"Please be angry, lord." Frerell had a bruise on the corner of his eyes, and he tilted his chin back slightly because the collar was grabbed, and lowered his gaze to "look" at Baron Singler in front of him, "Although the city gate is blocked, those untouchables don't dare to attack the city, do they?" ”

"And what reason do you have to guarantee that they won't dare to do that all the time? Just by saying that you can see the future? Say I'm the chosen one? Say it's all fate? But the Baron of Buníguez did not seem to be in the poet's trap, but continued to glare at the half-elf in front of him viciously, as if trying to discern the latter's true thoughts through the blind eyes of the different colors, "Frere, you prophet who claims to be able to foresee the future, or a magic stick, you better give me an explanation, or I will throw you into the dungeon, and marinate you in the water, and let your body mold and rot in the dark and damp cell!" ”

The obese baron said it harshly, but it seemed to express his inner tension and vacillation on another level, after all, it was probably the first time in his memory that the lords, who had long been fed up with his unilateral oppression, suddenly gathered together and blocked the castle gate.

Since he received the title of baron and the barony of Boenigs in the name of a de jure vassal of the kingdom through his uncle, Count Vernald.

Frerell couldn't see, but he seemed to have a special pair of eyes in his heart that could see through Baron Singer's thoughts, and then explained in a respectful voice: "But men are selfish, my lord. The fact that the most important thing for your lords in the face of the order of the kingdom and your majesty is not really how to overthrow your rule, but how to preserve themselves, a fact that can be seen from past examples, when you first raise the taxes in your city, the lowly people complain, but no one fights, and the complaints persist even after the taxes are raised. But still no one has come forward. Human potential is precious, but lowly people have their own humble hearts, and they will never be forced to take up arms and rise up until they lose all their way out. ”

"So?" The baron stared at the poet's unfocused eyes, and the hand that grabbed the other man's collar subconsciously let go a little.

"If you don't have a qualified leader, that's all they can do to you." A confident smile appeared on the poet's face, "Therefore, instead of showing weakness now, we should show the toughness we deserve." As you know, untouchables are just untouchables after all. As soon as you send soldiers to suppress them, they will immediately scatter like deserters on the battlefield, because no one is willing to give their lives at such a time. ”

"Hmph, that's a nice thing to say...... But I should probably trust you one more time, too. Feeling that there was some truth in Freyer's words, Baron Singer, who was in a mess in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and then put the blind half-elf poet down, "But my knights have returned to the manor, and I have a limited number of private soldiers in my hands, and those stupid are blocked outside the castle." Who should I send to suppress that disgusting group of untouchables? ”

Freire raised his hand to straighten his collar, then took two steps back, humbly bowed his forehead and replied, "Mr. Gascol, my lord." ”

His voice was not very loud. It seems that he only deliberately answered Baron Singel alone. In the kingdom, the existence of Gasco is not a secret worth opening up, and the fact that Baron Bouniguez of the Violet Kingdom is in private collusion with the vampire camp is still buried in the hearts of the parties.

"But when our ally returned, he said that he was going to the alchemy lab to collect the blood of the half-elves. No one is to disturb him, as it is at stake in the success of removing the last layer of protection from the ring. Singler glanced down at the azure ring on his finger, his eyes turning slyly twice. But the red-eyed wolves...... Well, I remember it was like it was called ...... Oh yes, Nightborn, those Nightborn killers are still at my disposal! ”

As soon as he remembered that there was such a thing, he raised his hand violently and slapped his head, and the gloom on his face was swept away, replaced by a terrible tyranny.

"Then let's use those killers." Then, the baron of Boenigs grinded his teeth, his eyes raised to stare at the poet courtier in front of him, and his eyes revealed a terrifying murderous aura, "Freel, now you go to the city with that group of killers immediately, our allies will not be so stingy that they don't even set up this manpower to lend us this little manpower, so you don't have to worry about Gascol's thoughts, just bring someone over, do you hear?" Before I close my eyes and go to bed tonight, I want that damn ghost scream of the untouchables to disappear from around my castle. If the conflict escalates, I will allow you to kill them all with the power of your lordship! ”

"As you wish." Frerell tapped his forehead and smiled with a peugeot smile.

If the half-elf poet's composure was still written with a smile on his face, the other courtiers in the council chamber had changed their faces completely—after all, they had clearly heard that their lord had instructed Frell to "kill them all" by treating his lords?

……

Beneath the tower, the civilians of Boñigs gathered in front of the main gate of the inner city wall. The private soldiers of the nobles on duty on the tower condescended to look down on the united people, and the dense crowd of human heads below their vision was an invisible deterrent and pressure, so that these soldiers with weapons did not dare to act rashly before receiving orders from above, even if they had bows and crossbows as long-range shooting weapons.

It's as if one of their arrows flies down by accident, and the crowd below will turn into a large army and launch a formal general assault on the baron's castle.

However, the soldiers on the tower were afraid of the attack of the civilians below, but the civilians of the tower, though they had gathered together in a rare way tonight, were equally afraid of the soldiers on the tower, and the castle of the Baron, which stood in front of them as high as a mountain and impenetrable.

There was still a silent stalemate, and the minds of the commoners were guessed by Frell - although they had been gathered together because they were fed up with the brutal rule of Baron Singer day after day, the commoners of Boenigs did not seem to have gathered together because they wanted justice, but only because they had gathered together by accident, passively, instigated by each other, and to stand in front of the inner walls of the Baron's castle.

As for the courage to start a riot, again, as the blind half-elf poet said, unless there is a brilliant leader among them, this is all they can do to Baron Singler. (To be continued.) )