The cheers were like a tidal wave, and even Hablon was surprised as to why Victor had such a high reputation.

What he didn't know was that compared to other non-existent city lords (yes, Hosdi), or some tyrannical helmsman who could stop the children from crying (yes, Hablon), Victor was one of the few city lords who served the people diligently.

Otherwise, why do you think that his son has been doing evil in the city for so many years, and he has not been killed? Here is the fierce Heru, with a small body like Bruw, an ordinary person like Uno who is a little stronger can bully him, except for Owen's protection, Victor's influence is the fundamental reason.

As the saying goes, kindness is the fertile ground of faith, bearing the fruit of faithfulness.

There is a precedent in the history of Nishizawa Castle where foreign mercenaries killed the lord's son and then fled to Vadan City to seek refuge, so the two city-states were separated for a while.

The ship slowly approached, and the invisible barrier around it was lowered so that the cargo could be thrown onto the ship.

Victor walked out onto the deck bathed in cheers, like an emperor. His appearance lifted the tide to another peak.

He looked at his people, and for the first time developed an attachment to life.

When the longevity species is approaching the end of their lives, they often feel endless emptiness and boredom with life, just like elves and dragons, like him, who are indeed in the minority.

After all, he still has a son who is distressed, relieved, and ruthless.

……

Hablon glanced at Hosdi, who was leaning against the railing like a nobody, staring at the scantily clad big wave of girls in the crowd drooling, like a pig.

His coffee was close to him, and it didn't look like it had been touched.

So Hablon secretly swapped the two.

He picked up the cup, deliberately drank it, and then his face changed dramatically, and he couldn't stop snorting.

"Hahaha......"

Seeing this scene with his peripheral vision, Hosdi smiled from ear to ear, took a big sip of coffee, and then showed a rainy and snowy expression.

The face is blue from the snowflakes, and the tears like a waterfall.

This time it was Hablon's turn to laugh at him.

"Look at Lord Victor." He also mentally hits the other side. "It's also the city lord, you really opened my eyes, Lord Hosdi."

It was with great difficulty that Hosdi's convulsive face straightened.

"Phew, Lord Hablon, I don't like to hear that. I'm still young, and you should compare me to the future Lord of Haimon. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to Bruux in the distance. The future lord of the castle was standing in the shadow of the mast, watching the cheering crowd in a lonely state.

At this moment, he seemed to be shrouded in his father's tall figure, surrounded by deep darkness, and no one would see or care.

"I've been missing for a day, why hasn't anyone found me?"

"Are you all blind!? Do you only have that failed father in your eyes? ”

"The future lord of the city is obviously gone, but you are immersed in boundless joy......"

Brou's hand gripping the mast was so hard that the burrs of the mast even dug into the flesh, and blood flowed.

These damned untouchables! Do they still have me in their eyes!?

The paranoia in the heart is like a flame, which suddenly rises high in the face of a strong wind called stupidity, and grows as swiftly as a weed in the spring breeze, and soon turns from a flame to a flame.

At this moment, two figures passed in front, and sporadic chattering was carried by the wind.

"What is that fool doing there?"

"Who knows, maybe it's too ugly to see people hahaha......"

Hearing these two words, Bruw's face turned red, and he suddenly jumped out, pointed at the noses of the two and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm sorry, but it's not ugly." The one on the left turned around and scratched his head: "Then what are you doing there?" Pretending to be a mast? ”

He glanced at his companion, who couldn't help but give him a thumbs up for his humor.

Both of them were mercenaries who came aboard with their employers and did not know who the person in front of them was.

"Apologize." Bruux's voice was hoarse because of his anger. "Apologize to me! Apologize to the future Haimeng City Lord! ”

The two looked at each other and were taken aback by the name. They looked at Victor in the distance, and couldn't help but feel a little unsteady.

If you dare to say that, it should be......

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