"My lord, the envoy of the Southern Noble Alliance of the Subic Kingdom asks for an audience. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Mei Long said to me.

"Southern Noble Alliance, what's that?"

Hearing this new term, I was very puzzled, for this so-called "Southern Noble Alliance", this is the first time I have heard it, this sounds like an alliance force, it should be a community of interests composed of the major nobles in the south of Subic. But after dealing with the so-called great noble lords who are "loyal to Her Royal Highness the Princess", I have little hope of uniting them.

Arrogant and not lacking in arrogance, verbally respectful but in fact not taking us seriously at all. When Mei Long went to visit these nobles, basically no nobles wanted to look at him directly, and they didn't entertain him until they found out that Mei Long was a master of sky battles, but even this conversation with us was arrogant and insincere. And the relationship between these nobles is even more chaotic, all kinds of grievances and chaos, some nobles between the Liang Zi is no worse than the royal family, has always been intrigued, attacking each other, when Mei Long came back with a look of anger, said that it is better to unite with the robbers than to be with them. I have long lost hope for them, let alone that they may come back to us.

However, it seems that we still underestimate the degree to which these nobles are shameless in the face of interests.

"After the defeat of Salondron against us, the nobles of the south began to oppose him en masse, and some of the impatient nobles even demanded his abdication, and now the two sides have begun to attack in all respects except military means. However, Salondran's methods are very tough, and the execution is also very effective, now one of the six nobles in the south has gone bankrupt and exiled one, and one of the remaining four nobles is in civil strife because of the competition for property by their descendants, and now the Gix family, the Margot family, and the Haus Harland family have been forced to form an alliance to deal with the constant economic offensive of the royal family. Now these big nobles can't sit still, they are all asking for help, and it is estimated that they are coming back to us for support. ”

After listening to Mei Long's words, my evaluation of these nobles dropped again, and I lost even more confidence in their so-called cooperation. However, I still summoned this envoy, after all, this is a good opportunity to deal with the kingdom, and although these nobles make me dissatisfied, but the accumulation of hundreds of years has also made them rich and powerful, I am really unwilling not to scrape some benefits from them.

So although it disturbed my intimate conversation with my sister, I decided to meet him anyway, and to draw on this messenger with my sister to see how they would react to their so-called allegiance.

"The third heir of the noble Glory Family, the third heir of the Margot family, the lord of Hani City, the recipient of the Kingdom Medal of Honor, the arm of the noble lord of the Marquis of Malot, the heroic and invincible vanguard of the legion, the benevolent ruler of the realm, Viscount Huntal Margot has come to meet His Excellency Lord Li Xiaopan of the Tibetan Soldier City!"

From the distance of a building, I heard the shouts of the guards of the so-called messenger, and I looked through the window in my bedroom, and a whole group of guards carrying the banner of the Malott family had forcibly cleared our streets, and drove away the vendors in our streets, and formed two lines, and a carriage much more luxurious than mine had stopped before the long line, and the viscount, who had a long list of titles, was now stepping down from the carriage with a very slow pace, Step by step, we walked in the direction of our base camp. And in front of him, there were always two servants with brooms, cleaning the dust from the road in front of His Excellency the Viscount.

"This TM is here to beg me?! What kind of aristocratic shelf, am I a lord or is he a lord! Does he think I'm a petty official under his rule? Now that he's making such a big show, will he still let me polish his shoes in a while! ”

Seeing this scene, I became angry directly, and even in the eyes of outsiders, it can be described as thunderous. Even my sister was shocked, when it was just the two of us, I never got angry, let alone scolded anyone. But today I made an exception, because this rotten and disgusting aristocratic style makes me uncomfortable, and this style itself is a humiliation to me!

"Mei Long, I won't go to see him, tell him to get out of here for me, and drive him to Babra's inn! Give him a little color and voila! Tell these bastards, this is the Tibetan Soldier City, I am the lord here, if he still uses this kind of young master to come to my city, let him get out of my territory, and don't come here for the rest of his life! ”

The roar spread throughout the base camp, and even Vera didn't react for a moment. This may be the biggest fire that this lord of theirs has ever had in the Tibetan Soldier City, and as loyal warriors of the lord, they will not let go of this bastard who makes the lord angry like this. No matter how noble his so-called status is, it is worthless in the eyes of these soldiers, and this kind of behavior has also caused everyone's dissatisfaction, even the always flamboyant Prince Louis can't stand it, and loudly accuses this behavior of being an insult to the Tibetan military city.

Soon, the arrogant heir to the so-called marquis, and the owner of a whole bunch of, paid the price, and before the lord's guards arrived, the family and friends of the vendors rushed out, and beat the thugs who had knocked over their stalls like thieves with stools and sticks and shovels. Hental Margot was taken aback, and his guards were even more confused. Before they had even halfway through the march of the Viscount, a group of crazy men rushed out of the houses of the "untouchables" next to them, and beat them violently with the working men. Before they could react, they were already being trampled underfoot, beaten by stools and sticks.

"You untouchables, do you know how noble this lord is, you are not ....... hap," the adjutant in the ornate armor of the viscount immediately unleashed his quasi-battle master's momentum, hoping to deter the untouchables, and then let the so-called lord of the city punish them with capital punishment to suppress the viscount. But before he could finish the slogan as usual, a wild boar knocked him off his horse, and on the back of the wild boar was a real combat master, the owner of the barbecue bar in the base camp, Frank, who was furious at this time, and this guy on a horse not only knocked over the barbecue grill outside him, but also scared his son into tears, and he would definitely make him pay.

The muscle-filled fist slammed into the adjutant's face, smashing off a large part of the bridge of his nose, and the second fist brought down five or six blood-stained teeth. Hental Margot was terrified, he had no idea that things would turn out like this. He also led his troops to quell several civilian-induced riots, but in the face of emaciated civilians with clubs and rudimentary weapons, he could slaughter them at will, holding children's heads and throwing them around as a game. But today, his elite troops are as powerless as lambs in the face of these urban mobs, who also wield rudimentary tools.

Of course, the viscount had a decent guard, but they were better at ceremonial work than in battle, and relied on their superior equipment and strength to suppress civilians. But now the residents of the Tibetan Soldier City, even the most ordinary female villagers, can beat a heavily armed ordinary soldier all over the ground with a washboard, not to mention that some citizens themselves are a warrior nation and are born with strong combat effectiveness. The legs of the stool, which were difficult to cut with a short sword, were broken one by one, and the wooden rods with thick wrists were broken. Before the soldiers could get out of line, they would be kicked over by the villagers, and his bones would be broken one by one by the blunt objects. The guards rolled all over the ground, and some simply lost their breath. A cold sweat was left on the face of Hental Margart, and the self-proclaimed heroic first Viscount, whose calves and stomach were trembling at this time.