Now that he knew that it was Medirri, old Fabregas gave up the idea of setting up a stand and slowly changing clothes. He quickly changed his clothes, and in the process he had already given orders, ordering everyone not to act rashly.

In the square in front of the castle, nearly a hundred members of the Fabregas family and their guards were already standing. Most people hadn't seen Medirli, but everyone had heard of her, the demon lord who had turned the town of Eternal Night into hell. Some may not recognize her signature traits, but the dark black scales on the body of the main chariot are an emblem that everyone in the Bloody Council's sphere of influence will remember.

Even if someone didn't know either, the faint murderous aura that enveloped the audience with the high-minded, death-like Medirri could remind them who was the master of the moment.

The warriors were a little overwhelmed, their guns did not dare to aim at Medirri, but they could not back down due to their duties, so they had to aim at the main battle chariot that their weapons were destined to threaten. The young men in the crowd looked at Medirri, fearful and somewhat excited, and among them Medirri's countenance was as famous as her horror. Unfortunately, from the perspective of looking up, most of her face was hidden in the sharp armor, and it was impossible to verify the rumors, but the long gray hair that fluttered in the wind and sprinkled silver from time to time was exactly the same as the legend.

Medirli stood silently, waiting for old Fabregas to appear. She had always been very patient when it came to waiting for the head of the enemy, and this time, for example, she gave Fabregas Sr. a full minute to prepare.

Before her limit arrived, Fabregas the Elder finally appeared at the gates of the castle. He did not move forward, but stood at the edge of the doorway steps, so that in height he was as tall as Medirli, who stood on top of the chariot. Although there were many important people in the family behind him, there were nearly 400 people gathered in the square in front of the castle, including more than 200 heavily armed warriors, and the machine guns and missiles hidden in the castle tower had also locked on to the two main combat vehicles and the four armored off-road vehicles behind them. On Medirri's side, even if the main chariot that served as a mount was stuffed with people, there would not be no more than twenty people.

Despite the ten-to-one ratio, Fabregas Sr. still doesn't have the slightest sense of security.

In front of the many clansmen, old Fabregas straightened up and asked in a deep voice: "Your Excellency Medirri, what is your purpose in visiting Ralveen Forest Manor in such a rude way?" Your approach to heresy or rebellion does not apply to the Fabregas, and any accusations against us must be made at the level of the Parliament. Even within the Inquisition, you are only one of the Big Three, and you do not represent all the voices of the Inquisition. I hope you've figured this out! Now, if you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I need to apologize! ”

Old Fabregas's sonorous voice eased the panic of the clansmen, and many people only came to their senses at this time, and it turned out that Medirli had only brought a dozen people with him.

Medirri didn't bother to any doubts about her decision-making abilities in the Inquisition, her blue eyes flashing with a dangerous flame in the darkness. She stared at old Fabregas and said word by word: "I have come to sue you, and you are not allowed to move Su in the future." ”

"Sue?"

Fabregas Sr. was very surprised, he had no idea that this ensign, who was not a big man at all, would have anything to do with Medierli, could it be Persephone who asked her for help? It's quite possible. Everyone knows that Persephone and Medirli were once like sisters. However, Medirli was a sunny girl at the time, but in the two years since she entered the town of Judgment, she has become an out-and-out demon king. Even now, Fabregas Sr. finds it hard to believe that he is standing in front of a girl who may not be yet sixteen. Over the past two years, the Inquisition, under Medirli's control, has increasingly become a lingering shadow in everyone's minds. It is unknown if it was the dark tradition of the Inquisition that stained Medirri, or if she took it one step further.

However, this did not affect the decision of Fabregas Sr., the Inquisition was still a subordinate body of the Bloody Parliament, and the Fabregas family had no small number of seats in the Parliament. Therefore, even the generals of the Dark Dragoons or the triumvirate of the past of the Inquisition could not be too much for them.

Old Fabregas flatly refused: "This can't be! You should know that Sue killed ......"

"Is it impossible?" Medirli said in a low voice.

Her eyes opened slightly, the tips of her eyebrows were slowly raised, her long gray hair danced wildly in the wind, and the inscriptions on 'Killing Prison' lit up one by one, the misty blood-colored light made people's hearts palpitate, and the countless sharp thorns on the armor stretched out with a trace of electric fire jumping from the tip of the sharp thorns!

A cold sweat suddenly broke out on the back of old Fabregas, and he immediately knew that he had made a big mistake! His original idea was not wrong, but it was not the general of the Dark Dragoon, nor the old triumvirate of the Inquisition, it was Medirri standing on the chariot!

Medirri never bargains and will never reason with you. Looking at the eyes that glittered with dark blue fire and stared straight at him, old Fabregas was sure that even if each of the more than 200 armed men present could hit Medirri, it would definitely be after she had beheaded herself with that murderous murder!

Under the banner of the Bloody Council, there are many people who can surpass Medirri in terms of force alone, but there is no one as crazy as her!

Almost instantly, sweat welled up on the old Fabregas's forehead. His brain was frantically trying to find a solution to the crisis, but the opening lines of almost any plan were too long, to the point that he would be vetoed at the slightest thought, and the only way to do that was to agree directly to Medirri's terms. But if there is no process of bargaining, how can it be called a political one? Besides, he had just rejected Medirri's request, so how could the other party compromise as soon as he wanted to make a move? What's the difference between this and kneeling and begging for mercy?

Just when the elder Fabregas was cornered and had to make up his mind to fight to the death, Medirri seemed to suddenly remember something, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

However, the killing prison in her hand was like a demon that smelled blood, buzzing and screaming, and floated on its own!

"Wait!" The roaring sound of the engine in the distance could not drown out the crisp and bright sound.

Peperos drove the locomotive out of the darkness at as fast as he could, and with a slight exertion of the front wheels on a gentle slope, the whole locomotive flew high and flew directly over the crushed flower beds to the castle. The locomotive slammed to one side, the tires screamed, wisps of green smoke on the ground, and it spun more than a dozen times in succession before it stopped.

Before the locomotive could fully stop, Peperos threw it directly to the ground, and he himself jumped lightly, landing on the back of one of the chariots on which Medirli had stood.

"Can't do it!" Peperos lowered his voice and spoke eagerly. Medirri's brows furrowed together, she had already clenched her greatsword, and the blade of the 'Prison Slayer' sword was pointed diagonally to the sky!

"If you kill all the people here, what are you going to do next, get out of here or wait for the council to decide? Sue also needs to be injected with 2101 for ten days! Peperos's words were like a basin of ice water, causing the flames in Medirri's eyes to visibly converge.

Peperos immediately seized the fleeting moment, walked to the front of the chariot, and said aloud: "Dear Monsieur Fabregas, I think Her Excellency Medirri has clearly expressed her wishes. And as far as I know, you have already taken action against Ensign Su at least twice, and the second time is not at all fair. Even with the hatred that killed Raikna, such revenge was beyond what it should be. At this point, if something like this happens in the future, we will have to understand that this is an enemy of the Judgment, and the Fabregas family will be responsible for all the consequences at that time! ”

Peperos's words did not make Fabregas old pleasant, but at least he was able to accept it, and this was the area of politics that he knew and excelled in. And the price paid for the two actions against Su already made him feel a little unbearable, if it weren't for the sweet fruit of Persephone waiting to be picked behind, and vaguely began to be afraid of Sue's tenacious perseverance, old Fabregas himself wanted to give up the action against Su.

"Your statement is not in line with etiquette, but it is in line with the rules. I will settle this matter at the level of the parliament, and until the parliament has a corresponding conclusion, I can promise to temporarily stop the operation against the Su. Fabregas Sr. spoke in such a way that it sounded less uncomfortable to say something that was actually a complete show of weakness.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean......" Peperos asked Medirri in a low voice.

Medirri looked reluctant, but nodded slowly, a sign of approval of Peperosti, but the blood-stained inscription on her sword did not dim at all. Peperoz's heart couldn't help but tighten, she had been following Medirli for more than two years, and naturally knew very well what this meant. The murderous aura in Medirri's heart was not vented, she was deliberately showing weakness in order to find an opportunity to kill.

Almost all the people of Fabregas did not expect that Medirri, who had interpreted the fierceness and arrogance to the extreme, would accept the conditions so simply and not choose to kill them. In their opinion, Medirri was bluffing at first by doing so.

When the heart that almost hangs down the throat falls, all of them feel a little collapsed. There is a gap in their originally meticulous and agile thinking. At this time, the minds of many people are once again occupied by tradition and anger, and they forget that they are one of the triumvirate of the Medirri Inquisition, and instead remember that she is nothing more than a very young and beautiful girl. They felt even more deeply ashamed of their panic and cowardice, how could the young children of the four great families be afraid of a woman?

Of course, these young people did not think deeply about whether the three wealthy families would accept the term "four families".

There was a coax, and the crowd immediately resounded with a lot of discussions, although the voice was soft, but since old Fabregas could hear it clearly, how could Medirri not hear it?

A cold sweat broke down old Fabregas's spine, and he instinctively sensed the crisis, for no other reason, but because he knew that Medirli was definitely going to do it just now, and that this girl who had come out of the darkness had never bluffed.

Of course, the content of the discussion will not have any positive comments about Medirli, and even there will be a lot of obscene and dirty content. For example, this sentence "Isn't Sue the male favorite of the woman in Arthur's house?" Look at this chick looks pretty good, why do you even want this kind of man? It's really uncomfortable, so you might as well come to me......"

"Shut up!" Old Fabregas roared!

He suddenly felt that the usual discipline of these clansmen was still too lax, and there were too few tests for them. Under the shadow of their families, these young men have lost their beastly instinct for danger. They can provoke the three major families, they can provoke the high-ranking officers of the Dark Dragoon, but they can't provoke the Inquisition. And what was the result of the provocation of Medirri?

Medirri reached forward with her left hand and volleyed in the direction of old Fabregas. As soon as Peperos' shoulder touched Medirri's left arm, his entire body flew sideways without resistance, out of range of the chariot.

Seeing Medirri's sudden move, the dozens of people gathered at the gate of the castle screamed, and even old Fabregas squeezed into the crowd in shock. At this moment, almost all of them were captured by fear, feeling that they were the target of the coming thunderous blow!

With a snort, a young man in his twenties, dressed in a luxurious suit, flew out of the crowd and flew towards Medirli. During the flight of more than fifty meters, he screamed hysterically and struggled, but he could not break free from the invisible restraint at all, and was helplessly pulled in front of Medirri!

All the fighters stared blankly at this qiē, they completely forgot to shoot, and even if they remembered it, they didn't dare to shoot. This young man's identity is the grandson of Fabregas Sr., and the third in line to the family, or the person who just said that Medirli lacks a man, he might as well go to him.

'Killing Hell' silently broke through the space, drawing a deep black cross in the night sky. The screams of the elder Fabregas's grandson stopped abruptly, and his body remained in a struggling position, frozen in the air for a full second, and then suddenly it broke into four pieces and fell to different places!

Blood rained down on Medirri's head. Beads of blood slipped through the satin-like pale gray hair and fell again, unable to linger for a moment.

Blood piled up at her feet, and when the night wind blew, Medirli's long pale gray hair fluttered lightly, with a silver light, as if painting a fairytale world in hell.

No one could breathe, no one dared to shoot, and the bloody scene just now had shocked the audience.

Medirri glanced coldly at old Fabregas, who was hiding in the crowd, and tapped the chariot under his feet with the Prison Killing. The engines of the chariots roared again, and the two chariots, with great skill, drew a concentric semicircle and carried Medirri slowly out of Ralven Forest.

At some point, there was a cynical young man at the ruined gate of the manor. The untrimmed beard believed his true age, and the flickering cigarette butts distinguished him from the neatly dressed and meticulous family disciples. This man is none other than the grandson of Fabregas Sr. and the first in line to the family's heir, Ricardo. Cesc Fabregas.

He leaned against the remaining doorpost, staring at Medirri, who was approaching. Medirri, standing at the front of the chariot, stared into the dark distance with her deep blue gaze, and the bloody 'Killing Hell' leaned against the side wall of the chariot, the square end of the sword almost dragging to the ground.

Ricardo knew that Medirri didn't see him at all. It's not because she didn't find herself, but because she didn't matter at all in her eyes, so she completely ignored it.

Faced with the murderous Medirri, fear continued to flood from the depths of Ricardo's heart. But there was more blazing fire in his eyes! As the chariot rumbled past the gate, Ricardo threw his cigarette butt to the ground and leaped to his feet, at least to the same height as Medirri, and had enough momentum to ascend.

He shouted, "Hey! Girl! ……”

Ricardo had just shouted a few words, and Kill suddenly appeared above his head like a nightmare, and slapped it diagonally! As soon as fear flashed in Ricardo's pupils, he flew out at an unknown speed that was many times faster than when he jumped up, and smashed into the solid ground like a cannonball!

"Huh?" Medirli was a little surprised, but she didn't expect that she didn't shoot this guy who dared to get so close to her with a casual shot. But she didn't think of making up for it. For her, not swatting a fly to death really didn't make a big deal, it wasn't worth the effort, and it was half-crippled, if not dead, anyway.

Ricardo was surprisingly tenacious, and he was able to hold up his upper body and yell at Medirri, who was fading away, "You're cool!" ”。

However, Ricardo immediately coughed violently, and a large cloud of blood foamed from his mouth, and seven or eight sharp pains all over his body made his face pale. He muttered, "Damn, I've broken so many bones, I'm in a bit of trouble now." ”

Off-road vehicle after off-road vehicle drove past Ricardo, flying dust covering his face. On the off-road vehicle was the arbitrator who accompanied Medirri, and in the last car there was an extra Peperos.

Ricardo grinned at Peperos and met her idiot gaze nonchalantly.

At the gate of the castle, old Fabregas clung to his heart, and his young and strong heart was a little too much to bear to beat like crazy. His lips were gray, and the joints of his five fingers were all cyan from too much exertion. And his body trembled even more, and he could fall down at any moment.

His grandson was guilty of offending Medirli and deserved to be punished, but not so severe as to give his life. However, Medirri relied on this small excuse to kill him in front of everyone!

Medirri gave the elder Fabregas one last look, and the meaning was very clear: I killed the third in line of succession, if you still want to kill Su in the name of family honor, then please come to me first.