Late at night.

A fire forcibly interrupted the Duke of Robles' game, and he rushed out of the Magpie House in his pajamas in a fit of rage.

The servants were in a hurry to put out the fire, and when they saw Robles, the butler hurriedly said.

"Master, someone deliberately set the fire, I saw those people, they were wearing blue and white armor!"

"Blue and White Armor...... It's the Thunder Lion Army! Damn Herson, his wife's stomach must not be in the **! ”

Robertstone was furious, beckoning to the guards.

"Come with me to Herson's house, didn't the Turin Law be promulgated a few days ago, I want to let him taste the power of the law!"

The private soldiers quickly assembled, and the procession of about 800 men marched mightily towards the end of the street, and in a short time they reached the palace of the Duke of Kherson.

The two have had conflicts since they lived in Figado, and the grievances have become deeper and deeper after coming to Turin.

If this matter were normal, Robles would definitely burn the Helson house to the ground, but Turin has been in the limelight lately, and although I don't like it, it would be a pleasure to use it to send Herson to the guillotine.

Thinking of this, Robles suppressed the anger in his heart and sent a knock on the door.

After knocking for a while, no one opened the door.

"Helson this old thing is playing dead again?"

Robles cursed and motioned for his men to kick the door open.

The two guards sprinted for some distance and kicked towards the heavy gate.

"Pong"!

The door was kicked open with one foot.

Surprised to surprised, dominated by anger Robles strode inward.

Standing on the first floor of the main building, he shouted loudly.

"Herson, don't pretend to be dead for me, I don't dare to admit that I did something bad, no wonder your family can't give birth to a son!"

Shouts echoed through the room, but no one spoke.

What's even more bizarre is that not even a single servant has come out.

Even if you go on vacation to another garden, you must have at least one servant at home, right?

Robles frowned, and he waved his hand at the rooms.

"Go inside."

Having received orders, the soldiers poured into the various rooms, but to no avail.

"Hell yes!"

With a scolding scolding, Robles walked out of the mansion with the guards, and he decided to get out of this place quickly, God knows what the old madman from Herson was going to do.

As soon as the army reached the door, Robles saw the light of the fire outside the door from a distance.

He frowned and walked to the door, where he saw the alley full of people.

Standing at the front of the line, Herson was furious when he saw Robles swaggering out of his house.

"Robles, you bastard is looking for death! Kill him for me! ”

From Herson's madness, Robles sensed something unusual, and he said solemnly.

"Kherson, I think you need to calm down!"

"I'll calm down, you mallet!"

An elegant and easy-going native dialect burst out of Hellson's mouth, and his own soldiers soon poured in from outside the door, quickly lined up on the lawn, and then drew their rifles and pointed them at Robles.

Robles's own soldiers, of course, had already lined up and were waiting for the order of the two dukes.

Glancing at the angry Herson, Robles felt even more that something was wrong, the two had been together for so many years, and he was sure that Herson would never be able to pretend to be so angry.

"Herson, is there some misunderstanding?"

Herson gritted his teeth and raised his right hand.

"What a misunderstanding...... Fire! ”

As the words fell, the soldiers on both sides opened fire in unison, and the smoke of the guns soon spread across the lawn.

As the duke's personal soldiers, neither side is an ordinary person.

The soldiers must not only avoid the majestic two dukes, but also avoid the vital parts of the enemy soldiers, so as to achieve a perfect ending of wounded but not dead, and everyone is happy.

After a few volleys, there were only two dukes standing in the field.

In a wail, Herson drew his sword from his waist and charged towards Robles.

Robles could not keep his composure, and he drew his saber as the two old figures scuffled on the lawn.

The swordsmanship they learned as a child was forgotten in these glamorous years, and the two men fought together like street hooligans, swearing and punching each other in the face with all their might, and both old fellows soon became blue and swollen.

After several rounds of fighting, it was the younger Robles who eventually gained the upper hand, riding on Herson, holding his collar and scolding.

"You slut! I don't dare admit it after burning my house! Don't worry, I'll send you to the Turin court, and you'll die! ”

Herson clenched his fists, and he pushed Robles away with his knees, then pressed the last of his strength against him.

"Phew!"

He spit, "You kidnapped my concubine and beat me up!" If you scare the child in her belly, I'll make your Robles family extinct!" ”

Robles heard what Herson had said, wiped the phlegm from his face, and kicked him away.

After a few struggles on the grass, Herson was unable to get up.

Robles groped his way through the grass breathlessly, and after a long time finally found his saber.

He staggered over, ready to cut off Kherson's ear with a sword, which was the greatest humiliation for him.

Just as he was about to start, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out across the street, as if it was in the Bauhaus Duke's Palace.

Robles was stunned, as if he had faintly discovered something.

Throwing away his saber, he ran briskly towards the door, his lungs nearly bursting.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stormed the Bauhaus's palace, but apparently it was too late.

The Duke of the Bauhaus had finished his duel, and he sent a sharp blade into his opponent's chest.

The soldiers on both sides of the lawn were lying down, and they were constantly wailing on the grass, and this scene seemed familiar.

......

The horses galloped through the busy alleys, and Oreo watched it all with cold eyes.

He had not been in vain for so many years in Turin, these nobles were really as naïve as he thought, and it was the greatest insult to power to let such a stupid person hold power.

Across Fourth Street, the gates of the Imperial City Palace in the distance were wide open, and the Griffin Army had captured the tower.

They watched as Oreo rushed into the palace and scurried toward the firelight.

"Red Dragon."

Seeing the burning skeleton in the distance, Oreo muttered.

He tightened the reins at the agreed place, and the horse silently raised its front hooves, and then fell gently.

Seeing the military horse, a figure in red and black armor sprang out of the woods, it was Chenino.

"Lord Oreo, Rackmond is still waiting for the flames on the red dragon to go out, he definitely wants that dragon's eye,"

He gestured, "Shall we ......?"

Oreo narrowed his eyes.

"How many people are there in the Thunder Lion Army?"

"Five thousand more, but it doesn't matter."

Chenino swallowed, "As long as Rackmond is dead, those people will be a bunch of waste." ”

The imaginary excitement didn't materialize, and Oreo slowly tilted his head and stared at Chenino earnestly.

"Chenino, what benefits do you want after the deed?"

Chenino chuckled twice, rubbing his hands together.

"I don't have any other pursuits, if I have to say one, then I want to go to the court and be a judge......"