In the center of Bihu City, a small city lord's mansion made of light gray granite, in the middle of the living room of less than fifty square meters on the first floor of the two-story city lord's mansion, there was a broken pine long table that occupied half of the living room.

At one end of the long table, near the staircase, sat the sycophant Yaheng Baker, on either side of the long table, sat the nobles and lords of Bihu City, and at the other end of the long table, sat an old elf.

You know, elves don't grow old, and after a hundred years of adolescence, the elves' appearance hardly changes, and they remain like humans at about twenty years old until they die.

However, the old elf sitting opposite Aheng Baker looked very old, leaning on the broken back chair, he was about to bend into a parabolic back, and he struggled to lift the silver-haired, wrinkled-like face like a dried corpse, and stared at the sycophant Yaheng Baker across the long table with a slight trembling body.

This old man is the lord of Bihu City, a small city that is not much bigger than Hill City, but a hundred times more ruined-Gegil King, the Jin family to which he belongs, has been the lord of this territory for generations, and is a native of the old school aristocratic force in the area.

Yaheng Baker has been silently observing Guggill King for nearly twenty minutes, and the more he looks, the smaller Yaheng Baker's eyes narrow, and the more he looks, the greater the mystery in Yaheng Baker's heart.

Finally, Yaheng Baker spoke: "What the hell is wrong with you Gergil, when I saw you last year, you weren't like this, I know very well, you are fifty years younger than me, how did you get old like this?"

"Cough, cough, cough......" In an old voice, Gergil King coughed a few times, and spewed out a large stream of dark black and smoke-filled thick phlegm, which he sprayed on the table in front of him, and the table was corroded by the thick phlegm he spewed out of a circle of large black holes at the edges, as if it was burned out by concentrated sulfuric acid.

"You're poisoned, Gergil!" Ahyan Baker slammed to his feet, staring at the hole in the table in front of Gergil.

"Yes......" Guggier replied weakly, and as he spoke, his head trembled slightly, and with only two slight tremors, countless long snow-white hairs, like snowflakes, fell from Guggill's head.

Looking at Gergill King's sad look, Yaheng Baker asked him in a deep voice, "Who did it?"

Before Guggill could reply, a young man from the elven clan sitting on his right side spoke: "My father was poisoned by Downs Wharton, in the past twenty years, Downs Wharton has attacked us countless times, under the leadership of my father, we resisted bravely, and did not let Downs Wharton succeed, he was very jealous of my father, so he bribed the assassins to poison my father." ”

"Hmm......" The old Guggill King smiled sadly after his son finished telling his story.

"I see, hey," Ahyan Baker sighed, sat back in the chair, and then whispered: "Gergil, what happened to you, I regret it, the king has decreed, this area is my territory, your family, now under my control, since you are poisoned, then the city lord you don't do it, leave it to your son, can you do it, Bishop?"

It turned out that just replaced Guggill King to answer Yaheng Baker's question, it was Guggill's only son - Bishop King, he is a famous filial son, under Guggill's careful training, Bishop has grown into an excellent young general, plus in the past few decades, he has been fighting against the forces of Downs Wharton in the north, and has been accumulating combat experience, it is estimated that it will not be long before he will grow into a general who can take charge of himself.

"My father is only poisoned, and he has not lost his mobility, and I can't accept your appointment to become the lord of the city!" Bishop replied to Ayrène Baker, and the content of his answer fully showed that he was indeed a true filial son.

"Okay," Ahyan Baker glanced at Bishop with satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Guggill again, and said to him in a deep voice: "I came here to discuss with you the issue of tax distribution, since you are now under my management, then, according to my rules, I only need forty percent of the tax on your territory, and the remaining sixty percent will belong to you, okay, let's talk about it, how much tax is there this year?"

"Not a penny ......" Bishop replied to Ahyme Baker in place of his father again, and replied with a somewhat tough attitude.

With a crisp sound of "pop ......", Yaheng Baker slapped the table violently, and stood up with anger on his face, just now he thought that Bishop had a good character, but it disappeared at this moment, "I don't want to pay it, I'm not a vegetarian, come here!"

Before the words fell, several high-ranking fighters of the Elf Clan, who were originally sitting behind Yaheng Baker, all stood up at the order, ready to greet the disobedient Bishop.

It was because these high-level elf clan fighters suddenly stood in front of Yaheng Baker, so they accidentally saved his life, only to hear the sound of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......" The sound of breaking the air continued to sound, and I saw that a silver dart reflecting the deep cold light flew densely towards Yaheng Baker.

There was a muffled sound of "knock, knock, knock......", and dozens of thumb-thick silver darts pierced the pine table in front of Ayron Baker, which was as thick as the city gate, and made a circle of wrist-thick black holes in it.

"Ah, ah, ah......" A few screams, the four strong men standing in front of Yaheng Baker were pierced into a sieve by the rain of darts, and even, after penetrating the bodyguards of the bodyguards, hit Yaheng Baker's thigh below, directly discounting Yaheng Baker's right calf.

"Gergil!" Yaheng Baker lay down on the back chair behind him with a distorted face, stretched out his right arm and pointed at the old man across the table, and scolded, "You dare to plot against me!"

At this moment, Bishop stood up sharply and shouted outside the door, "Come on, there are assassins!"

Immediately, Bishop quickly ran to the side of Yaheng Baker and kicked the back chair over, Yaheng Baker rolled to the side in embarrassment, only to see that another rain of darts shot at the original position of the back chair, knocking the black granite floor tiles on the ground into powder.

At this moment, the five bodyguards brought by Yaheng Baker who survived reacted, and hurriedly gathered around Yaheng Baker, took out their respective stainless steel tower shields, blocked them, and looked at all the windows in the City Lord's Mansion.

Bishop was also hit by a dart in his left forearm, taking away a large piece of flesh and blood from his arm, and he leaned on a marble column on the side of the room, sweating profusely and shouting in the direction of Ahyan Baker: "Lord Duke, this is not our ......"

Yaheng Baker, who had lost a lot of blood and was about to faint, replied weakly: "I...... Know...... ......"

At that moment, a ring-shaped blade the size of a head flew out of a window and took Ahyan Baker's head...... (To be continued.) )