The first floor of the main building of the Miller house.

Big Ivan and his subordinates drank too much, and they had already begun the traditional program of Lucian men after drinking.

The Imperial Supervision Department was quick with its hands and feet, and all the valuable things of the Miller family were looted and sealed in the evidence warehouse of the Ministry of Inspection.

In the huge mansion, only the portrait oil paintings of the ancestors of the Miller family have been preserved.

In the final analysis, the Miller family is just a small viscount family, the family background is not enough, the fame is not big enough, and some small accomplished ancestors are not big names in the history of the empire.

The authors of these portrait oil paintings are only well-known painters in the imperial capital, and the history of the paintings does not exceed 60 years.

Except for the Miller family, who regarded these portraits of their ancestors as treasures, the sharp-eyed and black-handed inspection inspectors of the Ministry of Supervision really didn't take these worthless oil paintings seriously.

Large oil paintings, which were removed from the walls by several Lucian men.

A sharp little blade cut the canvas out of the frame, and with a few nails that I don't know where to find it, it was fixed to the wall of the hall on the first floor.

Big Ivan carried the wine bottle as the referee, and a group of drunken Lucian men stood on the other side of the hall, nearly a hundred feet apart, waving the daggers, short knives, short axes and other objects in their hands in a gesture.

"Left eye!" A Lucian man laughed as he raised a short axe and threw it with great force.

'Bang'!

Lucia, who had drunk wine and had a little trembling fingers, threw a short axe and slashed at the nose of the first Viscount Miller on the oil painting.

A group of Lucian men let out a merry laugh.

The Lucian man who threw the axe had a gloomy face, greeted the ancestors of the Miller family angrily, viciously took out a few silver fennigs from his pocket, and threw them to the referee Big Ivan who was standing aside.

Satisfied, Big Ivan took out a silver fennig and shook it, proudly stuffed it into his pocket, grabbed a piece of black charcoal, and wrote an account on the silver-white wallpaper beside him.

As a referee, since he helps them preside over the gambling game, it is a matter of course to charge a little hardship fee.

Hahaha, these bastards, bet, the bigger the bet, the better, anyway, the gambler will go bankrupt sooner or later, only the referee of Big Ivan is the real white wolf with empty gloves, and the lovely gold mark and silver finney will continue to fall into his pocket.

"Well, look at my ...... The middle finger of his left hand, the sapphire ring! Another Lucian man spat out his wine, staggered the dagger in his hand, and shook it gently: "Ah, what a beautiful sapphire, tsk, it should be as big as a chickpea!" ”

"I don't know who this treasure is in now...... "The Lucian men looked at the dark blue crystal gem on the oil painting with regret.

The jewelry that can appear in the paintings of the ancestors is undoubtedly a family heirloom.

This sapphire ring must have been well inherited by the Miller family...... It's just that now Miller's family has been invited to coffee by the Ministry of Supervision, and this sapphire ring is likely to have entered the evidence warehouse of the Ministry of Supervision.

"What a envy!" The Lucian man with the dagger in hand sighed, and he threw the dagger in his hand fiercely.

'Boom'!

The dagger stabbed precisely into the sapphire ring on the portrait, hitting the center of the large square sapphire.

A group of Lucian men shouted and cursed at the same time, and one by one they reluctantly took out dirty silver coins from their pockets, gritted their teeth, and handed the silver fennigs to the big Ivan who was standing aside.

"Good boys, what a lovely lad." Big Ivan smiled, took a silver fennig from it, and then scribbled a few strokes on the wallpaper with charcoal bars: "Don't worry, I keep accounts, shrewd Big Ivan, I won't make a mistake for you copper!" ”

The Lucian men cursed and shouted, and a few more men rushed up, waving the small objects in their hands, shouting to choose the target on the portrait in front of them.

In the backyard, Arya quietly approached the main building of the mansion with eight or nine subordinates, and Hillier, who was stumbling.

"Shh......h Listen! Arya shook her finger slightly: "Interesting, really interesting, it seems to be a group of homeless people who use this as their nest for the winter?" Ho, we've got to play. ”

The tall and thin man with a pale face who was as pale as a bamboo leaf licked the corners of his mouth and patted Hillier's head gently: "Dear cutie, look, you must be very unhappy that this group of unlucky guys have invaded your home, right?" ”

"Oh, oh, don't worry, I'll catch them and let you take it upon yourself to torture them and trample them." The tall and thin man smiled brightly: "I will teach you how to turn their souls into sacrifices to please my lord." ”

Hillier gritted his teeth, and his bulging eyes flowed with bitter hatred and anger.

her home.

In the past, she never felt how important it was, what a warm home.

When she experienced the great changes in her family, when she experienced hell on earth, and returned to this mansion, she suddenly felt that every brick, tile, and glass window in this mansion was so warm, so gentle, and so precious and irreplaceable.

Such an important 'home' was blatantly broken into by a group of vulgar homeless people!

"I'm going to kill them!" Hillier's hands clenched into fists, his extremely weak body trembling unconsciously.

"Fulfill your wishes!" Arya sneered: "Brother Mai, go to the event and quiet down the group of bastards in the house." ”

In the hall on the first floor of the main building, the noisy noise of the Lucian men was really exactly the same as a group of homeless people who came uninvited, broke into the door, and randomly found an empty house to spend the winter.

For a group of unlucky homeless people, the Hill Church dispatched two elite-level combat forces, which was already very face-saving for them.

The two men, who were slightly shorter but strong enough to look like two pieces of flesh, chuckled, and with a slight shake of their arms, they made a few clicks, and their fists were covered with a layer of iron fists that emitted a faint glow.

The two brothers walked briskly towards the back door of the hidden main building.

As they walked, they moved their necks and shoulders easily, twisting their waists gently. The joints of their bones made a 'click' sound, and within their bodies, several faint streamers poured out, quickly rising upward, rushing up more than ten feet high, and then plunged into the void and disappeared.

Crimson fire elementals and dark yellow earth elementals poured down a few streams of light, and the fire and earth elementals surged within the Mai Ya brothers' bodies, quickly washing away the shining holes in their bodies.

These apertures are like furnaces, and the fire and earth elements quickly collide and transform into complex attribute energy as viscous and high temperature as magma.

The iron fists on their fists quickly turned red, and the heat spread out, and under their skin, lines of extremely fine red flames spread rapidly, gradually outlining a huge divine pattern under their skin.

If scholars who are proficient in the primeval deities are present, they will surely recognize that this deity represents some complex properties related to 'magma' in the vast and complex system of primeval deities, and in some small branch systems.

Any Divine Pattern has a magical, incredible power.

The meaning of any divine pattern is complex and profound, and it definitely has more than a simple, pure meaning.

Smoke rose from the Mai Brothers' clothes, and then a flash of fire erupted from their tweed coats, burned to ashes by the heat emanating from their bodies.

They wore close-fitting black undergarments and boots underfoot, but they didn't know what material they were made of.

There were already wisps of sticky flames flowing on their bodies, but their underwear and the leather boots on their feet were undamaged. Even under the scorching flames, their underwear and boots emitted a faint red light.

Brother Mai reached out and gently pushed open the back door.

'Whew'!

Their palms quickly burned a deep palm print on the back door made of old oak planks.

The two brothers briskly approached the hall on the first floor.

"Oh, oh, dear little mice, come to Daddy...... Hey, hey, daddy cat is here to get you! Oh, oh, come to Daddy...... We'll spoil you! ”

"Our warm and warm palms will gently caress every inch of your skin, so that you can feel the warmth of summer in this terrible winter."

Brother Mai laughed under his breath, nervously muttering.

As they walked, their hands kept pressing on the wall around them, and the silk wallcoat on the wall was burned out of palm prints, and the teak wainscoting under the wallcoat was burned out of large holes.

Even the walls made of stone under the wainscoting were burned with deep palm prints.

Inside the red palm prints, wisps of magma continued to flow down.

The temperature in the whole house is rising rapidly.

The two brothers were like two humanoid stoves, and as they approached the hall on the first floor, the temperature in the main building, which was originally enough to drip into ice, had become no different from the scorching heat.

"Little mice, isn't it a surprise?"

The Mai brothers kicked open the door to the hall on the first floor, and jumped into the hall on the first floor!

They shouted with joy, eager to see the frightened, desperate eyes of the 'homeless' in the hall!

In the hall, Big Ivan had a gloomy face, holding a heavy all-metal horned axe, constantly throwing the axe gently, and grasping the handle of the axe steadily.

More than two dozen Lucian men with hideous faces and evil bodies squinted and stood beside Big Ivan, they put away the small objects of the game, and carried a big axe, a long knife, a horse sword and other heavy weapons in their hands.

"-!"

The Mai brothers' pupils narrowed suddenly, and they clearly saw the streamers above the heads of these Lucian men around Big Ivan rushing into the void.

They saw that under the skin of these Lucian men, there were lines of frost that were silver-blue, dark cyan, and miserable white.

The Mai Brothers are senior fifth-order transcendental.

And the twenty or so Lucian men around Big Ivan are all senior transcendent fifth-order!

"Kill them for me!" Big Ivan waved the big axe in his hand.