The atmosphere in the banquet hall was still hot, and Baron Wolff, who had struggled hard in the wasteland for most of his life, was also completely immersed in the play, and more and more lords flattered him and said countless flattering words, which felt more hearty than the most expensive and delicious red wine in the world, and for a moment, Baron Wolf even had the illusion that this was the pinnacle of his life, and he was banished to the wasteland because of his family when he was young, and for the first time he experienced the life of a true nobleman, as for whether the next Earl Douglas would think of him, and what Alfred would do to him, it no longer seemed to matter。 Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Baron Wolff is obsessed with clouds.

It is impossible to notice, I don't know when, the entrance of the banquet hall suddenly fell silent, and then the silence spread, from the direction of the entrance to the very center of the banquet hall, and quickly filled the entire banquet hall in a rather abrupt way. So, it was only at this time that many people subconsciously looked at the door of the banquet hall, and they finally saw the young man standing at the door and the old man he was supporting.

The young man was dressed in a crisp black dress, which set off his emaciated body with an extraordinarily slender figure.

The old man was wrapped in a thick velvet coat, as if he could not accept even the slightest hint of cold.

Since the beginning of winter, the health of the old Earl Donald has deteriorated, and even such a short walk to the banquet hall of Sauron Castle needs the support of Augustus, which is indeed a very hard thing for an old man who may return to heaven at any time, but there is no way, although the heir of the old earl has walked out of the lost magical world not long ago, it will take a long time to take on everything of the Donald family.

They stood at the doorway and stopped.

The people in the banquet hall also looked at them, not daring to make any more noise.

The eerie silence continued.

It wasn't until a little lord in his 30s walked towards them in the banquet hall that the atmosphere eased slightly, but this lord walked towards Augustus and the old Earl Donald, and stopped in front of Augustus, and saluted, but he didn't dare to speak directly to Augustus, but carefully whispered to Viscount Constance behind Augustus about what had just happened, his voice was not loud, Baron Wolfe and the others in the center of the banquet hall would definitely not hear it, but Augustus and Donald, who were standing in front of Constance, must have heard it clearly。

After hearing this, Viscount Constance, who had an elegant temperament, frowned and looked at Augustus in front of him.

Augustus did not react.

However, the old earl beside him sighed heavily, looked at the people in the banquet hall, and said slowly: "If this matter is not handled well, I am afraid it will be very troublesome." ”

Augustus nodded slightly.

Although those people don't have a lot of territory in the wasteland and don't have much right to speak, once they all fall to the Douglas family, it will indeed be a bit troublesome, after all, even if they don't have any strength worthy of Augustus's fear, but after all, they have survived in the wasteland for decades or even hundreds of years, and their understanding of the wasteland is enough for them to secretly cause a lot of damage.

He patted the back of the old earl's wrinkled hand and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." ”

As casual as ever, as confident as ever.

Seeing that Augustus had let go of the hand that was supporting him, the old earl hurriedly grabbed Augustus's arm again, and frowned, "Now, but this is always Sauron's castle." ”

"I'm sure Arthras will understand what I'm doing. ”

His eyes were still clear and calm, the old earl looked at it for a moment, and then he no longer hindered it, it can be said that after more than a year, sometimes, the old earl is more willing to believe in this child than to believe in himself.

......

Augustus walked alone to the center of the ballroom.

Along the way, no one dared to look up at him, let alone any lord dared to look him in the eye, he walked there calmly, without him doing anything, and the group of people who had surrounded Baron Wolf quickly dispersed, leaving him with enough space for him to do anything, and they all speculated about what might happen next.

Is it to lower your profile and try to establish a relationship with Earl Douglas through Wolfe?

Or will you be the last to show off your might before Earl Douglas arrives?

They all felt that since Douglas, who had the support of the powerful people in the imperial capital, was coming, then Alfred, who had risen rapidly in this year, should at least keep a low profile and keep a low profile, if not become history in a short time.

However, Augustus walked up to Baron Wolff, but did not make any further move, but just stood there, looking at Wolff with interest.

Everyone was baffled.

Even Baron Wolff, who was very nervous at first, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the young Earl Alfred did not dare to do anything to him? Perhaps he really needed to rely on him to ease relations with Douglas? Wolf thought this, his face was gradually flushed again with nervousness, and the hand holding the goblet no longer trembled so violently.

Although there was still some uncontrollable slight trembling.

Augustus suddenly asked, "You know Douglas well?"

Wolf subconsciously felt that he should shake his head directly, but he didn't want to give up the feeling of being in the clouds before, so he forced him to be reserved, took a sip of bright red wine, and said ambiguously: "It's not very familiar, but it should be all known." ”

Augustus looked at the not too fat baron with some amusement, and said strangely: "Since you know Douglas, and you know that he is likely to be at odds with me when he comes to the wasteland, then why do you dare to come here? Do you really think that Alfred does not dare to treat you badly?"

That's not quite right.

Baron Wolf's heart sank, and he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Augustus continued expressionlessly: "It's a miracle that people like you can survive in the wasteland, but the miracle ends today, the wasteland has limited resources, and it's a waste for you to live." ”

Worf's hand holding the goblet trembled violently, and even his voice was sharply distorted: "You have pronounced my death sentence? But don't forget! Earl Douglas is coming soon! You ......"

Without giving him a chance to finish speaking, Augustus squinted his eyes suddenly, and drew the long sword at his waist, and the people around him didn't see his movements clearly, only felt a flash of cold light, and they couldn't see it clearly.

Augustus, who has long entered the realm of knights, has fully consolidated his control over his power in the past few months, and now that he is killed, it is really not difficult for him to kill such a nobleman whose last power is used on a woman's belly.

The next moment.

When all the noble lords around them opened their eyes, they all saw that Baron Wolff, who was still standing in front of them, had already clutched his throat with his hands, but he could not stop the unbridled surge of blood no matter what, and Wolff made a 'ho-ho' sound in his throat, but he could not say a word again.

His frightened eyes darkened, his body staggered, and he knocked over the long table in front of him and behind him, blood mixed with bright red wine.

He struggled for a long time before he fell to the ground completely, making a loud noise, finally waking up the group of people around Baron Wolff that had been around him a moment ago.

They still couldn't believe what they were seeing.

A rising star just like that?

The young Earl Alfred simply cut Baron Wolf's throat like this?

But Wolf is a nobleman!

Astound.

Fear.

Dazed.

All kinds of emotions are not enough to describe their horror at this time, if the last pride of their survival in the wasteland is their so-called aristocratic status, then at this moment, this young man has stripped them of all their pride without leaving the slightest room, making them clearly realize that where there are nobles, in the eyes of this young man, they can only be little sheep without the ability to resist!

They subconsciously turned their necks to look at the young man, and saw that he had somehow felt a white handkerchief and was wiping the blood from his long sword.

He looked at the corpse on the ground and made no secret of his disdain: "Stupidity is really the biggest obstacle to survival." ”

......

...... (To be continued.) )