A fierce freeze solidified the streets of the small town, and the frozen streets "creaked" and made a frictional sound.

A middle-aged nobleman poked his head out of the window of the black carriage, looking at the entrance of the branch of the business alliance with a puzzled expression, the roof of the carriage was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the wheels were crooked, as if affected by gravity,

"Uncle, are you sure it's here?" The middle-aged nobleman turned his head suspiciously, and beside him sat a thin man with a cloak on his head, his face shrouded in it, revealing only a dark and sharp chin, and wearing a pure black robe,

Hearing the middle-aged nobleman's inquiry, the mysterious man's thin hand lifted the cloak on his head, revealing a resolute and old face, with bright eyes, with a mixed look, and carefully looked at the courtyard outside,

When he saw the blue Tianpu sign of the business alliance, the mysterious man's eyes lit up, and he nodded affirmatively and said, "This is it, his whereabouts only tell me that he is alone, he has an important matter to deal with here, we didn't meet him on the road, judging from the time and distance, he should be inside!"

"However, this is really not like a place where a big man like him lives!" The middle-aged nobleman still couldn't believe the judgment of the mysterious person, but under the mysterious person's firm attitude, he had to hesitate to get out of the carriage and gently knock on the small iron door in front of him with his hand. ()

"What's the matter with you?" a servant in chain mail opened the half-sliding door, his bright eyes were like a knife, and the middle-aged nobleman was chilled to see it, and the doorman was wearing a unique long sword at his waist, the curved curvature with a hint of cruel beauty, and the bronze-colored cold scabbard handle was engraved with a blooming thorn flower

The middle-aged nobleman breathed a sigh of relief, Samar's war knife! It seems that the old uncle's words are not wrong, this is a weapon that only that person's close guards are qualified to wear.

"My master has an urgent matter to see the Grand Duke!" the middle-aged nobleman took a deep breath, plucked up his courage, and took out a cyan and simple ring from his bosom and handed it to the guard who was about to refuse. He said sincerely, "This is a token that my master asked me to deliver, I believe the Grand Duke will consider it."

"Master?" The guard who opened the door looked at the carriage behind the middle-aged nobleman with a puzzled look, and then glanced at the ring handed to him, his expression changed, and he immediately opened the door to let the middle-aged nobleman enter the living room to wait, and asked him to send the ring to the fat man who was resting in Lin

"Falcon heraldic ring!" The fat man's expression changed greatly, his body suddenly stood up from his seat, his fingers tightly pinched the ring with special meaning, and made a crisp sound of bone joints, this was a token that he personally delivered to the Jones family at the top of Zhivading Mountain, and now seeing it made the fat man have an ominous premonition. Could it be that something happened to the Jones family

"Let's go, follow me and have a look!" the fat man casually put on a cotton coat, waved his hand to several guards, and quickly walked down the stairs. His eyes swept sharply in front of him, and the middle-aged aristocratic man with a panicked expression froze for a moment

This is a stranger! The fat man thought of the possible bad situation, and felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, and his white fat face immediately looked hideous.

"Who are you?" asked the fat man, clasping the ring heavily on the table, and asked repeatedly, "How did this ring get to you?

The fat man sat down on the seat, and his murderous tone almost made the middle-aged nobleman sit on the ground,

Thinking that he was facing the Grand Duke of Falcon of the Kingdom of Power, the fat man of Samar who had just slaughtered more than 100,000 people in Kyoto, the timid middle-aged nobleman felt that his legs and stomach were cramping, his head almost hit the ground, and his voice trembled

"This, this is what my master asked me to hand over, and he is now in the carriage outside! But his body is inconvenient to move, and he asked me to come to the adult!"

"Oh, your master?" the fat man's face was slightly pale, and his trip this time was top secret. There are only a few people who can know, and there is only one person in Jones's territory now, except for Crowley Muter, who went to mobilize the garrison

"Is it?" The fat man quickly stood up with a solemn expression, strode to the door, and sure enough, he saw a black carriage parked in a dark corner, and there was a blunt weapon on the handrail of the carriage.

"Smack" The fat man did not hesitate to open the door of the carriage himself, and saw a person sitting inside. The familiar figure, when he saw the figure with a bloody blanket on his legs, the fat man's eyes were red, and he almost roared, "Damn it, old man, what's the matter with you?"

"Hehe, dead fatty!, I'm still so anxious, don't worry, I can't die yet!" came the old voice from the carriage, although the figure looked wolfish. But in his tone, there was still a hint of disapproving ridicule,

The mysterious old man stepped out of the carriage with the help of the fat man, and he was the owner of the land, the fat man's father-in-law, the old Duke Jones,

"This is my retinue, Frederick!" said the old Duke Jones, who sat down in the hall and pointed to the middle-aged nobleman with a gloomy face, "His father is my best friend,

, with a teasing smile on his face, it seemed that he was not injured, and explained to the fat man, "I saw you coming this time, I wanted to come and greet you in person, but I didn't expect to be attacked by unknown forces on the road, it was Frederick who desperately drove the carriage to escape from the ambush"

Old Duke Jones's voice paused, and his face was gloomy, "It's a pity that those loyal guards who accompanied them, they are all good, in order to cover me, they turned their carriage on their side in the snow to block the pursuers, and now they are only afraid."

"Do you know who did it? Sue me, Samar's sword will let them know what blood debt and blood retribution!" The fat man's face was cold and terrible, his five fingers were clenched, and his eyes were red like rabbits.

Jones's territory was Samore's most important foothold in the north, and it was also an important rear base for this western campaign, and the old Duke Jones was assassinated at this time, which meant that Samore was too obvious.

"If I'm not mistaken, because it should be my nephew Salenku" Duke Jones's face flashed with a trace of remorse, he closed his eyes and was silent for a while, and said in a slow voice, "He has always been very disgusted with the Jones Territory of the Samore garrison, especially since he married the Hutak family of the Western Alliance in January, he has been encouraging me to leave Saemor and join the Western Alliance!

"I know that this Hutak family has always been an expansionist faction in the Western Alliance, advocating the establishment of an independent western kingdom, and they are very resistant to foreign forces, but this time they deserve to be unlucky if they provoke me."

The fat man's face was gloomy, he touched his chin with his hand, suddenly stood up and ordered the guards behind him: "Immediately order the guards cavalry from the northern fortress to rush to Laimian! Samar's sword has not seen blood for a long time!"