Yang Long sat silently and stood still, originally thinking that he could rely on this information to repay the favor, and he would be able to put forward his own request. Who knew that it was too late to come here, and for a while, Yang Long didn't know what to say next.

At this moment, there was a powerful footstep in the corridor outside the restaurant, and Yang Long could hear that the two-meter strong man from before was also among them. However, it was another strange man who took the lead, and from the steady pace it could be heard that this person was also a professional.

Crunch!

The door of the restaurant with a delicate carved pattern was pushed open from the outside, and an old man who looked close to 60 years old walked in first. He was followed by more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers, blocking the door of the spacious dining room.

Yang Long glanced at it casually and sensed the rank of these people. Each of the dozen or so soldiers had the strength of a second-order upper or third-order lower rank, and the aura of the old man in the center also couldn't make him specifically perceive the rank. You must know that the professionals Yang Long has seen so far are from the first order to the fourth order, and the fifth order professionals have never encountered them.

The aura of each level of the profession is roughly the same in Yang Long's perception, and from the first order to the fourth order, Yang Long has a specific level as a reference. However, when he sensed the aura of a powerhouse beyond the fourth order, Yang Long could not accurately distinguish the rank of a professional.

"Lin, what's going on? You're actually in a room alone with a man, you're a woman from the Rivendell family!" the old man reprimanded Lin mercilessly with a cold face, then turned his head and stared at Yang Long for a while, nodded in confirmation, and said, "Arrest me!"

This old man was none other than Oryx Rivendell's father, the old Marquis of Luki-Rivendell, who had already given the title to his son. Since Oryx was promoted to a top-tier powerhouse more than ten years ago, Lu Ji, a seventh-order warrior who had worked all his life, announced his official retirement, putting all the burden on his son.

However, when Arix was not in Stratholme, the old marquis took on the task of dealing with the affairs of the territory. He has full control over Stratholme, and at the same time, the old marquis also very dislikes the uneducated Lynn, and this attitude has not changed much after knowing Lynn's background.

Scold!

The soldiers in the rear neatly drew their short swords, vigilantly formed a semi-circular encirclement, and surrounded Yang Long. And Yang Longzhi jumped aside from Lin's side to prevent accidentally injuring this woman, grabbed the broken sword tied to his back in his hand, and stood silently waiting with a changed face.

"Father, he is my younger brother Bin," Lin reacted and explained to the old marquis in a panic. The soldiers also heard the explanation, and immediately stood and turned their heads to look at the old marquis, waiting for the order to make their next move.

"So what?" After a moment of hesitation, Luki-Rivendell still didn't change his original intention: "Even if he is the son of Lord Loran-Grovefe, he can't just kill other nobles in Eastern Lordaeron!"

As soon as the old marquis's words fell, a soldier came forward with a cloth scroll of unknown material and slowly unfolded it, on the picture was a portrait with a resemblance to Yang Long, and the letter stamped with the coat of arms of the Rip family recorded in detail the cruel act of Yang Long in slaughtering the forty-eight members of the Beilu family.

Although Lin had learned a lot of writing in the past two years, the soldier still read aloud from the letter at the signal of the old marquis. With each short paragraph, Lin's originally sad face became even paler because of the news of the plague, and she knew very well that Yang Long had definitely done these things.

"Brother, did you do all this?" Lin asked with some reluctance, but unfortunately Yang Long nodded expressionlessly, making her last bit of hope all disappointed.

"What are you doing in a daze, catch him!" the old marquis urged the soldiers who were about to move, but he didn't seem to have the idea of killing Yang Long: "Put this butcher in the dungeon, and I will interrogate him myself!"

"No! no!" Lin suddenly shouted, she remembered Yang Long's information about the plague, if he was caught, when the people in the city turned into undead creatures, then Yang Long would definitely be a dead end.

If everything Yang Long said is true, then there is absolutely no possibility for him to survive, but his mother must not be rejected by the family because of herself, and only by sending her younger brother to the family safely can she calm Loren-Grovefe's anger: "My brother is the heir of the Grovee family, even if he does something, he must be returned by Orix to make a decision!"

"Oryx is my son, and my decision is his!" Luki-Rivendell was surprised by Lynn's reaction, and he had the impression that this daughter-in-law would not contradict him: "Take it first!"

"Mr. O'Neill" Lin saw that the soldiers were eager to get close again, and could only stare at O'Neill, the captain of Orix's guard, the guardian warrior whose strength was as high as the ninth order: "Please fulfill your promise." ”

After a moment of hesitation, O'Neill sighed, took a few steps forward, walked in front of Lin, turned to face the old marquis and the heavily armed soldiers, and said, "Please leave Lord Luki, I will take care of this prisoner before Lord Oryx returns." ”

The old marquis's face turned pale, and he wanted to say something several times, but finally he couldn't say a word. O'Neill is a stubborn follower who will never take orders from anyone but Oryx, even if the king is standing here.

Now that this loyal warrior is fighting on Lin's side, it must be the result of his son's private orders, and under the protection of a high-ranking guardian warrior in the city, it is almost impossible to do anything, unless this city lord's mansion does not want it. However, the old marquis was obviously not so extreme, and he wanted to catch Yang Long just to suppress Lin, and then try to knock a hard shot from Loraine Grovei.

"But just retreat like this, your face is gone!" The old marquis stood without saying a word with a gloomy face, and the soldiers who followed were a little nervous, if Lord Luji was dizzy and ordered a strong attack, then they with an average strength of less than three orders would just be sent to death.

"My lord, Lord Luji, oh no" A flurry of footsteps and panicked shouts broke the solemn confrontation atmosphere in the restaurant. A soldier with his left palm broken at the wrist stumbled in, almost falling to the ground from running with all his might for too long and losing blood.

However, the soldier couldn't care so much, and when he turned his eyes to the old marquis, he shouted in a chaotic manner: "Army!