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"I don't want to hear nonsense, I'll just ask, is there your share here?" the fat man asked with a sudden solemn expression, interrupting Dylan Scheater's explanation,

"Your Majesty, my subordinates don't understand......" Dylan Schiser was stunned for a moment

"Don't pretend to be confused with me, that Andy Lu confiscated so much property" The fat man pouted disdainfully, "As his direct boss, you should also get a lot of benefits!"

Dylan Schisser's face changed, and after thinking for a while, he said with a solemn expression, "No, this subordinate can be guaranteed with his head!"

His subordinates had been in charge of the Tyre region for three months, and although he had heard that there was some chaos in the city of Mecca, because the city of Mecca was a barrier to the southwest of the kingdom, his subordinates did not dare to investigate lightly!

"That's good," the fat man nodded with satisfaction,

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound of horses' hooves outside the door, and the sound of hooves stopped abruptly, and several horsemen stopped their horses in front of the tavern, and at the front was a young nobleman in gorgeous costumes

"This is it, Squadron Leader Asd, my sister and representatives of several families are waiting inside, I believe that this time will definitely make Captain Asd feel worthwhile!"

The young nobleman who was leading the way in front pointed to the sign of the tavern, and turned to report to the Falcon Dynasty officer in black armor in front of him, this officer who was about thirty years old, with black chain mail embroidered with silver-white border stripes on his body, and a bit of arrogance on his ruddy face, turned out to be a squadron leader

"You really know how to choose a place, even those monitors with a keen sense of smell would never have thought that we would trade in this remote place!

Looking up at the dilapidated tavern in front of him, the officer smiled approvingly and waved to his subordinates behind him, and several horsemen got off their horses and laughed into the tavern together.

"What's going on?"

As soon as he walked into the tavern, the young nobleman who led the way changed his face slightly, and saw that the tavern was full of messy seats, and his sister and several family representatives were glaring angrily at a young grocer

"It's Anktoannis, it's the fugitive Anktoannis, he killed Fevoya!"

A nobleman saw the young nobleman who walked in as if he had seen a savior, and his shout immediately caught the attention of the incoming cavalry, whose eyes lit up and he looked up and down at Anktoannis, who was dressed as a grocer

"What's going on? Did you bring me to arrest the fugitive? I didn't see anything, if there was nothing wrong, I'll leave" The cavalry squadron leader turned around indignantly, what are you doing, how can there be such a person who can't tell the difference between the situation, and if you arrest Anktoannis here, you will definitely be asked to file a record, and how should you answer the inquiry of the Ministry of Supervision at that time, this is not a self-confession, and even the witness is ready

"Don't, this must be a misunderstanding" The nobleman who led the way hurriedly stopped him and explained, "I don't know why this happened, give me five minutes, and I'll deal with this matter immediately!"

"Then hurry up, I'm going to rush back and report it, and it will be tricky to let those who shouldn't know notice" The cavalry squadron leader grunted discontentedly, stopped at the door, and looked up at the sky, apparently already counting the time

"Soon, it must be soon!" the young nobleman nodded with a frightened face, then turned around and turned his face faster than turning a book, and pointed at Anktorannis with a fierce face, shouting to the others, "Who is this guy, I don't care what he did, you let him go immediately!"

Then he pointed to the fat man's table, "And these hillbillies, yes, the stupid fat man who pretends to be stupid, don't you hear? Get out of here! or I'll kick you to death."

The fat man's eyes were already a little drunk, and he stood up from the table with a brush, "Damn, no one dares to scold Lao Tzu like this on the battlefield, just rely on you!"

The fat man waved his arm, and the wine bowl in his hand directly turned into a phantom, and before the nobleman's mouth could be closed, he was smashed on the face by the clay wine bowl that hit like a meteor, and the fragments flew horizontally, and the mouth full of broken teeth flew into the air with blood, and the huge power made the nobleman's face bloom directly, and his body was actually hit and flew up in the air.

This change is so fast that everyone is stupid, being beaten like this by a wine glass, is this a show or what? Anktor Annis, who is self-sustaining, is also a little stupid,

Looking at the guy who was still pointing at him just now, he directly rotated a 360-degree volley in the air, like a huge twist being thrown out heavily, Anktoannis's face also changed color, and he muttered to himself, Damn, how is this possible? If you punch yourself with all your strength, you can probably have such an effect, but the other party is not using a fist, but directly smashing your face with a broken wine bowl, this force, tsk, is simply a humanoid monster

"Come on...... "With the strength of wine, the fat man doesn't care if he scares the place" Take down all these presumptuous guys!

"Do it" Dylan Scheater pulled out his saber with a loud shout, and was the first to rush forward, his face full of grief and indignation, these guys are too presumptuous, this is their own jurisdiction, and there can be such a thing as attacking His Majesty!

"Brush, brush, brush!" The sound of the sword drawing its scabbard sounded behind him, and the guards, who had received the order, rushed murderously towards the young nobles who were generally stunned

This time, there were 6 general guards who followed Dylan Schis, 14 guards who accompanied the fat man, and 20 cold and shining Samor knives were pulled out, and the face of the squadron leader who was standing at the door and watching a little coldly immediately turned pale.

The unique shape of the Samar war knife is full of hideous and murderous aura, but it is the symbol of the most elite troops of the Falcon Dynasty, and the one who can have this kind of guard is at least a legion-level figure,

This squadron leader knew that he must have offended a terrible person, and now he even had the heart to cry, what kind of world is this, who would have thought that in this poor country he could meet such a big person and not be able to provoke him

"Quick, ...... now!" the squadron leader shouted to several of his men in a panic, as a clay wine cup exploded in his face, and his helmeted head slammed against the door frame