Chapter Ninety-Eight

In the evening of the next day, a large group of guests came to the manor of Keane Leader Maple Leaf Village. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

Keane had a city and four villages, each with a manor. The manor was the lord's property, and if the village had a knight, it was the knight's residence.

Maple Leaf Village does not currently have a knight, it is an inheritance directly under Baron Keane. The estate was where Crick Keane, who had not yet inherited the title, lived, and when his brothers died, he inherited the title and moved to Keane City, leaving the estate empty.

It is not usually inhabited, except for a few farmers who help watch the door and occasionally clean it. A few days ago, the baron sent a large number of people to carefully clean up the inside and outside of the manor, the dilapidated doors and windows were replaced with new ones, the furniture was polished brightly, even the floor was spotless, and even the flowers and trees in the manor were asked to be mages who specialize in natural spells, and adjusted them to the flowering season.

For a moment, the manor, which had been gradually deserted, was immediately revitalized, and even the most discerning person had to admit that it was fully worthy of the engagement ceremony of a baroness' young lady.

"Crick, Keane is indeed a man of ability!" Duruk said to his men as he stood on a hill near the manor, looking at the beautiful manor, "you see, in the blink of an eye, this manor has been picked up. This kind of efficiency is first-class no matter where you are!"

"yes, he's really good!"

"It's a pity that he's dying. Duruk sighed with some regret, "If he can live another ten or eight years, and give me another guts, I will not dare to attack his sister's idea, let alone try to embezzle his family." A dying dragon, even a wild wolf dares to roar at it, and the folk proverb is vulgar, but it makes a lot of sense!"

"Young master, you're too modest! You're not necessarily worse than him!"

"Haha, don't compliment me so much, I'm still self-aware. Duruk laughed, "Of course I am a capable man, but compared with him, it is far from it! Alas, if I had his ability, the heir of the Rich family would definitely be me, so why should I do such a thing that will inevitably be said behind people's backs in the future?"

This time, the subordinates really had a hard time answering.

Duruk finished laughing, and his eyes fell on the gate of the manor, a group of people who were arguing with the guards and wanted to break in.

"These guys really lack self-knowledge, and since Connor and I are here, it's none of their business. What are they trying to do with all this noise and scramble?"

"Maybe they feel they still have a chance. One of his subordinates said, "Isn't there a saying that every person who is dying thinks that he can still find a priest to save him." ”

Duruk laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "You are right! People are like this, even if they have no hope at all, they always want to struggle a little more, fight for a little more -- if it weren't for the mentality that everyone has, the profits made by us businessmen will certainly be greatly reduced." ”

"For example, now, with these idiots taking the lead, I can watch the excitement in the back with peace of mind. Anyway, no matter what the benefits, we are indispensable. ”

And at this time, on the road not far from the manor, Connor was feeding his mount.

His mount was an earth-walking wurm, taller than any upright horse, with a hideous face and murderous fangs and claws. This creature is completely different from the Swift Dragon that Leon rode back then, it is not a "mount" in the general sense at all, but a kind of fierce beast, and it is even close to the level of a demonic beast. Being able to tame it and use it as a mount is a testament to Connor's strength.

At the moment, the food he fed to his mount was a living goat. The beast, which had no bridle or chewing mouth, bit the goat, held it down with one of its paws, and with a flick of its head, it tore it in half, and it was dripping with blood.

"Good boy, eat so hard!" Connor said with a smile on his face, patting his mount on the shoulder, and smiling, "It's a pity that this is not my territory, and it's not convenient to get some snacks - don't worry, when I annex this territory, I'll give you snacks every day!"

The subordinates have long been accustomed to this kind of scene, and they are not strange and silent at all.

After a while, the Wurm ate almost the whole goat, leaving only bits and pieces of fur, hooves, horns, etc. Ignoring any of this, it kicked it away, roared its head high, and motioned for its master to go.

Connor laughed, mounted onto the wurm's back, and at the sound of an order, a long line of men and horses continued on their way, leaving nothing but a mess.

After a while, Raffle led two elite scouts to the place where the wurms had just eaten goats.

One of the scouts noticed the carcass and blood stains of the goats on the ground, and hurriedly jumped off his horse, and dipped his fingers on a bloodstain far away from the goat's carcass.

"Not human blood. "I'm not sure what kind of blood it is, it's not human blood anyway." Probably...... It's all the hapless goat's. ”

"It's not human blood. Raffle breathed a sigh of relief, too, "That damn mongrel! killed someone before, and fed his wurm with his heart and liver - it's mad!"

"I've heard a rumor that his mount is said to be very fond of eating the hearts and livers of the living, and he often kills people to feed them, and calls them 'snacks,'" said another scout......

Rafael's face was a little ugly, and he shouted angrily: "Don't spread the rumors! Have you seen it with your own eyes? Have you heard it with your own ears? Even if it's true, don't mess around, Lao Tzu has just eaten!"

Both scouts laughed, and the scout who had checked for blood took out the folding shovel that Crick had invented, shoveled the scraps of flesh and blood to the side of the road, and covered them with some dirt before putting away the shovel and returning to mount.

"Boss, do you want to keep chasing?" he asked.

Ravel looked at the sky and nodded: "Keep chasing, but remember to keep your distance." We weren't going to fight the mongrel. ”

The subordinates nodded, and the group continued along the road.

At this time, there was already a lot of noise at the gate of the manor, and there were at least a dozen suitors who came one after another, including his subordinates, and the total number of people was probably more than 100. They were noisily trying to get in, and even a few guards tried to stop them, but to no avail.

If they hadn't had any scruples, fearing that they might have angered Crick Keane, they would have forced the guards out of the way and broken into the manor.

Then, Connor came.

He looked at the chaotic scene here, couldn't help laughing contemptuously, and after laughing, he didn't negotiate with the guards, nor did he greet other suitors, but patted the mount's head directly, and said, "Go!"

The huge Earth Walking Wurm immediately took a step forward and walked towards the manor. Completely ignoring the people on the road and the guards trying to stop it, it broke into the manor.

Because it was so crowded, it trampled on the crowd to enter. At least three or four of them were trampled on and fell to the ground screaming in pain.

The companions of those men were taken aback, and wanted to curse but did not dare, so they hurriedly dragged their companions to the side of the road. The other suitors, intimidated by Connor's unreasonable ferocity, honestly got out of the way, leaving his men to follow and swagger into the manor.

In this way, the guards' efforts were in vain. After Connor and his party entered, the other suitors also swarmed in, breaking straight into the manor hall.

On the hill in the distance, Duruk nodded and said to his subordinates, "Okay, let's go too, and have a good time." ”

So they got on their horses and marched towards the manor.

"By the way, young master, when the time comes...... How do you negotiate with Connor?" asked one of his capable men.

Duruk smiled slightly, and his fat pig-like face showed murderous intent.

"Negotiations? What is there to negotiate with that wolf? When the time comes, you listen to my code and shoot him directly with a poisoned crossbow arrow, and this matter will be over. ”

"Ahh

"What are you afraid of? there are so many people out there, it's not easy to find some scapegoats?" Duruk dismissed, "It's just the right opportunity to knock on the Keane family so that they can see the situation." ”

"This territory, known as the 'Pearl of Thunder', is ours from now on!" )