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Even in the past, there have been nobles who have sent people to visit the Marquis of Sain one after another, as soon as Fiji dies, the power pattern of the Grand Duke's will be reshuffled soon, and there are saint-level powerhouses who support the Marquis of Sain, even if they can enter the Grand Duke's territory with their eyes closed, there is no doubt about this, so it is necessary for them to stand in line in advance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The purpose of these envoys was nothing more than to test the attitude of the Marquis of Sain, and Sain naturally knew this, and treated each of them with a pleasant face and hospitality, but to the disappointment of the envoys, Sain was enthusiastic, but his tone was very strict, and they could not get any useful information.

After hearing the return of his subordinates, the nobles put their hearts at ease, if the Marquis of Sain came up and made random promises and tried to win them over, it would be really dangerous, and Sain's attitude just showed his determination to govern the land well.

What the nobles really care about is not who is the duke, but their interests, what they are most worried about is that the Marquis of Sain does not follow the rules, the area of the duchy is so large, it is almost impossible to hold all the interests in his hands, if Sain really does that, there is no doubt that it will be an extremely bloody process.

And with Sain as the duke, the nobles have no resistance, it is better than being annexed by the Grand Duke of Montenegro.

Contrary to these nobles, Samuel and those people regretted it at the moment, and their group happily ran to attack the marquis of Sain, but the result was to lose their wife and lose their soldiers, to this point, the reconciliation may be too small, Sain is not a good man and a woman, you can guess with your toes, Sain will not let them go easily.

The most depressed is Samir, who was ready to surrender, but was disrupted by the sudden appearance of the Grand Duke of Montenegro and Fiji, especially Fiji, which made Samr hate it to the root of his teeth, and it was clear that there were two saint-level powerhouses on the battlefield, what did you say you were doing when you came out of it? As soon as the Duke appeared, Samr didn't dare to make any small moves no matter how bold he was, after all, Fiji was the founder of the Grand Duke, and he had accumulated prestige for a long time, and he didn't have the courage to openly resist at all.

But now it's too late to regret it, who would have thought that Fiji rushed out suddenly, and died even more suddenly? It was just a flash in the pan, I had known that this would be the result, and Samuel had to surrender to the Marquis of Sain desperately.

However, Samr and these people are not monolithic, the reason why they can work together to attack the marquis of Sain is mainly for the best Star Fragment Mining Area, although now they are forced by the pressure of Sain's side, they have to reunite, but it is just a formality, everyone has their own little abacus in their hearts.

After the Marquis of Sain learned the news, he just smiled disdainfully, such a temporary alliance, there is no cohesion, it is destined to be a plate of loose sand, if it is not for fear of causing panic among others, I am afraid that the first thing Marquis Sain did after entering the Grand Duke's territory was to start dealing with them, and now he can't do that, anyway, the son is long, and Marquis Sain doesn't mind waiting a few more days.

Just as Sain was intensively planning to march into the Grand Duke, a swarthy dove flew out of an inconspicuous corner of the city, almost dissolving into the dark night sky, and flew straight towards the location of the Grand Duke.

Grand Duke, in the dilapidated mansion, Qiao Deng walked out of his room, looked up at the starry sky, and sighed softly, the mentor is right about one thing, he is indeed a law enforcer who walks in the 'darkness', every time he acts, it is at night, Qiao Deng even suspects that if he continues like this, he will probably forget the smell of the sun.

"Qiaoden. The deep voice of a middle-aged man came from the room.

"Here it is, my lord. Qiao Deng quickly retracted his thoughts, walked over, and gently pushed the door open.

"You're going to see Angela in a moment?" the bearded middle-aged man looked at Qiaoden.

"Yes, my lord, I promised her an answer today. He replied as he stood there with his hands down.

"En......" The middle-aged man pondered for a while and said, "How is Angela's surname?"

Qiao Deng was stunned, didn't he have all the information, why did he still ask himself? But he could only think about this question in his heart, Qiao Deng replied in a regular manner: "According to the description of the intelligence, Angela is very ambitious and very smart, although she is a little casual in style, but ......"

"Qiao Deng!" The middle-aged man reluctantly interrupted Qiao Deng's words, this kid is good at everything, but he is too rigid.

"Do I still need to ask you about the information? I'm asking you how you feel, what kind of surname do you think she is, if we arrest her, is it possible to make her submit?"

Qiao Deng opened his mouth wide and grabbed Angela?

"I mean, for example, what kind of expression do you have?" the middle-aged man sighed, he had a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion, he was already very depressed to be sent here, but he also met a dumb guy, but he couldn't say anything, after all, they instilled this kind of thinking in these young people.

Qiao Deng realized that he was a little out of shape, and quickly lowered his head, seriously recalling the scene when he talked to Angela: "She...... She shouldn't be the kind of person who can give in easily, and I could feel yesterday that if we still can't accept it, she would rather not cooperate with us. ”

"That's right......" The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully: "Then you go, tell Angela, we will do what you promised her, but after that, she must take us there immediately, and you can tell her the decision of the Senate, and we will help him stop that saint-level powerhouse!"

"Yes, sir. Qiao Deng was in good spirits.

Looking at Qiao Deng's back, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly, what a fearless person is really ignorant...... Middle-aged people naturally don't have any great feelings of compassion, the key is that after hiding for so many years, their strength has recovered a little easily, and it is no longer a matter of wisdom or unwisdom to deal with a saint-level powerhouse in such a situation, but it is too dangerous, even if you don't consider the outcome, once the battle breaks out, it is very likely to alarm the people of divine punishment, and at that time, the development of the situation will be out of their control.

It can be said that this operation has lost far more than it has gained, I don't know what that damn guy said about the senators, the middle-aged man thought hatefully.

Of course, more importantly, this operation, the middle-aged man also has to participate, although he has not yet advanced to a saint-level powerhouse, but as a top-level wind martial artist, the elders will think that he can at least play a role in containment, thinking of this, the middle-aged man can't help but want to scold, let a wind martial venerable to contain a saint-level powerhouse, which idiot came up with such a brain-dead idea?

This is no different from sending him to death, the wind warrior on the battlefield is always the first target of the opponent, and the higher the rank, the more so. It seems that where there are people, there is strife, and this has become an unbreakable law, which applies everywhere.

At this moment, the sound of flapping wings sounded outside the window, and the middle-aged man quickly got up and pushed open the window, and the black pigeon entered through the window and landed on the table.

The middle-aged man sighed lightly, there was no reason to receive two messages in a row in one day, unless something major happened.

Gently removing the cylinder tied to the pigeon's legs, the middle-aged man pulled out the note inside, but the next moment, his gaze suddenly froze there, and the hand holding the note began to tremble slightly, it stands to reason that the top-level martial artist can already control his emotions very well, and it is impossible for this abnormality to occur, but the fact is that the trembling amplitude of the middle-aged man's hands is gradually intensifying.

It's just a small note, but the middle-aged man seems to have seen something extremely terrifying, and his eyes reveal deep fear.

It's not that the psychological quality of middle-aged people is not good enough, and the people who can be promoted to martial arts are all warriors with tenacity in their hearts, the problem is that the information transmitted on the note is too amazing.

There are only three words on the note, Wind Scars!

To the warriors of the continent, the Scar of the Wind is a legendary existence, an indestructible blade, and to the middle-aged people, or to their entire organization, the Scar of the Wind is undoubtedly synonymous with nightmares.

Without the Traces of the Wind, they wouldn't be where they are today, as everyone in the organization thinks.

Their hatred for the Scars of the Wind is even far greater than that of the Moon Shadow Empire's Emperor Jundiming, and things in the world are so strange that people's eyes tend to stay on the blade that shimmers with cold light, but forget the hand that holds the sword.

Perhaps it is much easier to hate a man than to hate an empire.

The note broke away from the middle-aged man's hand, fluttered and fell to the ground, the middle-aged man leaned on the chair weakly, he suddenly wanted to laugh, for this mission, they racked their brains, spent several years, finally waited for the opportunity, saw hope, but suddenly fell from the peak to the bottom.

The three words "Wind Marks" easily made all their efforts for years come to naught.

If it was another saint-level powerhouse, even if it was the Grand Duke of Montenegro, as long as the patriarch would be able to afford the loss, they would be completely sure that they could kill each other, but the Scar of the Wind was no longer a saint-level powerhouse in the ordinary sense, it was an existence that even a divine warrior could kill.

It's over, it's all over...... Just when the middle-aged man was stunned, another black pigeon flew in and landed next to the pigeon, and the two pigeons seemed to know each other, rubbing each other affectionately and making a low call.

The middle-aged man untied the note with a trembling hand, and there were still only three words on it, Wind Marks, but there was a shocking black cross drawn on the words Wind Marks.

The middle-aged man burst out with hysterical laughter, crazy, crazy...... The people of the Senate are crazy, a group of guys who are struggling to breathe, they want to assassinate the king walking in the dark world, why should they?!

(To be continued)