Koster Bird is Chinese New Year's Eve and 8 years old. As a quasi-sword saint, thirty-eight years old is really young, and there are only seven or eight quasi-sword saints under the age of forty in the entire Aris continent with their fingers broken on their heads, and Coster is one of them.

At the age of thirty-eight, he became a powerhouse who could become a sword master with one more step, undoubtedly with an extremely dazzling aura. A man with such a strong force, and at the same time a good background like Koster Bird, is mostly above the top and has no one in mind. But Turst is an exception, this man is cautious and meticulous, even if he has the arrogance of a child of a noble family, he is still gentle and polite in the eyes of outsiders, like a clerical from the Holy Court more than like a quasi-sword saint-level warrior.

Koster had always known that the situation in Madagarh was complicated, and he was reluctant to use force if he could take Madagarh by other means. After all, everyone knows that the use of force will eventually lead to failure, and when you hurt the enemy, you will inevitably hurt yourself. What's more, Madagarh is not a plate of steak served to the bed, it is more like a quiet hornet's nest, which is not something that can be poked casually. Therefore, Kosco's meticulous plan A is to take Madagarh without blood, and it is really not to take action and use force is the reserve plan B.

When Plan A and Plan B are implemented at the same time, of course, they will first move south, to put pressure on Madagarh, and to form a no-man's land to separate the elves. Then there was the eclipse of Filid Zama and Miller Vecchi, and once the mayor and the city guard corps were overhauled, Madagarh was half of the deal.

After grasping the real power of Madagarh, the other voices of disobedience are nothing more than the fight of trapped beasts. Although it can't be underestimated, it can't turn over much of the wind and waves. In this way, the plan to divide and eat Madagar was realized.

The whole plan is perfect. There was an accident during the execution, and this accident was Jeari Penocchi.

Unexpectedly, this big businessman of Madagarh had such a keen sense of smell, and he had really caught the evidence that he wanted to take charge of Madagarh alone based on only a few months of business records. He really had the evidence, not speculation like Fielder or Miller.

If Jeari hadn't appeared, Koster would have guessed with all his might, and in their position, they would have been suspicious and cautious. This gave him the opportunity to take advantage of their hesitation to successfully set up the net. By the time they found out that something was wrong and struggling, they had already been caught, and no matter how much they tossed, it would be useless.

So Jeari is a big trouble, and what's even more troublesome is that he can't let go and can't kill. Once the red-haired fox is released, no one can guarantee that he will not do anything. And if he is killed, the result will be as Shavro said, forcing the Madagar Sansha Chamber of Commerce to hug each other tightly, and instead there will be a powerful force hostile to him.

Under the power of the two powers, Koster can only eat and drink well and put Je Ali under house arrest. Fortunately, it won't be very long. Once he takes Madagarh, he will be free to clean up the red-haired fox, and when the time comes, it will be up to him to skin or keep it in captivity.

Thinking of this, Koster showed a faint smile in his grip and went back to the map of Madagarh.

Madagarh is indeed a fat meat from the map, although it is surrounded by mountains on its back, although this time the movement of troops to the south has to bypass the Naxi Mountains, but this also means that when he masters Madagarh, he can use the Naxi Mountains to make Madagarh's back worry-free. What's more, the Naxi Mountains are rich in mines, and there is no shortage of Rockwell iron ore, dense silver, and iron ore. A veritable mountain of gold.

To the east, there is nothing to fear, as long as you don't take the initiative to provoke those peace-loving elves, you don't have to worry about the double blow of sharp arrows and natural magic from the elves. To the west, a surface fleet from the Jesper family has set sail. Eight days later, you'll be on the Costa Smeralda, if Madagarh's beam-jumping clown dares to make a move. He dared to give orders to bombard Madagarh!

There was indeed a threat from Orson Manor to the southeast, but he had the foresight to cut off the passage and build a strong defensive line first. In this way, the east, south, and west have been successfully encircled in all aspects, and Madagarh is already a turtle in the urn, just waiting for him to come and take it gently.

Seeing this, Coster couldn't help but smile on his lips, took the coffee cup on the table and threw two candies into it, gently stirring it with the graceful movements of a child of an aristocratic family. In the past, he didn't like to add sugar to his coffee, but today he added two of them, and the taste of the coffee must be as sweet as picking the tempting fruit of Madagarh.

The high-quality granulated sugar melted quickly in the stirring, and the coffee in the cup did smell strong and fragrant, and Coster lowered his head and was about to take a sip.

The door was pushed open abruptly, and the herald hurried in: "Sorry to disturb you, Lord Bird. ”

Coster sighed, secretly annoyed by the interruption of his wonderful mood, but his face was not at all, and he responded gently: "Don't care. Kevin, what's going on?"

"My lord, a gang of land thugs in Madagarh are gathering outside the mansion to make trouble, you see?"

Coster waved his hand and said, "Get rid of it." ”

Herald Kevin hurried out to deliver instructions from the Minnese Overseer.

Koster lowered his head and continued to drink his coffee, only to feel that it was really fragrant and lubricated, and the coffee of Madagarh was indeed worthy of its reputation and deserved the reputation of liquid gold.

Halfway through his drink, Kevin ran back to him.

Koster frowned imperceptibly: "What's wrong again?"

Kevin's face was very ugly, and he said in a low voice: "I can't disperse, but people are ...... The more you surround it, the more you encircle. ”

Coster was stunned: "Let's go, go out and have a look." ”

The two of them came to the window on the third floor, and the shouts from outside were already very clear. Koster glanced out the window, and saw that his temporary mansion was already full of people on the third floor and the outer three floors, and when he looked down, it was full of heads with various colors of hair. Just looking at this battle, there are more than 1,000 people, and there are people who are constantly participating and watching the excitement are coming in a steady stream.

When he walked out the window, Coster found that Chavreaux was also there, along with three others, Warner Shannon, his own brainchild, Pierre Burt, and Chief Intelligence Officer Richard Graves.

Looking back at the window again, the people outside the temporary mansion were full of emotion. A large group of young men with red cloth strips on their heads tied around the inner circle were confronting the guards, and the grasping and tearing was not even a hand-to-hand tearing. But the physical conflict is constantly escalating, and there is only a fuse missing from the official twisting. The people in the outer circle are constantly shouting insults, and the words are vulgar, and all the female members who are close to their family are repeatedly reincarnated.

This level of scolding did not affect Koster's calm temper, and he only frowned slightly at the white cloth covering the humble stretcher in the crowd. Judging from the bulging outline of the white cloth, and the blooming blood stains on it, it was 100% covered with a corpse.

"What's going on?" asked Koster again, this time targeting his intelligence officer.

Richard replied, "That's right. Excellency. Yesterday evening several guards went to the tavern for a drink, and when they got drunk, they molested a hostess in the tavern. Originally, it was nothing, but the trouble was that the hostess was married, and her husband came to the door to seek justice. Outcome...... His guards accidentally shot and killed the man, and this is how things got into trouble. It was supposed to be a trifle......"

It's really a trifle. In the eyes of the high-ranking aristocracy, he molested a hostess. It's not a big deal to fight and make trouble and kill a male civilian or something. Throwing a bag of gold coins afterwards can be easily solved. In the past, everyone did this, and who cared if the civilians, or rather the poor, were killed.

The only thing I didn't expect was that this time in Madagarh was different, the deceased made a fuss, and it got bigger and bigger. All the way to the gate of the Overseer's temporary residence, where the guards who killed the dead were served.

"Murder pays for life! Hand over the murderer!"

"Overseers indulge their subordinates, administrative injustice, Madagarh doesn't need such overseers!"

"Blood debts are paid in blood, and the lives of civilians are also lives. Unfair managers!"

"My child—you died so miserably—what am I going to do if you die?

"***** flirt with our women. Kill our friends, Aris could be more murderous than this?! Dissatisfied, unfair, you are not qualified to be the overseer of Madagarh! Hand over the murderer and get out of power yourself!"

The shouts outside the window came and went, and Koster was slightly upset when he heard it. Now that he is not in control of Madagarh, and the real power in his hands is not enough, this kind of thing has already happened at this time, which is indeed a big trouble, and it is not conducive to the whole plan.

When the people below saw Coster showing his face outside the window, they shouted loudly, "It's him! He's the new overseer, indulging in his men to play with women and murder!"

It was like a scoop of water poured into boiling oil, and the crowd at the bottom was fierce, shouting and scolding even more.

Koster took half a step back, hid his face into the shadows, and said, "Which one of your subordinates did it? Find it out and throw it out!"

The intelligence officer looked embarrassed: "This ...... This one...... The offending guards fled overnight, and the people who went out to pursue them have not returned......"

Koster's face stiffened, and he faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't correctly capture what was wrong, so he said: "Give you a day to find someone!

The intelligence officer nodded hurriedly and watched Koster leave with a chill all over his body.

The rest of the people were still looking out the window, and Warner had a thoughtful expression on his face, and asked carefully, "What is the name of the woman who is being molested?"

"Lynn Rutherberg. Richard replied unhappily: "Scholar, I am too worried, the whole thing is not as deeply involved as you think. ”

"Really?" Warner had a mocking expression on his face, not because he looked down on the intelligence officer's wisdom, but because the two had always had contradictions in their struggle for power, and it had always been Warner's interest to be sarcastic.

"I'm a firm believer that everything is inevitably connected, and there is never anything that isn't involved. ”

"You've read too many books. The expression on Richard's face was even more disgusted, and he said with a smile: "The scholar has always been discerning, and he can see through the whole thing at a glance that the whole thing is a fairy dance made by the tavern waitress and his man. It's just that scholars have always refrained from drinking in order to stay sober, so they can't feel the lethality of drunk fanatics, right? ”

Warner then smiled: "I have always used wisdom to kill, and the level of my own hands is lower, and it is very dirty. Anyway, I'll go back and read the ancient books I haven't finished, and Lord Graves should hurry up and find out the people, lest Lord Bird be angry. Well, the time of the day is a little tight, do you want me to help? I can't do it, but my brain is better than you. ”

Richard grimaced: "No need!"

Warner didn't mind on his face, and walked away with a light smile.

Immediately after Richard walked away with a calm face, Shavlo's son continued to stay where he was and watch the excitement, unaware of the thoughtful look on his father's face. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. )