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"You're right. He said generously: "I have already collected more than 700 kilograms of Xuangang, make do with it, it should be enough to build a seventy-centimeter-long phantom sword, right?"

Marcus didn't answer him, and in the dimly lit blacksmith's shop, there was only the sound of him clattering his cigarette stick, and the smell of burning tobacco was somewhat pungent, and Elliot didn't like it, and he was a little unhappy with the old fellow's arrogance.

If it weren't for the illusory sword, Lord Jesse would have snapped his neck right away, Elliot had no doubt.

"There are only two days left until divine punishment. Marcus finally spoke.

A look of impatience flashed across Jesse's face, which quickly repressed again, and continued, "In that case, why are you still here?"

Elliot noticed that the city lord Jesse no longer addressed each other with honorifics, which was not a good sign. If this old man really died because he angered the city lord, if the city lord was annoyed afterwards, he would definitely kill him Elliot.

But now, Elliot has no choice.

In front of the tens of thousands of knights of the giant city-state, Elliot was the closest powerhouse to the Holy Rank, but in Jesse's case, he was just a subservient pawn.

"I'm old...... There aren't many days to live, so instead of hiding and surviving a few days, it's better to stay here and see what your retribution looks like. Marcus said unhurriedly, "Besides, those mercenary groups and merchants are innocent, and it would be great if we could persuade them to leave......

"Divine punishment?" Jesse's tone turned cold, "Tell me, which god is coming to punish me?"

The sudden burst of momentum on Jesse's body made even Elliot feel a fluster, but the old dwarf man was still calmly smoking his cigarette.

Only then did Elliot realize that Marcus was not an idle person, and without the cultivation of level 11 or above, it was impossible to fiddle with those secret realm dark irons that were extremely hard.

"Jesse, aren't you really afraid of retribution?" Marcus put down his cigarette stick and looked at Jesse calmly.

"I only trust the sword in my hand!" Jessie sneered.

If the dwarf Gaberias was present, he might have argued with Jesse about whether a fist or a sword was more trustworthy, but Marcus obviously didn't have the interest in it, he glanced at Jesse with interest, then lowered his head and said as if talking to himself: "Those who only believe in swords are not worthy of having a phantom sword...... You'd better die of this heart. ”

Jesse stared at Marcus for a while, and then snorted coldly, "Two days, right?" As he spoke, he turned around and bent out of the blacksmith shop, and said, "Elliot, arrest this old fellow, and in two days, execute him in the city-state square!"

"Yes!" Elliot responded to Jesse's instructions, but his eyes were fixed on Marcus, and he waited until the footsteps of the city lord Jesse were far away, and then he said slowly, "I advise you not to resist, otherwise I can only kill you now." ”

Having said that, Elliot actually didn't have much confidence in his heart, the old guy in front of him seemed to be very good at restraining his momentum, and he looked like an ordinary person, but the more he was like this, the more careful Elliot became.

However, as if following his advice, Marcus stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and said, "Let's go, I've already cleaned up." ”

......

The sun in late summer and early autumn is no longer so dazzling, and on the wide horse road, more than a dozen black horses are slowly walking, and the giant city built on a high ground has disappeared on the horizon a day ago, and now it is only half a day's journey from the nearest city-state in front.

"Commander, you don't really believe in divine punishment, do you?" asked a knight covered in iron-gray armor, his rather handsome face tanned by the sun, turning his head and his armor covered in iron-gray armor.

"It's always right to be careful, didn't you see that those big mercenary groups have also quietly withdrawn? The silver-haired female knight replied loudly.

There are countless mercenary groups of the Knight Federation, large and small, ambitious mercenary groups will have their own permanent bases, and some will even occupy a few small city-states, but they are few and weak, and it is also common to receive some scattered commissions everywhere.

The dozen or so people in front of him were one of them.

In fact, although it bears the name of the so-called "Thorn Flower Mercenary Group", the team of more than a dozen people is only a mercenary team at best.

If it weren't for the fact that the silver-haired female leader led by him was not weak and the rewards and punishments were clear, and more than a dozen people were from the same place, this mercenary team that had lasted for twelve years might have fallen apart like those organizations of similar size.

"It's almost autumn, and these crops still look weak, I really don't know if it's the wrong way to plant, or if it's really like they say, the land of the Knight Federation is cursed. The handsome knight in the iron-gray armor just now looked at the farmland on both sides of the road and sighed.

"Shut up, are you afraid that others won't know that we're Middle-earth?" said another female knight at the front of the group.

"Hey, what kind of Middle-earth?!We're Middle-earthers at all, okay?Why do you want to stay with us if you hate Middle-earth??," the iron-gray knight retorted loudly.

"Who's to say I hate Middle-earth? I just don't like people looking at us that way. The female knight's momentum weakened suddenly.

"Don't quarrel...... "The silver-haired girl group leader shouted: "As long as the power is strong enough, who dares to look down on us?"

"The regimental commander said this, I will obey!" the iron-gray armored knight turned back and smiled flatteringly.

More than a dozen people all laughed, indeed, among these people, only the silver-haired female group leader had reached the strength of a fifth-level knight, even if she went to a larger mercenary group, she could also rely on this strength to get a place.

"Commander, you say, could that news be true?" suddenly a knight said inexplicably.

"What's the news?" asked the Iron-Gray Armored Knight.

"Jesse was deflated on the Huls Continent. ”

"Oh...... I've heard from the people of Giants that there is a duke in the Femont Empire who is working with those dwarves, and I think that if they really provoke Jesse, they will not be far from death. ”

"I'm afraid that the Thorn Empire will also be affected by those fools of Feimeng......"

"And what's the duke's name?"

"Hmm...... It seems to be called Duke Vane, I haven't heard of a Duke named Vane in the Femon Empire. ”

"Duke Vane? Are you sure? How do I remember that bastard named Donner was named Vane?

The female leader who was called by name did not speak, of course she knew that the guy named Donner was surnamed Vane, but she vaguely remembered that when she left the Huls continent, there were rumors that Donnaveen was dead.

"Look...... What's that?" asked the female knight at the front of the line, pointing to the sky.

Everyone followed her gaze. I saw dozens of small black dots in the sky, one of which seemed to be larger than the others.

"It's a bird, right?"

"Nonsense, how can a bird fly so high?" (To be continued.) )