Karl's castle is located in the center of the town of Paran, and occupies the best area, with a high wall covered with spikes and thorns in the distance, and a watchtower in the wall to observe the movement of the town, but there are no soldiers standing guard on it.

Approaching the castle, Yazov saw several soldiers hiding in the shadows from the scorching sun at the corner of the wall, and they did not seem to hear a large group of cavalry approaching this way, still talking feebly.

The expression on their faces was a dead gray, not the kind of physical death, but the silence and despair that spread from their hearts, their eyes were blank, and their faces were yellow and thin.

The state of these soldiers is not much better than that of the beggars in the slums.

"These soldiers, I can poke them down with just one finger...... "Someone stepped forward silently, not wearing the Shadowgroup's signature black cloak, his mouth cracked open to reveal tiny teeth, reflecting a faint light, "let alone defending against foreign enemies, I don't think they even have the strength to stand." ”

The people of the Shadow Regiment seemed to even speak with a hint of coldness, Yazov frowned, walked over lightly on the horse's belly, and asked condescendingly, "What about your chief?"

The soldiers turned their heads slowly and stiffly at the sound of horses' hooves and questions, their eyes seemingly focused for a long time to see the badge on Yazov's body, which symbolized the rank of deputy commander-in-chief, but their reactions were still so sluggish.

"Sir, are you asking about Tran or Karl, the army hasn't had a commander for a long time......"

"Where's your captain?" asked Yazov.

"I am. A middle-aged soldier came out of the crowd, he coughed twice and raised his hand: "Claire, the leader of the third squad of the twelfth company of the Iron Shield Battalion." ”

"Deputy Commander of the 1st Cavalry Division of the 7th Army Corps in Lindong City, Yazov. Yazov said in a low voice, staring into Claire's eyes: "Why don't you patrol?"

Claire faced a deputy commander, a little nervous but still kept his senses, he smiled bitterly and said: "Since the accident of Lord Tran, Lord Baron has given an order that all troops stop patrolling the town of Paran, and all soldiers must guard the castle to prevent any outcasts and unidentified people from approaching. ”

Yazov listened silently, he felt that he was almost angry with Karl, the bastard, and he shrank his forces, gave up maintaining the security and stability of the town, and allowed the number of displaced people in the town of Paland to increase, and the robbers and thieves were also creating chaos, looting food and livestock, and on the way to the road, he also personally cut down a criminal who robbed the street.

At that time, the soldiers of Paran Town were silently watching from dozens of meters away, but they didn't say anything, they seemed to have become accustomed to it.

"The Baron does not allow us to leave the castle within fifty meters, and isolates the castle from the residential area to prevent any possible danger......," Claire shrugged her shoulders and expressed her helplessness, "As for why don't you patrol and catch the thieves...... We are only doing what we are told, and if we disobey the orders of the Baron, the consequences will be very serious. ”

Yazov took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger churning in his heart, and said to the soldiers guarding the gate: "Open the door, I'll meet Karl!"

"My lord, I need to report ......," Claire said stiffly.

"You mean, let a lieutenant wait for a baron's summons?" Yazov didn't speak, and the member of the Shadow Order, who had been standing beside him, quietly pressed Carlisle's shoulder, and the corners of his mouth hooked a dangerous arc: "You haven't woken up yet, have you?"

Yazov pushed away the soldiers who were blocking him, and in front of everyone, he directly slashed at the chains on the gate with the Vadia steel sword in his hand.

The clash of gold and iron rang out, the chains broke and landed weakly, and Yazov kicked the door open, and several members of the Shadow Regiment followed closely behind.

Within the walls was a garden, and it was evident that Karl had put a lot of effort into building his palace, and in this small garden, Yazov saw several rare fruit trees, as well as some brightly colored flowers, transplanted from the far south, and the shipping cost alone amounted to thousands of silver coins.

The road is lined with artificial lakes, the banks are filled with expensive mahogany tables, chairs and decorations, and in the gazebo at the end, there is a half-drunk bottle of red wine.

Yazov grabbed the bottle and looked at the logo on it.

Produced in the south of the South Nuo winery, the price of a bottle of red wine can buy ten war horses.

Even Yazov rarely drinks such expensive red wine.

But the bottle of red wine was clearly left, and its owner had forgotten it after only tasting it, and Yazov could smell that the taste of the wine had changed.

Yazov looked up at the castle in front of him, and it was extremely luxurious.

Outside the walls and inside the walls are two completely different worlds.

A baron who could build his castle so luxuriously and yet detain his army to the point of being weak, Yazov licked his lips, there had never been a man as greedy and so stupid as Carl in the territory ruled by the Capetian family.

Yazov was expressionless and broke directly into the interior of the castle.

The walls of the castle were covered with paintings and silver decorations, and Yazov noticed that even the candlesticks were solid silver bottles, twelve candle-sized candlesticks, which definitely weighed more than five kilograms.

And that's just a humble trinket inside the castle.

"Who are you?" Someone suddenly shouted, and out of the room in the corridor ran out a young man dressed as a servant, he instinctively felt fear in the face of this group of uninvited guests who suddenly broke in, and the smell of iron and strength from the other party made him tremble a little.

Damn, how didn't those soldiers at the door stop them!

"My name is Yazov, where's Karl?" Yazov sat down in a comfortable position, and raised his feet to stomp the mud from the soles of his military boots on the mahogany table, "Tell him to come out and meet me!"

Just as he wanted to scold twice, the attentive servant quickly noticed the badge on Yazov's chest, and the words were swallowed raw as soon as they reached his throat.

Golden veins!

This is the deputy head of the family!

That is a big man who stomps his feet and the whole iron flow is about to shake, even the marquis has to salute respectfully to the other party when he sees it, his master is just a baron, how can he attract the attention of such a big man?

With this question in mind, the servant knocked on the door of Karl's bedroom.

There was the laughter of a woman and the sound of flesh colliding in the bedroom.

"My lord, my lord, my lord! The deputy commander of the famous family is downstairs asking to see you by name!" the servant gritted his teeth and interrupted Karl's sprint, "He said his name was Yazov!"

Three seconds later, there was the sound of something heavy falling from the room, and Carl didn't even wear any clothes, but ran out of the room with a rolling robe on.