"You're not welcome here!" the butler glared at the group of people in front of him fiercely, and said in a vicious voice.

Warwick took a puff of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled it in front of the butler, watching him show a deeper look of disgust, and grinned: "Lord Butler, it's not up to you to decide whether you welcome or not, maybe you don't know our position very well, then I can make it clear that we are here to investigate your master, understand?"

"Get out of here!"

However, Warwick's words did not make the butler let them go, but rather made his attitude worse.

The butler craned his neck, glared angrily at the tall man in front of him, and said, "I say, get out of here! Otherwise, we have the right to hang you here!"

Then, angrily, he dropped a sentence and turned away, "Close the door for me!"

The soldier who was waiting by the gate pouted, but walked over as he was ordered, trying to close the door.

But Warwick and they obviously wouldn't let them do that, and among them, a young man rushed up and leaned against the door, and said with a hippie smile: "Hey, brother, we're here to complete the mission, so you can't close the door." ”

The soldier glared at him and said angrily, "I'm also going to complete the mission, so I hope you can get out of the way." ”

At this time, the butler turned back and shouted, "What are you waiting for, close the door quickly, and let those rude lackeys get out of here!"

The soldier turned his head to look, and was about to say something when his body was suddenly knocked away by a huge force.

His body was slammed against the wall, then he fell again, clutching his chest in pain.

The butler, who had just turned his head, heard the noise behind him, and looked back impatiently, only to see to his surprise that the gate of the castle was being torn from the wall by the 'rude'...... No, there is only one!

The once hippie-smiling young man had a cloud on his face, and he tore the door off the wall, then held his breath and tossed it aside.

It's not just him, the rest of the people don't look very good.

"Stop!

The stunned soldiers, finally realizing what had happened, pointed their weapons at the team in panic, but the hands holding them were still shaking.

How could an ordinary human possess such great power?

Are they not 'mortals', but a group of 'transcendents'?

Warwick took a blank puff of his cigarette and grinned, revealing the sharp canine teeth, "Mr. Butler, can you say it again?"

Although the butler who witnessed this scene was shocked, he also quickly calmed down, and after hearing this man's words, the corners of his mouth sank, "I said, get out of here!"

Warwick frowned, flicked his index finger on the cigarette roll, shook the ash to the ground, took a soft breath, and asked, "Then Mr. Butler, do you want to exercise your rights?" I am talking about the right of the nobles to use force to drive away unwelcome uninvited guests. Although, in general, you just kill people...... Am I right?"

"Oh, that's right!" After a pause, Warwick suddenly remembered something, and took out a badge from his bosom, "This is a badge given to us by His Majesty, which means that we have the right to 'unlimited defense in the event of a suspect's resistance'. ”

"Mr. Butler, do you want to try it?"

His tone was rather cold, but the butler could hear his hostility.

In an instant, the housekeeper remembered what he had said before, and thought of the news that had come recently, and suddenly his eyes widened, and his breath stagnated.

“...... Legion of the Night. The butler took a deep breath and drank softly, "You are the members of the 'Night Legion'!"

Warwick raised an eyebrow, "yes, and then? Would you like to let us in and investigate?"

No wonder they reacted so dramatically to calling them 'hounds'......

The housekeeper frowned slightly, and exhaled lightly, "My lord is not a vassal of His Majesty, so ......"

"Mr. Butler, it's been a few years since the 'War of Evil' ended, why do you still cling to this thing?" Warwick took another drag on his cigarette, his face soothed, and he looked at the butler playfully, which also annoyed the butler.

But he knew that he couldn't provoke them, so he could only choose to close his eyes slightly and whisper: "That war is over, but the aristocracy of the kingdom has not changed......

Warwick's eyes narrowed, interrupting the butler, "Mr. Butler, I'll repeat one last time, this is not a 'warning', it's a 'threat' - I'm 'threatening' you to get out of the way now, let's go in and investigate your master's recent contact with the Drow Elves, understand? We don't mind using violent means to coerce you into submission, after all, the Night Legion is meant to do this!"

The butler pursed his lips tightly and clenched his fists.

This guy ...... He really was going to do it!

The threat in his words was already quite obvious, and the guys were looking at him more and more unkindly, and if he didn't get out of the way, he could really be torn to shreds by them.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the butler seemed to want to say something, but after comparing the difference in strength between the two sides, he sighed, "Get out of the way, let them in......"

Before the words fell, the soldiers all put away their weapons, they had just seen the soldier being knocked away, and then the gates of the castle were torn off the wall, and they knew that the difference in strength between them was too huge without comparison, if they were not still afraid of the lord, they would have wanted to run a long time ago.

The werewolves of the Night Legion entered the castle, and the young man smiled and patted the shoulder of a soldier who stood by the gate with his head held high, but when he was gone, the soldier grimaced, touched his shoulder, and gasped.

After crossing the wall, the warm early winter sun shone on the werewolves again, and they looked around with interest.

The butler walked at the front of the group, and although he was very worried about these werewolves, he had no other choice.

"This ......" The butler carefully studied the man walking beside him, and was about to ask.

"Just call me 'Warwick'. Warwick grinned again, his white, sharp canines reflecting off the sunlight.

"Lord Warwick, what you said earlier, the connection between my lord and the drow elves...... What's going on?" the butler took a deep breath and said in a serious tone, "As the steward here, the family has to pass through my hands, but I never knew that there was such a thing here, so I think this is a false accusation - if you don't find any clues from here, how can you compensate us?"

Warwick raised his eyebrows and pouted, "Although I don't like those bats very much, I have to admit that their ability to gather intelligence is quite good, and since we started working together, there have hardly been any major mistakes. ”

"So?" the butler pursed his mouth, the corners of his mouth sinking, "you werewolves believe in those vampires like that?"

Warwick paused and took another drag on his cigarette, "Mr. Butler, it's useless to stir up a wedge between us. Perhaps before we became His Majesty's 'hounds', we didn't like, or even quite hate, the bats, but now we are colleagues who work together. ”

"Instead of stirring up a relationship here, it's better to think about how to hide the 'evidence'......"

The displaced drow elves want to get a place of their own on the ground, and if they want to build a country elsewhere, they can't do it, but who made them appear in the kingdom of Korot?