Goldsmith was a slave trader, and his command was an extremely fierce slave catcher, and their main battlefield was in the forest, in the mountains, underground, and in the water. Handsome elves, skilled dwarves, and strong orcs are all their enemies. The subordinates who cleaned up a few manors and shops for Al were simply killing chickens.

The four horsemen each took half a team of men and horses, and set off before the sky was over. Their lords, don't like to waste time.

"Al, your little courtyard is now like a refugee camp, where does it match your identity. Let's go to my house today. Like a little girlfriend, Meria pushed Al to her mansion.

That courtyard Al was very emotional, and it was full of hand-copied books that Boone peeked at him to copy. Every place is his memory of trying to learn after he broke up.

Now, as Meria said, it's like a refugee camp. Al hated crowds very much, and Goldsmith might become his ally in the future, so he didn't refuse the invitation to be a guest. It's not the first time anyway.

When Al returns, he will definitely become one of the heirs of the Iron Blood Family, who values strength. Even if he has no idea about the family throne, he will inevitably go against Brut and the other heirs, and will have to fight each other for family support.

For them, who have been running in this direction since birth, it was too late for Al to start, and there was nothing to look for except for the envious bloodline, and this bloodline was just an ornament, not much stronger than the warriors of the same level.

He has already embarked on the path of seeking knowledge and has been fruitful, and it is impossible for him to give up so many years of work and go back to that path.

The most important thing is that the resources allocated by the heir are not enough to support Al to continue to move forward, just by looking at the fact that the family generation has only trained two mages, you can know how difficult it is for a spellcaster to grow.

The mage has the qualification to build the mage tower at level 10, and the positive and negative energy pools, laboratories, and experimental materials, which are not piled up with gold coins.

Goldsmith leaned over and it was interesting. When Al awakened the bloodline in the city and awakened the ancestors, those who have the ability and heart will still find out. Goldsmith could become a slave trader, and there were naturally people from the upper class behind him, and he was instructed to get close to Al. I don't know if it's the needs of the forces behind him, or his own needs.

In addition to getting close to Al, who needs manpower, and entering the inner circle of future powerhouses, the most important thing is to obtain the bloodline of Orette and give birth to a strong man of his own.

This is the fundamental reason why the family is standing tall in this dangerous world.

The hospitality at Goldsmith's house, as always fun, made Al, who had been traveling for five years, much more relaxed.

He came with him in the morning, and the strong Al went out naked. Exquisite dresses, pants, shoes, one by one, I chased Al and put it on him. The pleats are automatically flattened, the buttons fit themselves, and the coat falls from the sky. By the time Al walked out the door, he was already a well-dressed baron.

There were only a few maids and butlers in the living room, and at once a fine breakfast was served to Al. Goldsmith's butler stood aside while he was dining in Al, and whispered a report on the results of the Four Horsemen last night and the reaction of the hyenas hiding behind them.

Who is behind it to take advantage of Al's absence to erode Al's property, they have already inquired.

"Four of your subordinates have returned to control of the manor, and the servants have been imprisoned in the dungeon. The distinguished Excellencies did not react, but Lady Tiffany was taken away overnight, and the news that had just come back had been brought back to the House of Commons with a letter from Lady Tiffany, accusing you of murdering nobles, embezzling property, and in connection with the death of the previous Lord Thune. ”

"Hmm. Al replied lightly, and Mr. Butler retreated to the side.

The little mouse brother in Tiffany's shadow had already reported the news to him at night.

They refused to give up, for fear that as soon as they saw Al, they would admit their cowardice and take the initiative to compensate. Then what excuse does Al have to trouble them, how to cut their flesh, and when necessary, to drain their blood?

That's why Al didn't go home and find them after confirming his identity.

Tiffany sat quietly in a room, quietly flipping through a book of poetry.

As Al said, she is indeed not an ordinary country girl, she comes from a humble background, but her identity is not ordinary, and malice has never left him. The daughter of a baron, the thought is full of temptation. For this, from an early age I learned to protect myself.

The men wanted to take her away, and she left without resistance. They asked her to write a complaint, and she did so. She cooperates with anyone's requests, and no one will come to hurt her.

"Tiffany, I was not in town yesterday and I frightened you. A young man dressed in an extravagant manner anxiously pushed the door in, and when he saw the quiet girl, he eagerly stepped forward to hold her hand.

"That rude country baron didn't hurt you, did I'm going to make him look good today! ”

Tiffany hummed quietly, easily removed his hand, and took a step back. Clear eyes sparkled at him.

"Young Master Gotha, His Excellency Baron Thomas has arrived. ”

Gotha looked at this heart-wrenching girl suspiciously. "What are you talking about?"

The purple-black lightless blade pierced through his back, and as soon as Gotha's body trembled, he clutched his chest and fell to the ground convulsing, the heart-devouring pain almost exhausted his strength, and he couldn't even moan.

He cried out in excruciating pain, but found that he couldn't make a sound. He saw the country girl with a unique flavor, and out of the back was an indifferent young man in a black and red interlaced dress.

His indifferent eyes swirled in a green hexagonal triangle.

"Take me to your father. ”

Gotha stood up blankly, and a green hexagonal triangle appeared in his eyes. He straightened his clothes and led Al out of the room.

Viscount Julian got up early, and in the evening he received news that all four estates had been taken over by a fierce man, led by the heirs of the old knights. The shops in the city were also unceremoniously sealed off, and they were extremely rude, without the slightest aristocratic demeanor.

He was furious in his study.

"Isn't it said that a little ghost with no roots, a lowly male pet who can only play tricks with both hands?

"Can anyone tell me!

"Sir. The butler comforted his master from the sidelines.

"It's just a ninth-level mage, are there fewer dead mages in the imperial capital?"

Julian looked at him coldly.

"Just a ninth-level mage, do you think it's your ninth-level warrior son?"

Is the dignity of the caster comparable to those clay-legged professions?

"Master, it's just a ninth-level mage. The butler repeated again, reminding his master that he was too out of shape.

"I have invited His Excellency Yarlin, a tenth-level mage from the military department, to deal with it, no matter how talented a young mage is, he can't be an opponent of a military mage. The butler was angered by his master, but his face remained unchanged, respectful and humble.