"It's very simple, because among the lords, there are basically no weak people."

For Lu Ming's question, Phil Shilu gave him an answer.

"Whether it is a lord or a warrior, their status is hereditary, because their talent, the number of patterns of the life pattern, can be inherited from their fathers."

"Generally, as complex as the life patterns of the ancestors are, their descendants will also be as complicated as they are, unless there is a mutation in them, but this is rare."

Listening to Phil Xilu's words, Lu Ming touched his chin and almost understood what the other party meant.

That is, this pattern of life, like genes, will it be inherited?

However, since it will mutate, it also means that the other party still has the possibility of not being able to magic.

After all, there are so many people in the world, and there will always be many special existences.

"Anyway, let's go first, it doesn't look like there's a guard."

After explaining these things to Lu Ming, Phil Xilu took a step, took the lead in walking up, pushed open the door outside the museum, and walked in.

It was a little dim and quiet, and it didn't look like there were too many people living there, and I was afraid that only the lord lived here.

Going deep into the hall, Lu Ming and the others came to a lobby near a lobby after passing by a few useless empty rooms, and at the same time, they smelled a bad smell of alcohol.

"Someone's here."

Fil Shelu said warily, and then quickly turned the corner with a few guards and saw the situation in the lobby.

On the seat above the lobby, there was a drunken man, a man in his forties, with a scruffy beard.

He had several jars of wine at his hands, some good dishes on the table, as if he was enjoying them, and an old man in a gown stood beside him, helping him clean up the table.

Suddenly seeing someone break into his pavilion, the lord sitting on the seat couldn't help frowning deeply, and asked with an unhappy look:

"Who are you?! Do you know that this is the residence of the lord, and ordinary people of the clan are forbidden to enter?! ”

He seemed to have drunk a little too much, and even regarded Lu Ming and them as members of his own clan.

In this regard, Philshilou ignored his words, but walked forward with a smile and saluted him very politely:

"Hello, lord of an unknown clan, meeting for the first time."

Fil Shilu made a look of respect for this lord, after all, in this era, the status of the lord is the highest, in charge of the life and death of a clan, and respecting them is the most basic etiquette among the clans on the mainland.

Although, it is normal for people of big clans to look down on people from small clans and even lords, but Princess Philshiro seems to be extremely well-cultivated and does not behave like this.

Then, she chuckled and told the other party:

"This time we have come to your pavilion to announce to you that from today onwards, the ownership of this clan will be in the hands of our lord."

Saying this, Phil Xilu turned to the side slightly, revealing Lu Ming behind him.

The provocation is full.

As her words landed, there was a 'snap', and there seemed to be a sound of something falling on the table.

Then, when they saw the old man next to the lord, they turned their heads in some panic and looked at them, as if they were feeling a little overwhelmed by the presence of enemies in their territory.

And the lord calmed down a lot, and after listening to Phil Xilu's words, he was stunned for a moment:

"Just you?"

The middle-aged lord glanced at them, felt that his wine had suddenly cleared up a lot, and then laughed:

"Hahaha! Are you here to make me laugh? Just those of you little ones who haven't grown up all the hair, and you still want to plunder other people's territories and plot the position of the lord......"

"Don't be so ignorant!"

In the end, a hint of anger appeared on the lord's face, as if he felt that he was being underestimated.

It's just that before he could do it, a very slap in the face happened.

I saw that the old man who was in charge of serving him suddenly rushed up and blocked him, and shouted in a somewhat firm tone:

"Your Lord! Run! It's an old man here! ”

The old man was naturally not joking when he said this, he was different from their lords, and when he saw what these people were wearing on the other side, he could understand that these young people were not from a simple clan.

At least not that their low-ranking clan, which only has mercenaries, can compete with.

So he immediately put down the affairs in his hand and ran up, intending to buy a little time for his lord, at least to let the lord get out of here alive.

"What a joke! Why should I run away in front of these hairy boys! ”

Seeing the old man's behavior, his lord was immediately furious, and reached out to lift a wine jar and fell to the ground, making a huge cracking sound.

He felt that he was too ashamed of himself as a housekeeper.

Seeing this scene, the old man turned around and looked at his lord with a wry smile:

"Lord Lord......"

He also wanted to persuade his lord to do something, but unfortunately the lord didn't want to listen to him at all.

With a cold snort, outside the body of the middle-aged lord, a huge amount of magic power gradually leaked:

"Since you dare to say such disrespectful things to me, then give me the consciousness that I will never go back!"

Seeing the aura of magic revealed by this lord, Phil Xilu's expression became a little more serious, and he looked at his magic power and said to himself:

"Do you really know how to use magic, such a magic breath must be at least a magic ...... above level 400?"

As soon as he made a judgment, Philshiro greeted directly:

"Rodara, the other lord's will be handed over to you! Beva, that butler you went to deal with him! ”

"Yes! Fil Sheru-sama! ”

After the blonde princess made her decision, two figures flashed out.

Among them, outside Rodara's body, powerful purple thunder and lightning appeared, and the big sword rushed towards the other lord with a huge magic power that shocked the heart.

At this moment, it has been a long time since he used his magic power before, and his magic power has recovered a lot, and as soon as he makes a move at this moment, his peak power bursts out.

After all, the hairy boy from the other party before also angered him, although there is also a gap between him and the other party's age, but Rodala is at least thirty years old now, and it is strange if he is called so.

On the other side, the young warrior named Bewa also greeted the old man dressed as a butler.

Then, Lu Ming saw a gleam in the old man's gaze, turned his hand and took out a thin sword, and met Bewa's attack.

"That old man should be the guardian warrior left behind by the previous lord of this clan."

Phil Xilu walked to Lu Ming's side, looking at the old man who was fighting with Bewa and speculated.

After all, with the appearance of the middle-aged lord in front of him, it didn't look like a warrior would follow him.