Even though it was late at night, the lights were not extinguished in the hall of the Baron's castle in the center of Boenigs.

Baron Singler sat at the long table in the council hall with his eyebrows tightly locked, his hands crossed together to support his chin on the table, his two eyes scanned the courtiers sitting on both sides of the table with a faint fire, and a photographable silence accompanied by the lord's eerie eyes made most of the people present nervous and did not dare to take an extra breath, for fear that his careless words would ignite the anger in the baron's heart, and he would then become the first unlucky ghost to fall into the crater.

Freire stood with one of the hall guards. The blind, half-elven poet was essentially a formal courtier of Baron Singer, but his humble origins, pointed ears, heterochromatic eyes, and envious beauty still seemed out of place under the baron, and his relationships with the other courtiers were not well handled.

Therefore, when Baron Singel summoned his courtiers to a meeting in the castle, he always showed up on time, but he also always stood with the guards, away from the center of the chamber, and only used his ears to hear the contents of the meeting.

There was no voice in the council chamber for a while, and everyone pursed their mouths tightly, as if there was a fact that everyone knew was waiting for one person to be the first to speak, but no one intended to act as the first bird himself.

"Idiot! Darn! A bunch of rice buckets! Suddenly, with the start of Baron Singhler's case, this brief peace before the storm finally came to an unexpected end, "How long have you bastards eating pigs waiting to die, and those lowly civilians gathering under the tower?" Yes? Why haven't they been dispersed until now? ”

While roaring, the fat baron lord clenched his fists and slammed it the table. The dull sound was probably as bad as the mood he was in at the moment.

The courtiers were silent.

In fact, it was not their fault, for as they recalled, the Baron Torrenster, who claimed to be from the House of Dourien, had left the castle, and the lords and knights of the Baron's command had returned to their estates before late at night, after which the night had deepened. The civilians of the city, not knowing what kind of medicine they had taken wrongly, gradually gathered together under the castle wall of the city, and slowly formed a group of people who were somewhat disturbing.

The gathered commoners stood beneath the castle, blocking the castle from the outside of the inner walls, and were reluctant to leave for a long time, so that the baron was unable to send messengers outside the castle to summon his lords and knights from the manor on the outskirts of the castle, as well as the personal guards around them.

According to a report brought back from the tower by a soldier, Baron Singler learned that the crowd gathered under the tower had shouted for a while. He said that he wanted to get himself out of the castle and give them an explanation, so that the souls of those deceased relatives could be duly respected and apologized in the realm of the dead.

The obese baron probably guessed the identity of the crowd gathered under the castle tower - in the past, he used his superior status to oppress the civilians of the city, forced the men of the city to become bandits outside the city, and then captured the robbers and paraded them in the streets, the woman with a little savings in the family still had the opportunity to spend money to redeem her husband before his man was executed, and the poor could only watch their relatives die at the executioner's axe on the so-called legal charges of the baron.

This was just one of the methods he used to collect the ointment on a daily basis. However, although the lord of Boniguez had heard of the straw crushing the camel, he really did not expect that the resentment accumulated by the common people in the city who had been oppressed day by day would show signs that it was about to explode this evening.

For him. This obviously does not bode well.

After a long time, the sullen silence in the council chamber finally made one of the courtiers sitting next to the baron unbearable. The courtier cautiously glanced at Baron Singler with his eyes open, then swallowed his throat and cautiously spoke to the baron, "Maybe it's because ...... Someone is instigating among them, right? ”

"Then why don't you kill it?" The baron turned his head to the courtier, his face clearly filled with displeasure, "Kill them." Arrest the people who took the lead and hang them in the city, and see who dares to gather a crowd to make trouble! ”

"But, my lord, your loyal knights have gone to the outskirts of the city and returned to their estates." A drop of sweat soaked from the corner of his forehead. The weak-hearted courtier clenched his fingers and reminded his lord, "Because of this, the private soldiers you have stationed in the castle are really limited at this time, and the soldiers we have at hand are not ...... It's not abundant. ”

"And then?"

"If the gates of the city are opened, our people will not be able to stop ......"

"Hmph, so you're really a bunch of rice buckets." Baron Singler roared angrily and rudely interrupted the courtier's unfinished words, "At a critical time, none of them are reliable!" ”

As he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped the armrest of his chair heavily, and swept his teeth to the corner of the side of the hall with his glaring eyes, and saw the blind half-elf poet in the center of his vision, his handsome face and his eyes of different colors were particularly conspicuous.

“…… Freel. Holding his breath and silent, Baron Singler stared at him with a complicated gaze for a few seconds, then called out the name of the half-elven poet who followed him.

"I'm here, my lord." Frerell's pointed ears twitched slightly, and the unfocused, heterochromatic pupils followed his face in the direction of the baron's voice, and then approached with a smile on his face.

The Baron of Boengus leaned silently on the back of the chair, put his hands on the armrests on both sides, his head slightly sideways, and his two eyes, which seemed to be faintly burning, stared straight at Freil step by step in front of him, bowed respectfully to him and asked, "Do you have any orders, honorable lord?" ”

Baron Singler raised his head and looked at the handsome half-elf poet, who suddenly stood up from his seat and slapped his thick slap on the latter's face, making a crisp sound that shocked the whole seat.

The guards, several servants, and courtiers in the presence looked in surprise to see Frere's thin body once again slapped to the ground by the baron's angry slap.

"You bastard out of the belly of a dog!" The exasperated baron then bent down, and brutally reached out and grabbed the half-elf poet by the collar, and two bronze bell-like eyes glared at the latter from a distance from face to face, as if they were about to be eaten alive, "Didn't you tell me that the untouchables would only be slaughtered by me like lambs?" Now, open your disgusting eyes and take a good look, why did those lambs gather at this time to come down from the tower?! (To be continued.) )