The Locke family's estate is located on the high ground west of the town of Lille, from which you can see the lights of the valley and the town of Lille, forming a perfect triangle between the three. When the Emperor conquered the North three hundred years ago, it was the first reconnaissance base established by King Oakland** in the north.

In terms of construction style, Locke Manor is not much different from the inner city of Isttalon, and it has also gradually evolved from a military fortress to a habitable complex, but the stronghold here at that time cannot be compared to Isttalon, at most it is just a slightly larger outpost.

As a former place of war, Locke Manor has also been baptized by wind and frost, and in the past few days, its courtyard wall has left new traces of battle. The gates of the former palatial manor were covered with new marks of slashing and chopping with knives and axes, and everywhere was filled with the stench of dead men's corpses and splattered blood. Even after dozens of servants washed it overnight, the disgusting smell was not completely dispelled.

The makeshift gallows was littered with corpses, all soldiers wearing the Locke family insignia. They were all warriors who swore allegiance to the Locke family, but they were put on a noose by their masters. Young Master Mikhalan, who is now the head of the family, calls these people stubborn rebels, and he originally wanted to hang their bodies in public, but because of the imminent arrival of an honored guest, the corpses had to be hastily buried.

The servants had dug a three-meter-deep hole in the far wasteland, and the corpses of the soldiers were thrown from the gallows and into the hole. Wearing the Kemal family insignia, heavily armed Southern soldiers quietly took over their legacy, laying out impenetrable defenses inside and outside Locke Manor.

Although he has never won a battle with the White Lion, this does not mean that Count Kemal is incompetent. In the centuries-old grievances between the old-school aristocracy in the south and the emerging aristocracy in the north, the Kemal family, as the representative of the southern aristocracy, has always been vaguely confronted by the White Lion family and has never taken a step back. Even though they had to pay huge war reparations every time, the Kemal family never abandoned their fiefdom of the province of Sarin.

From a certain point of view, this also shows that Count Kemal's strength is not as unbearable as outsiders think. In addition to getting rid of 80 percent of the armed peasants, he also had a "professional army" under his command. Although it is not as good as Istalen, who is a soldier and a martial artist, it is very rare among the southern nobles who are greedy for comfort and pleasure. 【Starter】

Although the lights in Locke Manor were bright, except for these elite southern soldiers, there were only a few servants left, and the manor was as silent as a ghost, except for the laughter and laughter between men and women in the banquet hall.

The tables in the hall were filled with sumptuous food, but only a few guests attended the banquet. Two pairs of young men and women are intertwined and carry out primitive physiological activities, except for a fat man with a blue nose and swollen face sitting at the dining table munching on his head, oblivious to obscene and oblivious to the obscene whispering, and intently devouring it.

Mihalen's anger was obviously a little strong, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he directly tore open the evening dress of the noble lady and picked up the gun and got on the horse. Once upon a time, those ladies only focused on his brother's body, and never looked at him directly, and Miharun had enough of this stuffiness. And now this pair of aristocratic sisters are the fallen nobles who escaped from Isttalen, and in order to seek temporary shelter, they can force their faces to smile and give what they want. Although they weren't pretty, they gave Mihalen a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before.

Unlike the mad Mihalen, the young man who sat on the throne ate much more elegantly. He has the Kemal family's signature brown-black wavy curly hair, and his clothes are meticulously dressed, even when he is holding the noble lady**, his movements are very elegant, and the tone of his speech is unhurried, with the characteristic curly tongue tone of the southern aristocracy.

As the eldest son of Count Kemal, Delaere received an orthodox elite education from an early age. He took a sip of the red wine and glanced in Mihaalen's direction, a look of disdain in his eyes. If it weren't for the benefit of the land, he would definitely not want to sit with this mad dog in heat, and even talking would feel disgusting.

As the eldest son of the family, De Lael never regarded illegitimate children as nobles, and if possible, he preferred to sit down with the young master Renard and communicate calmly. However, what bothered him was that the eldest young master also adhered to the ethics of the nobility just like himself - never betrayed, and was extremely stubborn. This allowed him to use Miharun to stabilize the hearts and minds of the Locke family and the town of Lille.

In fact, other than that, this guy is of little use for anything else. Now, for example, De Laere had done his business while he was doing it, and Mihalen was still lying on top of the woman and refused to give up—he might have forgotten the purpose of inviting the two young ladies to dinner in the first place.

The woman lying in Delare's arms has turned into a puddle of mud, and for this kind of untouched fledgling, the "battle-hardened" young master Delare, with just a little trickery, allows her to experience the feeling of heaven, and at the same time explain what he knows clearly.

Nephrite was warm and fragrant, but Delaire's heart was cold, and the information about Istalon made him feel like pins and needles, and he could no longer be interested. Secretly supporting Miharun in his bid for the position of patriarch of the Locke family was originally a clever move in his plan, but now it seems that this move is a little too rash.

The fall of Isttalen may have brought a cup of celebration to the southern aristocracy, but it was not good news for the Kemal family. If the White Lion family itself is slowly declining, Count Kemal can certainly take the opportunity to go north and encroach on Istalen's territory. But the current situation is that the White Lion family has suddenly fallen, and there is a power gap in the north, and the insatiable southern nobles will never let go of this piece of fat. And the identity of Count Kemal will change from a hero who resists the expansion of the north to a person who stands in the way.

Not to mention the filthy political games of the southern aristocracy, what is now giving Delare more headaches is the scourge left by Isttalon - the bugs and dead men mentioned by the noble lady. If even Isttalon, known as the "most powerful fortress in the north", fell overnight, how long would Count Kemal's forces be able to resist?

"What do you think, Romer?" asked De Laere as he put down his glass and whispered to the fat man eating across the table.

"It's unimaginable...... I thought it was just a plague outbreak. Viscount Chico wiped his mouth, put down the chicken leg in his hand, and his fat face was crumpled: "I haven't seen a single old friend in the refugee camp, and the leader is Miss Lanstadt, and there is a young man who doesn't know the rules. None of the three dogs escaped...... Just like what this young lady said just now, that little imp of the White Lion Family led all the troops to defend Isttalon, and then wiped out the whole army, this is terrible!"

"But since the refugees were able to get here safely, it means that the enemy did not take advantage of the victory. Delaere groaned for a moment, and said with some uncertainty, "Where did those monsters come from?" Lanstadt...... Could it be that the northern frontier where the Ranstadts are located has also fallen? ”

"You don't have to worry too much, young master. Viscount Chico waved his hand and smiled, "When we invite that Miss Lanstadt to be our guest tomorrow, we should be able to find out the truth of the matter." ”

"Is that young lady really a descendant of Master Doria?" asked Delare, skeptically.

"Doria? Lanstadt didn't leave any heirs. Viscount Chico shook his head and smiled, "That's what the old man said in the covenant he made with Count Fenrir of Iron Wolf. If his youngest daughter has a magical talent, betroth her to you and go to Isttalon to inherit Master Doria's legacy. Doing so was a nail in the coffin in Istalen, but it turned out that his daughter's natural potential was not up to par, and the matter was over......"

"It's said that the timberwolves are insulated by magic, and it seems to be true. De Laere smiled and rubbed his fingers, a spark coming out of his fingertips, and then disappeared again. He thought for a moment and asked, "What's that girl's name?"

"Miria? Lanstadt, you came to us when you were a child, young master, you may not remember. The expression on Viscount Chico's face suddenly twitched again, he scratched his head tangledly, frowned and said: "Now this Miss Lanstadt should not be that girl, I don't know if it is the bloodline of Count Iron Wolf, although she wears a scarf, she knows that she is a stunning beauty just by looking at her eyes." Young Master, you are really an unexpected gain this time. ”

When Viscount Chico spoke of the stunning beauty, a lewd look flashed in the eyes of Mihalen, who was lying on top of the woman. He thrashed a few times, let out a sigh of relief, got up from the ground, lifted his trousers, grabbed the wine glass on the table and drank it all, and smiled at Viscount Chico: "I have heard that there are many women among those refugees, and since Master Delare has booked that Miss Lanstadt, you can let me pick the rest of the girls." ”

"No problem, Mr. Locke. The fat man smiled quietly: "It's just a bunch of refugees, let them starve for a few days, and then you can go out with a piece of bread and enjoy the chastity of the girls." ”

"Aha, I like the idea. Mihalen spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and laughed: "I've been unhappy with Istalen's gang of girls for a long time, and I dare to dislike Lao Tzu for not having a military temperament?

Delaire and Viscount Chico looked at each other silently, shook their heads and remained silent. (Go read OM) (Jiangsu.com)