Answer two questions. The first question www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion is that I don't like to read political content. In fact, I think these are not political content, but a means, and I think these descriptions and foreshadowing are necessary, because I also hide a lot of foreshadowing in them, and I will reveal them one by one in the future. Besides, a down-and-out doomsday nobleman arrives in a city that is extremely chaotic, and it is impossible for those original forces to shout at the lord as soon as they sit down, and it will take a process from Wren coming to this place to his complete control of the city. The process is indispensable, and it should be as reasonable as possible.

The size of a gold coin is like a one-dollar coin, and the text says that there is a bank-like institution, as well as a "certificate of deposit", which can be used as a promissory note, which will be discussed later. The specific situation will be described in more detail later after entering the imperial capital.

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The deafening roar died down, and Hute stood on the pile of corpses with his feet on it. His left arm had been cut off from his elbow, and the wound was still bleeding from the simple bandage. The black-brown blood scab on his indistinguishable face condensed into a thick shell, and with every change in his expression, dried black-brown fragments collapsed. His body shook slightly, his brain was starved of oxygen due to excessive blood loss, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the dead streets.

Win!

Victory!

It was a moment of absurdity to him, he was like beasts fighting each other in the Colosseum, surrounded by crowds cheering for death. Whether he wins or loses, he can't escape an ending in the end. He suddenly realized that he had not been happy at all these years. He thought he would be happy, but it wasn't.

Les was so angry that his fingers stiffly grabbed his trouser tube, and blood foamed from his mouth as he grew up, and he was stabbed three times by Hute in a row. Les lost his life, he lost an arm, and he would even lose his life, he looked sadly at Les, who was looking up at him, grabbed the hilt of his sword with his backhand, and stabbed him in the head! The pain of his ankle being pinched, the pain gradually disappeared, and Rice's body was completely stiffened, just like other people who lay down and no longer stood up, and eventually became cold, and became the nourishment of a certain land outside the city of Ortrenburg.

Maybe decades or more later, someone will dig him up and examine what this white bone has been through. But more likely, there are a few wild dogs, wild wolves that specialize in eating dead human flesh, and they dig him out to fill their stomachs.

"Quick, send me to the Tongda Chamber of Commerce. He ordered his most powerful assistant by his side, one of his adopted sons. He adopted five adopted sons, four of whom died in front of him, giving their lives in battle to protect him, or to fight for territory and profit. He took it for granted that this good character would be passed on, but the god of fate always likes to play a little joke on people when they least want to.

The young and wounded boy took the long sword from Hutter's hand and hung it around his waist, and he held Hutter's only remaining right hand and led him towards the dark street corner. There were also some people around who were wailing that they were not dead, and they begged for help in their small voices.

The two walking figures suddenly paused, and Hute hugged the young man, his arms trembling and trying to embrace life, his glasses widening. The young man slowly pulled a long, one-foot-long dagger from Hutt's waist and expertly stuffed it back into the sharkskin sheath in his arms.

"Why?"

The young man smiled brightly, and the two rows of fine white teeth lingered in the dark night with a heart-palpitating luster. He said, "You always tell us about your exploits, that you have defeated the former master who adopted you, and that you have taken his inheritance and all of it. Ever since I first heard this story, I've been thinking about a question. If power and prestige need to be watered with blood, then the strongest life should be chosen, and only the strongest life can release the most bright red blood and bloom the most delicate flowers!"

In a tone of great affirmation, he said, "From this day forward, I will take on the responsibility of rebuilding the Brotherhood. Rest assured, I will be better than you, and I will go out of Ortrenburg and let the flag of the Brotherhood fly throughout the Empire!"

With that, he pressed one hand on Hute's face, pushed him aside, and silently glanced at this big man who had once made people smell and change color, revealing a disdainful sneer.

He straightened his meter and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Hute gasped for breath, his eyes drifting out of focus. Moments before his death, he returned to that winter thirty years ago. He had just been abandoned by a woman who had lost her husband, shivering in the cave of the city gate, quietly waiting for the cold to take his life. In the moment of his utter despair, a big man with a beard stretched out his hand to him and smiled, "Hey, boy, can you still stand up? I need a couple of helpers, can you do that?"

He barely stood up, fell a little, and finally happily took the warm big hand of the bearded man and walked towards his destination in the cold wind.

The world is like a cycle.

He killed the man who treated him like a father with his own hands, and today, he is killed by the man he regarded as his adopted son. Is there really retribution in this world? Is everything that has happened to me now retribution? What an irony, that I, a man destined to dance, died in this unknown corner...... in such a wretch.

It was a magical night in which two big men, driven by a coincidence, became a page in the legendary history of Ortlenburg. When people turn the page, their stories will fade away, and the things they did will be settled.

The night was like ink, and there were no fingers to be seen, and Rice's dwelling was brilliantly lit.

Harvey's face was very ugly, and standing opposite him was the leader of the Sword and Shield Mercenary Regiment, Bato, and the Captain Kumar of the Wild Sea Mercenary Regiment. Both mercenary groups are not good things, it can be said that they are full of evil, and their existence is entirely for the sparkle of gold coins. With enough money, they can kill anyone, be it a stranger, or a loved one.

As soon as the battle in the distance ended, Harvey rushed to Rice's house with the slave catchers, rummaged through Rice's house, and finally found what he hoped to find. He silently nailed Les to the pillar of shame of the mentally handicapped in his heart, and didn't he hurry up when he got this thing? What bullshit inheritance, family belongings, all added up are not as important as this thin piece of paper, this piece of paper represents power, and the future.

He didn't expect that he was fast, and others were not slow, and before he had time to leave, he was blocked by Barto and Kumar in Rice's house.

The mercenaries, who were as cold as machines, had no possibility of negotiating at all, and each of them had a golden glow in their eyes. One million gold coins, each person is divided into a few hundred, and more is divided into a few thousand, and they even dare to kill their parents for this money, not to mention that the other party is just a slave trader?

"Hand it over, live. Or we will kill you and search your corpse. Bartow licked the dark dagger, the muscles of his whole body jumping as the tip of his tongue crossed the blade, he longed for blood, for the death of others to prove his strength. The brutal light in his little eyes was distorted and frantic, and he hoped that Harvey could withstand it, refused to cooperate, and then killed them all.

On this somewhat cold night, Harvey's head was sweaty, and the numbers and strength of the two sides were not in contrast. He has a good number of people, but the quality is not very high. The slave hunting team is good to say, those slaves have been castrated, and the black barbarians after castration can no longer be called "barbarians", they have become much more docile, compared with those ferocious mercenaries, they are too bad, and they are not a grade at all.

But he didn't want to give up, this was a title deed worth millions of gold coins, as long as he could escape, he would have everything!

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate and saw that a fight was about to break out, Poole and Kent appeared with a large number of guards and the city defense army. Their appearance surprised Harvey and the two mercenary captains, and made them a little annoyed. The meat is in the mouth, the tongue has been licked, and at this time, it is suddenly snatched away, and that kind of violent mentality can drive everyone crazy. They considered whether to give face to these two official bigwigs, stop for the time being, or start fighting directly.

Just when they were having a hard time deciding, another group of people came.

These people don't look brave, they don't look fierce, everyone is amiable, and there is no sense of threat, but whether it is Harvey or the two mercenary group leaders, they dare not underestimate these people. They are not famous, ordinary residents have not even heard the names of several of them. But they are also famous, and in the eyes of those who are able, their united power is so strong that it surpasses all the forces of Ortlenburg combined.

The fact that they rarely voice their own ideas and voices does not mean that they have no interests. When they decided to speak out, no one dared to resist, especially if they were unanimous.

They have a common name - Haoshang.

An old man in a printed robe, short and fat, slightly bald, looking to be in his fifties, smiled and stroked his shy belly, and said in a very relaxed tone: "Tonight Ortlenburg is chaotic enough, we don't want to see a chaotic city, so please stop, we definitely don't want to see a large-scale firefight again." He leaned over and threw his hands back to invite, "This is also the opinion of all of us." ”

Harvey's stiff face softened and a smug smile appeared, he was also half a businessman, although his business would make some people feel disgusted and disgusted. On the other hand, the expressions of the two leaders of the mercenary group were much more serious.

In the end, both sides chose to stop the coming war and move the battlefield to the negotiating table.

Seeing that he had received a satisfactory answer, the old man immediately chuckled, "You see, we still love this city, and we don't want blood to stain her delicate beauty." I thank the three of you for your patience and benevolence for the 310,000 people of Ortlenburg, and may the God of Light bless you forever!"