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Sersi tapped his glass with the silver spoon in front of him, making a crisp sound. Alan glanced at Sercy, pushed aside the chair behind him with his feet, and walked towards the grim-faced young nobleman.

The man's tirade was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, and Alan bowed slightly, revealing a sly smile.

"What are you doing—"

Before the young man with the sword could finish asking, Alan had already smashed his front teeth with his fist. The young man slammed into the narrow table and glared at the madman with a ponytail in front of him, and the two nobles around him got up and dodged away, making way for the two young men to make way for a small place.

Another punch struck, and the young nobleman spun out of the way. With one sword in his hand, he stabbed his enemy in the eye, and Eren quickly lowered himself with surprising speed, and then punched the guy in the stomach. The young man knocked over a chair and fell to the ground in a four-and-eight position, and the sword fell to the ground.

Alan turned around and walked to his position, just took two steps, suddenly felt a cold wind behind him, he subconsciously dodged the thin sword sideways, his left hand fiercely stopped the attacker's neck, pressed the young man to the fireplace, a familiar horned dagger appeared in his right hand like magic, and plunged into the young man's throat without hesitation.

The man sat slowly on the ground against the fireplace, his mouth slightly open, his eyes as frightened as before he breathed, the thin sword in his hand fell to the ground with a click, and the blood quickly stained his white collar down his throat.

The nobles at the table looked at the scene in front of them and re-examined their young knight.

"Don't panic, distinguished guests. Kenny leaned back in his chair and said in a lazy tone, "Don't blame him for his recklessness, just now, he had let that little ghost go and sneak up in a duel, which is not what a noble knight should do, that little guy insulted his family, his coat of arms, and the honor of his ancestors." ”

"Then you have no right to kill him!" said a bloated nobleman.

"Indeed, Kenny Dalton, I ask you, arrest your knight at once, he should be punished, no one can kill indiscriminately in the city of Nippur, let alone a nobleman, a Marquis of Nippur!" echoed a young nobleman.

"Marquis?" Kenny sat up straight from the back of his chair, one hand propping his chin up, the dim light grim on his weather-beaten face. "If it had just been a servant, would you still ask for my knight to be arrested?" he asked in a cold rhetorical voice.

"This is only our suggestion, and you can take it as a deaf ear, but when Lord Gilmer comes, he will do justice to the unjustly killed marquis!" another young nobleman threatened.

"Lord Gilmer?" Alan returned to his seat, "You just said that after Lord Gilmer came, I would be arrested and then sanctioned, right?"

"Arrogance is the fatal flaw of a young man, and you should learn to soothe your irascible character, and perhaps the prison will make you see everything!" said the older nobleman who spoke at first.

Alan smiled disdainfully, and turned his head to glance at one of the guards, who walked out of the dining room in understanding.

"I've sent the soldier to Mistress Gilmer, he'll be here soon, and perhaps before that you can make some other suggestions to Lord Kenny. Alan smiled calmly, and then added to the old nobleman, "I mean, a suggestion other than having the soldiers arrest me. ”

"The city of Nipur has its own rules. The old nobleman stood up and looked at Kenny, "With all due respect, Kenny Dalton, we don't have a way to admit that you are the new lord of Nipp City right now, at least not until we see Lord Barton's head. I know you have the support of Captain Sercy and killed Taylor and Philo, which doesn't offend us, after all, no one likes those two pretentious guys, especially Taylor's little white face. ”

Kenny cupped his cheeks, stared at the old nobleman with a flat gaze, and did not say anything.

The old nobleman saw that Kenny did not answer, and continued, "I think you should know that except for the Horn Legion, all the nobles and chambers of commerce in the city are loyal knights, don't think that you have got rid of the two regimental leaders, here is your final say, who is the lord, in fact, it is the same for us, as long as your policy does not affect our interests, it is best for everyone to be safe." But there is a premise for all this, we need to see the head of the previous lord before we can recognize your identity, and Gilmer will tell you this when he comes. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier who had just gone out walked in with a round pocket, and he walked up to Alan and handed it to him.

"Your long-awaited Lord Gilmer is here!" said Allen, taking his pocket.

The nobles in the restaurant turned their heads to look at the door, but they didn't find Gilmer.

"No, no, no. Alan put his pocket on the table, "Here he is." With that, he opened the round pocket in his hand.

It was only in the dim light of the fire that everyone could see that the bag was dripping with blood, and as the young knight's hand peeled back the bag, a familiar human head gradually revealed. It was a head with a goatee, the scar from the incision on its neck had condensed, and the half-open blue eagle eyes confirmed everyone's suspicion that the owner of the head was Gilmer.

"Mad!!," the old nobleman roared at Allen.

"Do you know what you guys did?!"

"Damn! you're crazy?!"

"You will be cursed by all the Nipurs!!"

A roar of terror filled the dark dining room like a tidal wave, and Alan put his head on the table, smiling and scanning the aristocrats in the dining room, their faces full of fear, no one believing that these guys had killed Gilmer, the old duke who had almost controlled the fate of Nippur.

Kenny's heart was also in a state of panic, but he didn't show it on his face, just quietly looked at Alan.

"Shut up, you guys!" Alan slapped the table hard, and the silver wine glass and spoon made a crunch.

"Damn, are you crazy? Do you know who he is?" roared the old nobleman.

"Of course!" Alan looked back at Kenny, raising an eyebrow as if to show him off. "You're just worrying about the dam, and I swear by Lord Kenny's credibility that tomorrow the sun will rise as usual, and Nipur won't suffer the doom of the flood!" he said confidently, raising the corners of his mouth.