"Who are you talking about?" Karl is fifty-three years old, but his extravagant life has already hollowed out his body, his legs are floating, his body is bloated, and the servant's words just now have pulled him from the peak of the most intense to the bottom, like being splashed with a basin of cold water with ice ballast, and it feels cold from the soles of his feet to the back of his head: "What is the name of that deputy commander?"

The servant was taken aback by the baron's reaction and stumbled in reply, "Ya...... Yazov. ”

It's really him!

Carlton felt his heart beat violently, he had already heard of Yazov's murderous name, and how many nobles and high-ranking officials had died under his iron hooves.

Fierce and brutal, unscrupulous.

No one wants such a person to be eyeing themselves, especially at times like these.

"Go, let the chef prepare the banquet, and have the most expensive bottle of red wine in the underground cellar be brought out," Karl wiped the cold sweat from his head and glanced snuck into the living room as he leaned up the stairs.

Yazov, dressed in bright red armor, was sitting there, his pale face without any expression, fiddling with the steel sword in his hand, and beside him stood two retinue-like guys, but those two men seemed to sense Karl's gaze and looked up sharply.

Their eyes were like snake eyes, cold and vicious.

For a moment, Carl actually had a feeling of being targeted by a beast.

"I am honored to have you here, Your Excellency, and I welcome you on behalf of all the inhabitants of Paland. Carl hurriedly ran down the stairs, barely straightening his messy hair, desperately trying to hide his panicked expression, "I'm thinking about the planning of the town, I'm sorry I didn't meet it in the first place......

"Planning, planning what, re-expanding the slums, or completely turning the entire town of Paland into a shack for displaced people?" Yazov sneered, kicked over the table, and directly pressed his sword to Karl's throat: "The town of Paland is governed like this by you, you really damn it!"

The feeling of the cold blade touching his skin caused Karl to feel a tiny bump all over his body, and there was a tingling sensation all over his body, and he knew that Yazov was definitely not joking with him.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!" Karl's legs went limp, and a great sense of fear enveloped his body, "Listen to me, I'm recruiting recruits to solve the problem of the homeless, and what you're seeing is only superficial......"

Just as Karl was desperately trying to explain, there was a sudden sound of a door lock on the second floor, and Yazov frowned, remembering the mission of each operation, he felt that it was better to put Karl's bastard business aside for the time being.

"Arrest people. Yazov raised his chin slightly, and the two members of the Shadow Regiment flashed out at the same time like harrier eagles, the ghostly speed made Karl sluggish, his eyes did not see the other person's movements clearly, and when his gaze focused again, the other party's figure had reached the second floor.

"My lord, that's my bedroom......" When Carl realized that the other party's position was a little abrupt, he reacted that the other party's target was actually his bedroom.

"The Shadow Regiment has received information that there are royal spies lurking in Paland Town, do you want to know the identity of the spies?"

There's only one woman in my bedroom, and she's still a full-body ** woman!

Feeling a little humiliated, Carl was forced to break into his castle, and the other party also targeted his bedroom, where the woman had only recently gotten his hands on high-end goods.

But he didn't dare to resist the block, because Yazov's sword was still against his throat at this time, and he even leaned forward a little.

The skin seemed to be punctured, and Carl swallowed and said flatteringly, "My lord, it's just a maid in there, I think you should be mistaken." ”

Yazov glanced at him, and the murderous look in his eyes made Karl quickly shut his mouth.

Bastard, I'm a nobleman, even if I commit a crime or a mistake, I should be tried and convicted by the Duke, and it's against the laws of the Imperial City for you to just break in!

And how to govern my territory, I don't need to worry about Lindong City, this is the land that the Duke gave me, I have all the right to control it, even if I make it into ruins, what does it have to do with you?

Karl silently scolded Yazov for scolding a dog's blood, but this kind of talk can only be enjoyed in his heart.

The two Shadow Order's assassins landed silently at the door of the bedroom, and when they looked at each other, a slightly taller young man took a few steps back, his body arched, and his muscles suddenly exerted force, slamming into the door like a cheetah.

"Boom!

Sawdust flying.

A woman's screams could be heard in the room, but soon, with an explosion, the two Shadow Pack assassins retreated faster than they had just entered, and a puff of smoke rose outward.

"That's her!"

"He's a transcendent being!

"No weapons have been found yet!"

"This gas corrodes the skin," one of the assassins looked down at his palm, the smoke from the contact filling his left hand, and in a matter of seconds, the skin was already rotting and blistering.

Carl was dumbfounded.

What's going on, could it be that the woman who rolled in bed with herself for a month is really a spy of the royal family?

This...... It's just a catastrophe!

Karl glanced at Yazov secretly, if the other party forcibly pressed the charge of adultery on his head, then he would not be able to clear his name no matter what.

"You can't escape!"

The assassin's voice was hoarse like a dilapidated bellows, perhaps because he had inhaled a little poison gas during the attack just now, which caused his throat to be terrible now, but for him from the Shadow Regiment, pain was the least thing to be feared.

The opponent's reaction speed was beyond Yazov's imagination, and he was still able to release a counterattack under the surprise attack of the two assassins, which was a bit shocking.

The Transcendent.

I heard that it is a warrior similar to a paladin trained by the Holy See, with independent consciousness and emotions, which is equivalent to a high imitation version of the paladin, although the strength is not as strong as the paladin to the point of perversion, but it is far more than ordinary soldiers.

Are there women among the transcendental?

Although it is not clear the specific strength of the transcendental, Yazov does not think that she can escape from the clutches of the Shadow Regiment, the strength of these assassins even shocks him, they are born killing monsters, cold, mechanical, and can maintain the most indifferent and correct attitude towards anyone, including himself.

Three seconds later, a woman's screams could be heard in the room, and Carl nervously wiped the beads of sweat.

This cry is far less pleasant than the cry in bed.

Yazov's sword had been removed from his throat, and he glanced up in the direction of the bedroom.

Two figures grabbed a woman and dragged her out of the ground.