coldly, and looked at Lord Wheatley in front of him with contempt, mixed with a hint of pity.

"Moreover, the Council of Nobles will not do justice to you, a lord with no hope of promotion!"

Hearing this, Lord Wheatley's old body trembled slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the group of cavalry surrounding them, and the dark green armor was carved with gorgeous lines, vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Then, he suddenly thought of something, his pupils showed a bitter hatred, his right hand trembled and pointed at Baron Emerson, and said resentfully: "I will wait for you in hell, Baron Emerson!" ”

"It seems that you have already guessed, but you are wrong, I will not go to hell!" Baron Emerson drew his sword at his waist and pointed at the carriage procession with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Iron Thorns, kill them!"

The sound of killing suddenly rang out, and the spilled blood stained the solid pavement red.

The battle ended quickly, and compared with the Iron Thorn Cavalry Corps, Lord Wheatley's escort cavalry was completely vulnerable, and even worse, they dismounted and surrendered on their knees, but they still could not escape the fate of death.

"Hey, old fellow, I've been wanting to cut off your head for a long time." Baron Emerson carried a bloodied head, a slight resentment in his black pupils.

It seems to be unwilling, it seems to be cursing.