"Powell, Powell."

Johnson came out of the inspection office in the west of the city, disguised himself as a commoner, and trotted all the way back to the illusion hut hidden in the noble quarter of the city. He fussed and called out the names of his companions, eagerly.

Mr. Spy sat lazily on the cushions in the room, with Johnson's men in front of him and behind him. Two long-legged Assassins were staring at him. He was trapped inside the hut with a glass of wine in his hand.

Looking at the bottle on the table, he had been drinking alone for a long time.

When the illusionist returned, Powell replied with ignorance, "What's wrong?" ”

"You can't guess what I saw in the Inspection Department?"

As if he had discovered some shocking secret, Johnson took Powell's hand, "Victor. Hugo was too sinister and cunning. He toyed with the entire Coldwind City. ”

Powell poured himself another glass and sneered: "Is this news? If it weren't for the trouble, why would we have gone into hiding? ”

Johnson ignored the other man's teasing and continued: "Damn Hugo, he has hundreds of infantry in the inspection office. It seems to me that their training is much stronger than that of ordinary nobles. ”

There are big and small lords, and the small lord is often a knight, and the territory is a village with a population of about 100 households. With two attendants and five serf soldiers, it would be good to be able to go out and fight for half a month without going hungry.

A lord like Zhou Qingfeng, who has raised a large number of full-time craftsmen and thousands of troops, can already sweep through a city area.

"I've also met wizards, knights, and adventurers from other families. These shameless fellows scrambled to abandon their oaths and secretly took refuge in the new master. ”

Johnson spoke with anger.

Powell had a 'you know' expression, "Hugo has money in his hands, how many forces can withstand him digging corners?" This is a big reshuffle, and people who have no way out on weekdays naturally take refuge one after another. ”

Johnson was even more resentful and felt a little relieved, "Hugo's power is strong enough." No matter how he did it, he was indeed strong enough.

The Arad family, the Lehman family, the Minos family in the city, these damn rebellions that drove the Longlegs family in the first place, and now the disaster is coming. I would love to see their expressions of regret. ”

Powell rolled his eyes at this, and nodded rarely, "You're right, the magnates in the city can't sit still." Ask you stupid bird. ”

"Poor ghost, you're stupid." The pet owl on the bird's rack cooed, grabbed a few rolls of paper and landed on the owner's head.

Johnson grabbed the scroll of paper, glanced at it quickly, and asked in surprise, "Just got the news?" Is it accurate? ”

"You trapped me here, I can't do anything."

Powell was dragged into the water by Johnson, and he was almost placed under house arrest in the illusion hut, "I can only send your demon pet to contact the few remaining families in the city."

Hugo quickly countered the sneak attack of the Longlegs, and humiliatingly hung the corpses of the enemy. The stupid untouchables in the city naturally cheered, but the true nobles could not tolerate it.

Old Arad was mobilizing his family's forces, but nearly half of the knights refused his call. Several of the leaders of the wizarding group tried to gather their disciples, and nearly half of them could not be contacted.

Hugo's attack was too great. Open competition, fair trade, unrestricted knowledge dissemination. The patriarch and chief of each family will not be able to control the situation.

Everything Hugo gave was honey with poison, which people willingly poisoned. If you don't want to die of poison, the only antidote is to get rid of him.

The magnates in the city finally realize the real danger and are willing to join forces to eradicate Victor first. Hugo said again. This is the only consensus reached in the past six months. But how to do it, they are still arguing. ”

As Powell described, Johnson perused the scroll in his hand again.

Inside the Wizard's Tower, several chiefs are deliberating.

Of the eight chiefs in the past, only five are still able to sit together. Of the wizarding group of more than 30 people, only half of them can be gathered.

Working with the 'Rich and Strong Leader' starts with happiness and ends with anger.

The chiefs all felt the pain of their skin, and they took it for granted that Hugo, like himself, regarded the secrets of magic as treasures and would not be easily divulged.

However, Hugo established an open library and taught to the public. In just half a year, the power created by monopolizing knowledge was easily dismantled.

It's not a one-way person at all.

The chiefs denounced Victor for a while. Hugo's evil, turned to count the number of people who can still be firmly controlled, and is ready to come up with the trick of pressing the bottom of the box to fight.

After a calculation, Rao, the chief of plastic energy, scolded: "Damn Hugo, we have half the people we can use, but through various transactions, there are twice as many magic items such as scrolls." ”

Piero, the chief of change, said affirmatively: "Our strength has improved a lot in the past six months, and it may not be impossible to fight." Hugo, the knowledge he has is everyone's. ”

Knowledge, knowledge, what wizards value most is knowledge.

It's like a gamble, and the chiefs of the secret talks are adding chips to their hole cards. If you don't add it at this time, you won't have to add it in the future.

Compared to the 'friendly' atmosphere among the wizards, the city lord's mansion where the Arad family is entrenched is much more manic. Old Arad called over a dozen of his rivals, and everyone discussed how to deal with the dilemma in front of them.

"I can also gather six family wizards, fifty knights, and three hundred armed squires. As for the serf soldiers, those were of little use. ”

Old Arad slammed his hands on the long oval table, leaned over and stared at the dozen or so former colleagues in front of the table, today's enemies and allies, and whispered fiercely:

"In the past, the long-legged family was just squeezing us. Victor. Hugo wants us to be gone. ”

In the gloomy room, only a few candlesticks were lit in front of the table. Old Arad's burst sound made the candle flame tremble, bearing his extreme rage.

The act of hanging the corpse of the long-legged knight was a turning point, and it helped Victor. Hugo won the hearts and minds of the people and attracted the support of neutral forces, but he also dealt a heavy blow to the city's magnates and woke them up from their dreams.

Fils. Long Legs won't let go of Coldwind's rebellion, Victor. Hugo is coveting the entire Coldwind City.

It's no wonder that the magnates who chose to rebel don't regret it, they have forgotten why they betrayed the Longleg family in the first place, and now they only hate Victor. Hugo was too greedy.

In the face of the coercion of the old Arad, the patriarch of Minos also slapped the table and scolded: "How come the Arad family has only fifty knights? ”

It's okay not to mention this, but mentioning it makes old Arad even more angry, "What? Do you want to quarrel again? That's all I have. Do you dare to say that your family has not been eroded? How many more troops can you mobilize? ”

Everyone present was ashamed and annoyed by this question. After some collection, the magnates can only gather twenty or thirty family wizards, one hundred and forty or fifty knights, and thousands of armed attendants.

But this is a significant drop from the heyday.

Statistics make the heads of families sad. Old Arad yelled again, "It can't be delayed any longer. Hugo is like a chronic poison, and if we don't resist, we won't have a chance at all. ”

"How do we act?" The patriarch of a small family asks key questions.

"Gather the team and directly besiege the 'rich and strong leader'." The patriarch of Minos proposed.

"But Victor. Hugo's whereabouts are uncertain, and he seems to be in the Wizard's Tower in the city lately. ”

"Then join forces with the wizarding group."

"If we win, shall we give half of the battle to the Wizard Chief?"

"Theoretically, it's going to be divided."

"So how much can we share?"

"Isn't it ridiculous to talk about the results of the battle now?"

"So who's going to command this operation?"

"Naturally, it's me."

"Cement on what?"

"You idiots, do you care about this if you die?"

In the gloomy room, in front of the flickering candles, the quarrel began again. There will be no result until the heads of the families are powerless to quarrel.