was scolded by Ciri, and that Rose didn't seem to care at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Crooking his neck, he glanced at Ciri like a nervous disorder: "What are you, dare to meddle in our family affairs?" How can a little count care about the succession of a duke......"

Choke-

The crimson Zhan Lu Sword let out a low hum and went directly across that Rose's neck. It sighed and wanted to sigh, because it knew that its owner didn't intend to let it see blood today, and even if it did, it would be just a waste!

"With the sword in my hand! Hmph, I thought this was Pombert in front of me, I wouldn't dare to kill you! provoked me, I asked you to go down and wait for him first! ”

The cold sword blade, along the neck only pierced the bottom of the heart, that Rose, how dare he resist with Xirui, sat on the ground with his ass, and after a while, he actually directly shit and urine!

There was a lot of commotion here, and a very old man went to walk out of the city lord's room, "What are you arguing about?" In front of all the adults, what a system! ”

Ignoring the guys who were full of foreign appearances, this man came directly to the ladies, which was really comforting, and at the end, he nodded directly to Ciri.

"Ciri? Lord Williosa, Lord Duke, he wants to see you, please come in with me. ”

Putting away his Zhan Lu sword, Ciri came directly to the duke's room, although he had killed countless people in his life, but seeing Pombert's tragic situation, he couldn't help but gasp! Although Pombert was in good spirits and his eyes were very clear, just like that Ross said, all the parts of Pombert from the chest down were gone! Now that he is not dead, he is still still awake, and thanks to Pompeie's continuous cultivation in his life, he completely relied on his own pure battle qi to hang his life.

"Ciri, this time, you're right again."

After a long silence, Pompeit suddenly said in a very strange tone. Ciri knew that this was a voice made purely out of battle qi, but he really didn't understand why the other party would say such a thing.

"You don't understand? …… (probably laughing), the one who really doesn't understand is me! ”

Ciri was silent. He had understood that Pompeit was actually referring to Zigra IX. Mike and Caroline suddenly disappeared with two trump cards, and Rickel would definitely jump over the wall to attack Pompeit or Zigra IX, but from the loss in Pombert's eyes, he knew that this loyal nobleman had become what he was now, I am afraid it was Zigra IX's relationship!

"Is it because of the fat pig?"

After listening to it for a long time, Ciri finally couldn't help it. Because he found that the luster in Pombert's eyes was getting weaker and weaker, and he might never be able to ask from the other party if he didn't ask for clarification.

"That's right, it's the dead fat pig! Hehe, he was happy to hear that Prince Mack was missing again, but he didn't expect the assassin to come and kill me...... Ciri, what do you think, what is Ross? ”

Stretching out three fingers, Xi Rui made a gesture of "three" in his previous life and said, "Three years, I will tolerate him for three years at most." Moreover, on the premise that he does not take the initiative to provoke me. ”

"And what if I let Tro inherit the dukeship?"

After a long groan, Ciri had to say, "Then, if I want to expand my territory, I will start with Rolando's territory." Of course, if he makes a mistake, I will kill this Grand Duke of Kanter, no matter who he is. ”

After a long silence, Pompeit let out a hoarse sigh. "Forget it. After I die, those people love as they do, so be it! Ciri, remember, watch out for that fat pig, he ......"

Pombert's voice was so small that Ciri had to lean into the other's mouth. And while listening, he nodded his head, and at the end, he stretched out his hand directly to the sad old man on the side.

"James Knight, huh? Let everyone in. The Duke has something to say. ”

People came in one after another, and when they arrived, Pompet said in a loud voice: "I, the Duke of the Duchy of Canter, now declare once again in the presence of all the counts and lords. Ross? Pombert, not my own flesh and blood, the title of Duke of Kanter, by the real eldest son Artim? Pombert inheritance. Tero? Pombert, I appoint you as the Earl Lord of the Zhenxi Territory! All of the above ceremonies were presided over by Lord Jador, Earl of Leeds Territory! ”

After saying this, the Pompeits were like deflated balls, completely silent. Those women, all cried, hateful Artim, actually laughed!

Of course, there are those who cry, those who laugh, and those who are naturally stunned. For a long time, that Rose was like a dream. Live like a monkey to Siri, in front of him, that middle-aged man who is not stable at all, a pair of eyes seem to be about to spew fire!

"It's you! You told my father what you said, didn't you? You bitch......"

Click--The outstretched hand turned directly into a twist, and after feeling the deep pain, Rose's voice suddenly came to Ciri's ears!

"This hand, I scolded me for you."

Before he could react, Rose felt a strong wind suddenly coming from under his feet, making him kneel directly on both knees!

"This kick is what I taught you Master Pombert!" Leaving these words, Ciri rushed out of the duke's room without looking back. Frankly speaking, for Pompeit, in terms of friendship, it may not be as good as Alvin Valente and his ilk, when it comes to friendship, the other party just did justice to him during his lifetime, and there is no real personal relationship in it at all. But he knew that with Pombert's death, the decaying kingdom of Zigra had officially entered the countdown to its destruction. And the Duchy of Kante, which has been established for less than half a year, may soon fall into chaos. Although, this is undoubtedly a great opportunity for him, a guy who is outside the aristocratic circle of the Kingdom of Zigra, but the opportunity that he picked up for nothing because someone passed away always makes him feel that this opportunity seems to lack a little bit of "reality"

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Three days later, Artim, dressed in fine clothes, finally stood on the balcony of the castle and received the cheers of all the people of the city.

On the balcony, Artim was full of pride, quite a bit of villain's dead virtue, and the people cheering for him under the castle were either hateful or dirty, or they were simply obscene!

It's a pity that these people are dressed in cotton pants in gorgeous colors!

Wearing these guys, Siri, who was watching the ceremony, could only think of the idiom "Mu Monkey and Crown".

A 纨. Suddenly, if he inherits the title of a ghost, will the people think that he is also noble? How can it be? However, Siri didn't care how much money Artim spent or how many people he hired for this grand farce, he just wanted to use this farce to sell his black steel weapon. (To be continued.) )