However, due to the distance and the low voice of their voice, Durang did not hear exactly what the guards were saying. Vaguely I heard only one person's name, 'Comor'.

Soon, before Du Lang could think about it, he saw that the janitor glanced at Du Lang, then nodded to each other with the guards, turned around and pushed the door open, and Du Lang was directly carried into it by the guards.

At the moment when everyone entered the gate, Du Lang only felt that his eyes lit up, and the surroundings suddenly opened up. This is a hall, which is simply similar to a noble dining room, and the floor is covered with a thick white carpet, which is completely different from the previous carpet in the corridor, making people feel as if they are stepping on white clouds.

Then it was immediately in the middle of the hall. There is an extra-long dining table, neatly lined with silver cutlery and lined with gold-trimmed wooden high chairs. However, the most dizzy thing for Du Lang's eyes is probably the huge chandelier directly above the hall, which is spherical in shape, made of countless sunstones through gold wire, and the soft light emitted by the sunstone makes the whole hall more luxurious.

Just when Du Lang felt that he was about to be stunned by this luxurious light, a voice suddenly pulled him back to reality: "Mr. Comor, is there room for maneuver in the matter discussed last time?" The voice sounded loud, but in fact there was a feeling of lack of energy.

Du Lang followed the prestige and saw that the speaker was a fat man, perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe him as a ball, because he was so fat that the buttons of the black dress he wore on him had an urge to eject at any moment. And judging from the position where he sits, it is not difficult to see that he should be the owner of this castle - Count Isaac. I saw that he was trembling with fat on his face, staring at himself with a smile.

It took a little time for the guards to uncuff Duran's handcuffs, and Durang realized that the Earl seemed to be talking to him. But... What did he just call me!?

"Mr. Comor, do you think silence is the best way to resist? I admire you very much, so I specially ordered my men to entertain Your Excellency, and did not deliberately embarrass Your Excellency. Isaac was still shaking his fat flesh and smiling...

Du Lang's face at this time had a very strange expression, I saw him look at the Earl in front of him with a disgusted and disgusting expression, it wasn't that his endurance was not good, but....just that the Earl shook his fat and laughed really...

So Du Lang resolutely continued to lower his head and stop looking at him, but at this time he understood one thing, that is, his current name was - Comor, and he belonged to the situation of being oppressed by the nobles, but as for the reason, he needed to be silent, because he was waiting for the next word of the nobleman.

Sure enough, the Earl was very much in line with Du Lang's idea. I saw that Isaac saw that Du Lang was still bowing his head and was silent, and his face couldn't help but change, and his face, which was still smiling, instantly darkened, such a rapid change in expression made Du Lang, who was standing below and watching, couldn't help but secretly scream in admiration, which is much faster than turning the page.

I saw Count Isaac slap the table in an instant, and shouted: "Humble commoner, don't think that if you continue to be silent like this, you will be able to keep your little piece of land. Tell you plainly that from now on, your town will be me (Isaac pointed to himself) - the land of the great Count Isaac! Anyone who dares to resist me, such as you ant (Isaac pointed at Dulang again) I will make him disappear! So today, you can sign this contract, and you have to sign it if you don't sign it! The guards ~ press him over!" As soon as these words came out, Durang felt like he was being carried by two people. This time he finally figured out what his condition was.

'Land?' The Earl's mind is really uncreative, and he has indeed flooded his mind to offend the people of a town for the sake of land. But one thing to appreciate is that he is much more pleasing to the eye when he is angry than when he laughs. Durang thought as he walked over to Isaac's table.

What he needs now is time, yes, on the way Du Lang was escorted here from the dungeon, he was constantly trying to stimulate his spiritual sea and magic crystal nucleus, he wanted to recover his strength as soon as possible, but unfortunately due to the inert effect of the sunstones around him, even in his heyday, he could not exert his full strength, let alone now this is only a pitiful thirty percent.

"Damn, hurry, hurry. Durang obediently followed the guards forward, secretly working silently.

"It's still a little bit closer, just a little bit I can initially reach the strength of using the Phantom Flash, no, I have to delay a little longer. Du Lang thought to himself, and by this time he had been brought to the long table. Du Lang saw that on the desktop in front of him was a contract that had already been written.

Du Lang glanced at the contents of the above roughly, this contract is not complicated, a few strokes, has already revealed the deep sins in the heart of this count.

The terms of the contract were simple: "Let the townspeople pay taxes on every shop and field as Isaac wishes, and the great Earl Isaac will guarantee them a lifetime of peace and contentment." "From the perspective of our modern thinking, this is nothing more than a disguised way of making the townspeople pay protection fees, which is nothing more than official.

"As long as you sign this contract, the position of mayor will still be yours in the future, and if not, you must have seen those poor creatures locked up with you, and that will be your fate in the future!" Isaac said casually patting the contract on the table with his hand, and said in a tone that he thought was irreversible. Then, I saw him gently push the contract in front of Du Lang, and regained his smile, and Isaac, who regained his smile, made everything in his eyes Du Lang was uncomfortable, so that he couldn't help but shudder and took a step back. It's not that he's scared of Isaac's threat, it's just... It's just physical discomfort with optic nerves.

Of course, such an action naturally couldn't escape Isaac's eyes, and when he saw Du Lang's action at this time, he thought that the guy in front of him seemed to know that he was afraid, and he couldn't help but feel extremely satisfied with his encompassing strategy, and the fat on his face was even more disgusting because of happiness.

Du Lang raised his head, barely squeezed out a faint smile on his face, and said casually: "Great Lord Isaac, I know that you have always been so kind and tolerant to your people. However, the town is remote and poor. I know that you have always loved the people like a son, but I can't bear to let you run around and toil you. ”

In fact, Du Lang said this on purpose, because he didn't know the specific location of the town Isaac was talking about, but if he deliberately devalued his value like Du Lang, he could find out the value of the town very well, and if he was lucky, he might be able to know the name of the town.