After a while, the dead bodies on the ground completely disappeared under the judgment of the system, but the filth splashed on the faces and bodies of the three people did not disappear, and the three of them still smelled the smell of blood sticking to their skin.

When the strong man in the whole seat was still immersed in the terrifying scene just now, the well-dressed old waiter had already taken out a snow-white towel, and in a few steps he reached the side of the overlord, and respectfully handed the towel to the master.

The overlord habitually wiped his dark-skinned hands a few times, which was completely routine.

Strange to say, there was no foreign object on the overlord's hand, not even a single trace of blood, and the towel that could be handed back to the messenger had turned gray and black at this time.

The old waiter seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and behaved without the slightest abnormality, and still took it back safely.

From beginning to end, the old waiter did not show a look of surprise, as if he were serving in a five-star hotel, rather than in the bloody council hall.

"It's just a rat, so why bother you to do it yourself. Dirty hands aside, the murder punishment system has turned you into a red name, you see, this will bring a lot of unnecessary trouble. The old waiter said respectfully.

"I hate liars the most," the overlord looked around at the more than ten people present, and everyone suddenly felt uncomfortable being stabbed by sharp arrows, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly. "Especially a clever liar, hmph, thinking that you can get away with planting a false accusation to the yin? Killing people in this seat has always been above board, and he has made small moves behind his back. As for the red name, it's just a sacrifice, but it's just an E-class sacrifice. ”

The old waiter blinked, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he tried to say something, but finally held back. This old waiter who specializes in serving the overlord also has a part-time job - the chief financial officer, and looking at his appearance, he must be distressed about the E-level sacrifice worth 300,000 gold coins.

The Overlord stepped back to the Iron Throne, but instead of sitting down, he looked back at a brand new map hanging on the wall behind him.

As everyone in attendance knows, it was a floor plan of Ebudera.

The red line encloses the territory under the jurisdiction of the Overlord, which occupies almost a quarter of the area of Central, North District.

To the southeast and southwest of it, two large areas of land are fenced off by the blue and yellow lines, respectively, where the other two giants occupy. The total area of the three blocks covers four-fifths of the entire Central, and the rest of the land is marked in grey to indicate that it is not under the control of the Big Three.

The Overlord's gaze fell on the junction of red, blue and yellow, which was a small eye-catching black. There was a brief dissatisfaction between the domineering eyebrows.

Thinking of the fat guy's fraud, the angry iron fist slammed into the solid wood council table, and the cracks spread to the surface of the table like electricity, and even the corners of the table cracked, but the table did not fall down as everyone here imagined, and still maintained its original appearance.

From this alone, it can be seen that the overlord's use of power has been perfected.

An unnatural look flashed in the old waiter's eyebrows, and it seemed that the price of this council table was another large amount.

The Overlord pointed to the small black area and asked, "What's the situation there?" ”

Old Waiter: "Controlled by a group of players from the periphery for the time being, they've been busy for the past few days, as if they're going to open a pharmacy. ”

Overlord: "Have you figured out what they're doing?" ”

Old Waiter: "It's just a group of mid-level players, the highest level is no more than level 25." It's just a piece of cake for us. My lord, just let any of the Taibao here take action, and they can be cleaned up and obeyed. ”

The overlord frowned: "It's not that simple, the last time you didn't say that it was one of them who killed the scar wolf was a level 9 player, what's the name?" Thunder...... No, what level is he now? ”

Old Waiter: "Level 20, the speed of upgrading to level 11 in a week is not the fastest, but it is also worth eyeing." According to my estimates, most of them are strong people with exclusive skills, and that's it. Why do you pay so much attention to this guy named Renault? Scarwolf is nothing more than a piece of waste, and any one of us can kill him. ”

"Every guy who crosses the level and kills people is the object of my attention." As he spoke, he took out an invitation card from his arms, and the handwriting of the silver hook iron painting was written on the cover of the invitation card painted with gold lines - "Please open the overlord", such a gorgeous invitation is rare, but it is not surprising.

The old waiter respectfully raised his hands to take the invitation handed by the overlord, and as soon as his fingers touched the invitation paper, the reserve on the old waiter's face disappeared, replaced by surprise, because he felt the obvious magic aura on the invitation.

Only the Magic Parchment Scroll, which is specially used to make magic scrolls, has such an atmosphere.

And the price of each one is a considerable amount of money for any player.

The other party actually used a precious magic scroll as an invitation paper, which shows that he has strong financial resources.

After reading the contents of the invitation, the old waiter's eyes turned from surprise to shock, and he muttered, "This guy is crazy, how dare you ask you to cut the ribbon for the opening of his Holy Fire Sword?" ”

The overlord smiled instead: "It's true that you're not a little courageous, it's really not easy to have this guts." ”

He glanced at everyone present and said without giving face: "If my thirteenth prince had this guts, I wouldn't have to be so lonely and bored." ”

There were many powerful and short-tempered attendees, but none of them dared to look at them in the glance of the overlord's gaze, and they all lowered their heads and turned a deaf ear.

Seeing that his subordinates were so untrue, the overlord could only let out a long sigh.

The old waiter heard the meaning of the master's words: "What do you mean to ...... Conquer them? But they don't look like the kind of people who are willing to be controlled. ”

The overlord smiled and said, "What is more interesting than subduing a brave man who dares to challenge." ”

The old waiter suddenly realized.

……

It was late at night, and the "Drunken Dream Death" bar saw off the last drunken customer and began to prepare for closing.

The waiter cleaned up the clutter in the bar, changed out of his work clothes and left the bar in piles.

In a very secluded private room in the bar, a bald man poured himself a drink, and in front of him was filled with empty wine bottles of various colors, many of which were still poured on the table, and a few drops of residual liquid could be seen through the empty glass of the bottles.

The lighting in the private room is only a standard candle, and the dim glow makes the atmosphere of the room a little eerie.

Opposite the bald man, there stood a young girl, whose costume was not a bar reception at all, and her gorgeous appearance showed her extraordinary status.

She silently stared at the bald man, with endless tenderness in her eyes.

But the bald man was drinking by himself, and he didn't look at it directly.

It wasn't until the wine bottle on the table was emptied that he raised his blushing cheeks and looked at the girl who was staring at him with drunken eyes.

"What's going on with the Sword of the Holy Fire?" After a long time, the big man said such a thing inexplicably.