Marcus Jonathan was silent, his head hanging motionless and unresponsive, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the general had calmed his anger and was not so resistant to Windsor's words.

Sure enough, less than five minutes later, the middle-aged man who was about to arrest Yang Long and the others before, no longer had any anger on his face, and said with a look of remembrance and grief: "Reginald, it seems that you are not too crazy, and you have not forgotten the past!"

"Of course I won't forget!" Wendsol said in a low tone, looking at Marcus steadily, "I'm not like some people."

This kind of undisguised sarcasm made Marcus's face sink again, but he didn't get angry again, but laughed a little self-deprecatingly, raised his fist and slammed Wendsol's chest and said, "Your guy really still has such a stinky mouth!"

"What is my foul mouth compared to your unbending head!" said Windsor, not to be outdone.

Shaking his head a little helplessly, Marcus Jonathan wisely chose not to quarrel with Wendsol, turned around and walked towards a building about fifty or sixty meters away, and said casually: "I won't stop you this time, come with me!"

"What do you mean?" Wendthor asked, unmoving, with a wary expression.

"Do you think that just by relying on the two of you, you can go directly to the Grand Duke?" Marcus stopped, turned his face sideways and said, "Although I don't care about your life or death, but you die on my territory, it is too shameful to give me face?"

It's just that Yang Long, who is a bystander, can feel that Marcus's words are insincere. Not to mention Wendsol, who was familiar with Marcus Jonathan, the mad marshal after hearing this, his face suddenly became a little heavy.

As the Grand Duke of Regent, you don't just meet each other, even as Marcus Jonathan's "Stormwind Vigilance Captain", let alone the already infamous Marshal Wendthor.

If you force your way into the palace, you will be ruthlessly attacked by the Storm Kingdom's most powerful army, the Royal Guard.

The number of this army is only a few thousand, but the soldiers of the lowest rank have also reached a high-level level, and the combat effectiveness that can be formed in a small-scale battle is extremely terrifying. Don't say it's the thirteenth-order upper Wendsol. Even the Grand Duke may not be able to match.

"Marcus, it's my business, can you leave it alone?" Windsor's expression was peculiar, partly uncontrollable. Part of it is confusion. There was also a slight dazed look.

And Marcus after hearing this sentence. Suddenly, without warning, he lunged forward, and a hard punch hit Wendsol in the face, and the unsuspecting marshal was knocked backwards by the blow. Slammed into the floor.

Marcus's speed was very fast, and when Yang Long was still thinking about whether to make a move, this defensive warrior had already finished fighting.

"Reginald, if you still treat me as a friend" Marcus seemed to fall into a rage, looking a little irrepressible anger, a pair of eyes stared at Wendsol fixedly, and said: "Either you come with me, or I will be arrested and put in prison, choose one!"

Covering his swollen face and slowly standing up, Wendsol looked a little unsure of what to say, and after a long pause, he nodded with difficulty, and said in a somewhat weak voice, "Then it's all up to you, Marcus." ”

Marcus Jonathan was pleased with this answer, nodded and then turned to Yang Long and asked emphatically, "Grofe, do you know the outcome of this incident? If Wendsol is talking nonsense, then you may too"

"Wendsol is a man who likes to talk nonsense. Yang Long didn't wait for Marcus to finish speaking before he said, "But this time I believe him." ”

It seemed that there was some surprise at Yang Long's answer, Marcus was obviously stunned for a moment, stared at the old butcher for a long time, and then turned around with a smile and led the way: "Hehe, sure enough, the strange guy can touch a piece, come on." ”

Naturally, the two of them did not have any opinions, and immediately followed Marcus, and most of the eight professionals also followed without saying a word, only Hammond Clay whispered something, and then was repulsed by Marcus.

The group was not far from their destination, between the Old Town and the Royal Palace, in the villa belonging to Marcus Jonathan, and from this point of view, the captain of the city defense guard had completely cut himself off.

The two people who were not related by blood at all, but they could throw everything away because of each other, which made Yang Long very puzzled, the old butcher who had never had a friend of life and death, could not understand the friendship between Marcus and Regenard.

Seeing this statement of his old friend, Windsol was very moved, and his eyes even became moist.

However, Yang Long noticed that the mad marshal, who had been a sure winner before leaving, seemed a little distracted at this time, as if he had completely lost confidence, so he couldn't help but come up and ask, "What's wrong?"

"Something is wrong, I" Wendthor stopped talking, shaking his head constantly, but said no more.

This change made Yang Long frown tightly, and repeated the process from the beginning of the family to the contact with Marcus and the others several times in his mind, and he didn't feel anything wrong, and couldn't help but start thinking about it.

"Is there something wrong with this Marcus?" Yang Long naturally jumped out of this thought, but was immediately denied: "It shouldn't be this reason, if Marcus Jonathan had malicious intentions, he should have launched it a long time ago." ”

Because of Wendsol's sudden change, Yang Long was in a state of flux, and Wendsol, who was full of worries, as well as Marcus Jonathan and others, waited quietly in Marcus's villa, and five hours of waiting passed.

During this period, Marcus constantly arranged for his subordinates, going in and out to carry out a series of arrangements, and also issued a series of orders that could be slandered as treason, and seemed to be completely ready to give it a go.

Before you know it, the sun has risen in the sky, and it is time for the king to attend to the affairs of the whole country every day.

Because King Varian Urien was ill and recuperating, according to the old rules, the Grand Duke of Berval Vortagen, who was the regent at the time, would discuss government affairs in the palace with five other nobles at this time.

"It's almost time. Marcus Jonathan suddenly spoke, turned to Wendsol and said, "Reginald, can you go? Reginald, Reginald!

"Oh. Wendthor was in a trance, and after being called a few times by Marcus, he came back to his senses: "You can go." ”

The mad marshal's sluggish state made Marcus frown, but now he was ready to fly, and the worry was hidden by him as soon as it appeared, and after ordering his men to prepare for a while, a group of people rushed out of the villa.

The people present at this time were different from the beginning, and there were a few more professionals that Yang Long had never seen, while Hammond Clay and the other three pseudo-super-rank powerhouses were gone.

"It seems that this Marcus is not too stupid and has not pressed all the family resources. After a little thought, Yang Long thought of cause and effect, which is nothing more than to keep Hammond Clay and several henchmen out of the matter, so as to prevent no one from taking care of things after they fail.

When a group of more than ten people arrived and set off from the front of the villa and walked less than five hundred meters towards the palace, about a hundred officers in armor were already waiting on the way, and after joining the team of Yang Long and others, they rushed straight to the palace.

From here, it can be seen that Marcus Jonathan's energy, through five hours of arrangement, when everyone reached the bottom of the stairs of the front hall of the palace, there was not a single soldier of the Royal Guard who appeared to stop him.

However, the smooth sailing days also came to an end, when everyone stepped up the stairs all the way up, about to enter the main hall of the palace, a group of soldiers with a strength of about the eighth order, led by a top-level officer, suddenly rushed out from both sides of the stairs and surrounded everyone.

"Marcus Jonathan, you shouldn't be here!" the officer who took the lead walked up to Marcus and shouted angrily with a haughty face

(To be continued......)