Mark Garth, the third son of the previous Lord of Garth, succeeded his father as Lord of the City four years ago as the third in line to the throne of the first two deceased. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 In most people's minds, Mark, who had never received any systematic education in administration, would be an out-and-out fool as a city lord, like all playboys of his stature.

The facts seem to prove people's opinions, and perhaps people underestimate his stupidity, after all, allowing several opposing gangs in the city to unite and essentially monopolize and control the lower classes of the people, such stupidity rarely happened under the tenure of countless city lords on the western border for hundreds of years.

If people's opinions don't matter, then it is worth mentioning that in the eyes of the people who represent the central Gals City Magic Administration and the Special Events Management Bureau, the name Mark Gars is even less likeable.

After the complete destruction of the huge gang that had essentially ruled the city of Gars, the Gals Gang, the investigators analyzed and examined the remains of the site and finally concluded that there was the activity of the Holy See mage. After comparing intelligence and carefully examining several disgusting corpses, it was confirmed that Joe Cleveland, the second leader of the Gars Gang, was a Holy See mage!

Holy See mages! The fools who are babbling and shouting "God, God" with faith! Engrave the emblem of magic on their foreheads, hoping that their gods can control their mental perversions! Every Imperial mage who knows them sneers at them, and even the stupidest fool can know how easy it is for these god-believing madmen to recognize!

But, Joe Cleveland, one of these crazy people, he can actually lurk inside the empire for more than ten years, or, decades! and, hell, the Holy See is in the northeast of the empire, and there is a fairly wide sea area in the middle, and their spies can actually penetrate deep into the western frontier, and even take root here!

This is a great disgrace. For the Gars City Special Events Management Sub-Bureau, especially.

Every Gals agent with a face that looked like he had been slapped hard by the dead man was full of resentment towards Mark. Of course, it is their responsibility to track down the spies lurking within the empire, but a big gang like the Snake Gang that can help manage law and order, when the gang leader takes office, he also has to make the city lord nod. Considering that they are both newly appointed and the agents who are full of resentment towards Mark have almost used this to deal with Mark directly as a spy several times.

However, if they could know the truth of everything like a true god, they would probably regret being bewitched by Mark's seemingly innocent appearance at this time, and they would have spared this contemptible traitor for a while. Unfortunately, no mortal can see the complete truth of any single thing. Just like Brunei, he can only look at the pitiful one-sidedness and make judgments in confusion.

It's not that he is really a spy of the Holy See - if even the level of the city lord is infiltrated by the Holy See and brainwashed into a devout disciple, the empire will probably be really hopeless, but the new city lord of Gars City is frivolous in the eyes of everyone, and Mark Gars, who can't do anything except hold banquets, is not as stupid as he seems.

In fact, among the many city lords on the western border of the empire, he can be regarded as one of the most skillful and aspiring city lords, although almost no one can see it. A simple, but secretive fact can confirm this, that is, the former leader of the Black Tiger Gang and the big leader of the Gars gang who rarely shows up is Mark Gars.

Of course, he also knew the identity of Joe Cleveland's Holy See mage, but he didn't understand the "faith" thing, nor did he understand the mechanism of the Holy See mage determining his strength through faith, he thought that the second gang leader just wanted to become stronger.

This vision is understandable, and the code of conduct of the devout believers is often simple, which gives him the illusion that his second gang leader is a person who can be easily controlled. He used the identity of the other party's Holy See mage to threaten the other party to do things for himself, but he happened to hit it off with Qiao, who was worried that he had no way to serve the Lord, and with the cooperation of the two, they quickly integrated the three major gangs.

The process is also very simple, Joe sneaks up on the leader of the Sharp Bugs and coerces him to become his own magic attendant, given that Joe is not a pure-bred imperial mage, an unloyal magic acolyte cannot pose the threat he should have posed, and the mage squire's contract becomes a contract in which he unilaterally has the advantage. In short, there was little resistance to the establishment of the Gars Gang.

If this plan, which he had been running since his two older brothers were still alive, succeeded, he would become the first city lord in the Western Frontier in the last hundred years to be in some sense truly a city lord.

Therefore, one can imagine how much of a blow Brunei, to be exact, the system, dealt to him.

This is also understandable why he has not even attended any banquets in the past few days, and has always locked himself in his room and kept the door closed. He has worked hard for more than ten years or even decades to manage the huge plan, even if even the foundation has been uprooted, it is impossible to simply give up, and there will always be a dream that may be remedied.

Now, for example, when others thought he was hiding in his bedroom, he had changed into a rough cloth coat, put on a fake beard, and had carefully plastered himself with some dust, and his face was wrinkled, in short, it was hard to see that it was the owner of this town, Mark Gars, without paying special attention to this young old pauper.

He walked to the Xicheng District with ease, past the bustling merchants, and came to the huge black building with his back to the West City Wall.

The empire worships black. It is said that the production of black pigments consumes many colors of pigments, which is very expensive, and the aesthetic expansion of clothing extends to all other aspects. After His Majesty the Emperor expressed his preference for black, black became a symbol of dignity.

The color of the Gars Gang headquarters suggests something, but people tend to take it as a sign of the Gals' lawlessness and wantonness, as well as proof of the incompetence and cowardice of the new city owners, without seriously thinking about the message behind it.

Originally, there were few people living near this building, and as the largest gang in Gars City, he was born with a power that would make people prefer to take a detour rather than approach. Mark Garth used to like the sparsely populated environment, which allowed him to experience a certain taste of power that he couldn't even experience as a city lord.

However, now there was no figure in sight around this building, and even the birds did not want to stop nearby, but the city lord of Mark did not feel the slightest enjoyment, but was shocked by this dead silence, and trembled slightly. Even the beautiful black exterior wall, to his eyes at this moment, looked more like charred black residue left behind after being engulfed in flames.

It's not that the living don't enter, but it's lifeless. This is the impression that the Gars Gang headquarters of the past gives now.

And it is, and it is.

Four or five days had passed since that incident, and the various corpses inside had already been examined, recovered, and disposed of by the agents of the Special Management Department, and Mark was still a hundred meters away from the gate, and he still smelled the smell of blood and corpses that lingered in his nightmares. He almost wanted to turn back.

But in the end he walked in.

The smell inside was stronger than the outside, but it looked fairly clean, with no blood, no wreckage, not even traces of a fight. Everything was taken and cleared by the Special Management Department as possible clues and threats. The only proof of the tragedy, apart from the lingering smell, were the two shallow pits on the ground at the entrance.

It is said that the two large iron doors that Mark built on a whim for the sake of grandeur smashed them out. His eyes didn't stay on it for long, and as imposing as it looked, it was nothing compared to the man's feat of slaughtering thousands.

He walked up the stairs, the same route the monster had taken, and the smell of blood grew stronger and stronger, so much so that he almost had the illusion that he was walking on a river of blood. The feeling sickened him, and he tried not to imagine what it had been...... It is said that everyone on the fourth floor was neatly torn from the waist, and there were even people moaning when the agents arrived......

Mark leaned against the wall with a pale face, swallowed hard for a while, and finally did not spit it out.

5th floor, reception room. As on the first floor, there are no doors here, and the wall around the door frame almost forms a large circular hole. Mark shuddered as he remembered that there seemed to be a dozen or so people pressed against that door, and at last their bodies were huddled together, barely able to separate.

But none of this is enough to prove the monster's strength, only to show that he is incredibly cruel. What really proved his suffocating and terrifying prowess was the chilling integrity of the reception room, except for the wall that had been smashed through the door.

Mark knew Jona's true strength close to the third-turn mage, and he also knew that Bell, who had reported to him, was an elite agent and had undoubtedly strong combat ability in the second-turn mage. The two men were killed without resistance, and Bell even judged that there was no hope of escaping, leaving not even a trace......

It is impossible for an ordinary three-turn mage to do this. Could that monster be a legendary mage?

That's what the people in the Special Management Department explained to him. Be cautious and not even dare to offer Brunei a high bounty to let him know that his crime has been understood. But, unlike them, Mark, as a person who considers himself not so stupid, has his own opinions and opinions. Brunei Castro, no doubt, is a 16-year-old child in the village of Thar.

The Salan mage in charge of their village can attest. From birth, to growth, to becoming a mage apprentice, every step he took can be said to be watched by the Empire. Brunei was to blame, but it wasn't his own doing, at least, it wasn't something he could repeat again - perhaps he had picked up some of the strange magic items in the legend.

The reason for giving him such a low bounty - Mark has also heard the saying that Brunei's parents are high-level magic attendants who are very trusted by a certain adult in the Ministry of Public Security. In this way, everything is explained.

After reorganizing his thoughts, Mark crouched down in the middle of the reception room and fumbled for a while. Somehow he triggered a mechanism, and a stone brick slid aside to reveal an emerald green rod.

"Hmph......," Mark sneered, reached in, broke it, and, viciously—precisely, gritted his teeth, "Brunei! you know what?