Melle doesn't have any good feelings about the Covifort family, although the same is true for the kingdom.

But if you want to say who you hate more, the former still has the upper hand.

Last night's coup d'état had nothing to do with him, but it touched a sensitive nerve in his heart.

Yes, his family is not a Rembert faction, but it is not very close to the Cweft side.

For these small families with little roots, neutrality is a wise choice to protect themselves, but now the balance of power in Boulder City has been disrupted. Salos purged the Rembert faction from the militia overnight, and by now three corps commanders and more than twenty centurions had dismounted, all of whom had been replaced by members or allies of the Covifort family.

What about when this coup is over?

There is no doubt that the next target of the Cweford family will be their neutral families. After all, neutrality means vacillation, and Melle really can't think of a reason to keep the mayor, who is also the speaker, in the position of corps commander.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the city, and the golden lion flag on a red background was held high in the hand of a rider who stood on the ruins of the city wall. The militiaman with the spear nervously took two steps closer to the middle, the tip of the spear in his hand shaking slightly.

The lieutenant of the cavalry team, standing on the ruins of the city wall, ignored the sparkling cold light and shouted loudly.

"Salos Covifort and his henchmen colluded with the rebels, set fire to the Doge's Palace, slaughtered dissidents, and plotted to overthrow the kingdom. We have come to suppress the rebellion on the orders of Her Royal Highness Princess Sophia. You are the subjects of His Majesty the King, and the path of justice is already before you, whether you will be an accomplice of traitors or fight for the kingdom! ”

Faced with the royal family's golden lion banner and the wizard's staff, Melle hesitated.

Somehow, he suddenly heard the tragic death of Bancheno, the descendant of the Cwefort family, lying in bed......

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and Melle hesitated for only two seconds, and finally gritted his teeth, rolled over and dismounted, and fell to one knee on the ground.

"My name is Melle Kevin, and I am willing to follow Your Majesty's will and kill the traitors of the kingdom!"

Saying this, Melle, who was unwilling to get involved in the whirlpool of this power struggle, was full of bitterness in his heart.

If even the walls of the "Iron City" can't stop this wizard, there's no point in letting them resist with flesh and blood.

But on the other hand, this is not an opportunity for him and his family......

……

Chaos began to spread from the shattered walls.

After purging Rembert's faction in one night, Saros's reaction can be said to be quite rapid, but he still did not expect that in less than a day, he would have to face the crisis of being attacked from the back.

As the walls crumbled under the spell of the wizard, four legions turned against the Rick Kingdom. Three of the corps were politically neutral, and one turned out to be an ally of the Covivot family, whose commander was the son-in-law of his Saros himself!

These families had not seen how loyal they were to the kingdom, but now they jumped out and stood under the banner of the golden lion on a red background, shouting "Long live His Majesty the King" and other disgusting slogans, and swords against the children of the Cweft family.

Like an angry lion, Salos' bloodshot pupils were filled with anger and horror.

"Stop them, don't let them get near the town hall!"

"Yes, yes!" The secretary ran out of the office trembling.

The office door was closed, and Saros fidgeted between his chair and the bookshelves, his thoughts racing fast, but he couldn't think of anything to do about it. He could not be afraid of the hundred cavalry, and he could not even ignore the four regiments that defected, but now the person who wanted his life was a wizard.

Looking at the black smoke rising from the window, Fenrir, who had been standing in the office without saying a word, turned away.

"I have to go."

"No, you have to protect me here!" Salos was startled and blurted out, "You said okay, you will get rid of that wizard, otherwise I wouldn't have done it so hastily!" ”

"Idiot, are you going to put me in a head-to-head confrontation with the wizard?" Fenrir scolded, "Just stay here for me, and I'll get rid of that wizard." ”

"What are you going to do?" Salos asked alarmedly.

"Of course, I'm looking for an opportunity, don't forget my identity, I'm a master assassin."

Salos wanted to say something, but Fenrir clearly didn't want to listen.

After dropping these words, he pulled up the hood behind him and walked out the door without looking back.

Leaving the town hall, a plainly decorated carriage stopped at the door, in which a plump female thief with a black veil was sitting.

Sitting across from the female thief, Fenrir knocked twice on the window of the carriage and asked casually after waiting for the carriage to move.

"How's it going?"

"The top of the thieves' union has moved out of the city and is ready to go." The female thief said respectfully.

Fenrir nodded, his tense expression softening slightly.

When the news of the failed assassination attempt came last night, he prepared to evacuate from Boulder City.

With the strength of their thieves' guild, they are not enough to withstand the wrath of wizards, and the only option is to hide outside for a few years and then come back. They had a smaller chapter in the southern city-states, and they were taking advantage of this time to make their way south.

As for Saros?

In Fenrir's eyes, he was no different from a dead man after losing all his chips.

"One more thing."

"What's the matter?" Fenrir asked.

"Not long ago, this thing was found in a jewelry store run by our union."

With a smile on her face behind the veil, the female thief spread out her right hand.

Fenrir's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the thing.

It was a headdress, and the silver surface was tattooed with the pattern of a golden lion. The average person would never have such a thing, unless they are members of the royal family, or nobles who are close to the royal family......

……

Cleaning the wound on her arm with a wet towel, Celita endured the severe pain and replaced the strip of cloth wrapped around her arm with a bandage.

"Big sister, are you okay?" Squatting in front of her, the little girl asked with concern.

"Thanks, it's much better." Cilita said softly.

Suddenly, in the darkness, a flash of light vanished.

Capturing the light from the corner of her eye, Cilita's nerves, which had been relaxed and vigilant, instantly tensed, and she hugged the little girl in front of her and pounced out.

Almost brushing his cheeks, a strand of gold was sliced off.

The little girl who was stupefied by the sudden change and was held in Celita's arms trembled, looking at the man standing across the alley, her trembling lips couldn't even scream.

"No, it's not me ......"

"I believe you, get out of here," Gently stroking the girl's long hair, Cilita, who was on one knee, stood up, holding the curly bladed short sword in her right hand, and looked sharply at the direction where the dagger came from across the alley, "Come out, I know you're there." ”

"Tsk, I've had so hard looking for you," the burly man gradually stepped out of the shadows, and his bearded face was smiling dangerously, "Miss Celeta." ”