Saric struggled to his feet and touched the pain on his head.

It's swollen!!

Is this a dragon?, Saric looked at Mo Xuan, who didn't care about him at all, with some fear, as anger rose in his chest.

You must know that there are not many people who dare to provoke me in Iron Wall City! Cheering himself up in his heart, supporting his aching body, Saric walked in front of Mo Xuan.

"Damn barbarian, do you know who you're facing? You lowly bedbug!" Saric regretted after scolding, today was the day he came out to hunt for beauty, so he only brought two people, and now I think about it, these two guards are a little unsafe!

Before Saric could finish thinking, his two late-witted bodyguards finally reacted, and with a roar, their arms smashed towards Mo Xuan with a heavy whistling sound.

It's a good time!Mo Xuan screamed secretly, and he was ready to fight back.

As soon as Mo Xuan put on a stance, his two thick and strong thighs kicked the two bodyguards far away.

The bodyguard who kicked up a cloud of dust spilled blood from the corner of his mouth, obviously not lightly injured.

Saric confessed, his bodyguard was not a mediocre hand, but he was killed and laid down in front of him, which was obviously not something he could deal with.

"I didn't bring any equipment or weapons today, otherwise I would have dried up these turtles and lay them down. Saric could only comfort himself in his heart.

"Boy, do you dare to leave your name?" Saric cried out with little confidence.

The bald Mo Xuan in front of him was not interested at all now, and with a cold snort, he took out a badge from his body that could prove his identity and handed it to Sarich's eyes: "Look at it." Remember to come to me for revenge!"

At this time, Saric was stunned, and the flames rising in the fiery red color on the badge told him the identity of the person in front of him, Viscount Mo Xuan.

When he came to his senses, Saric felt a pang of shame, knowing that his father had always looked down on the guy in front of him, but today he had suffered at the hands of the person his father looked down on the most, could it be said that he was worse than this man?

"You're waiting for the arsonist!I'll make you pay!" Saric shouted in the direction of Mo Xuan's departure, blushing.

"I'm waiting for you bald clown!" Mo Xuan's voice came from afar.

"Bald, clown?" Saric pointed at himself with a trembling finger, full of disbelief.

Hitting people doesn't slap their faces, scolding people doesn't expose their shortcomings, not to mention Mo Xuan's voice is really not small. At the very least, hundreds of people who were attracted to the excitement heard it. Saric knew that he would live with such a nickname for the rest of his life. It would be a scar that he would never erase, and Saric was more confident that the bastard fellows on the street would spread the word in less than a quarter of an hour.

This kind of thing happened, Mo Xuan also lost interest in shopping, and took Cynthia's three daughters back to the small hotel.

How could what happened here be hidden from Augustine, and in less than a while, the spies put the cause and effect of this incident on Augustine's table as it was.

Bad things happen with cronies and cronies. What will happen to Augustine? very angry? angry that they are not united?

Augustine would have been very pleased. Rejoicing, like a holiday.

Why is this so? As Augustine's confidant. Crémont, who is also Augustine's most relied on general, can be described as a high power, but there is a weakness, Cremont has no popular support. The years of war left Clairemont with no time or interest in delegating people to his small territory, so everything in Clairemont was based on Augustine, and if Augustine didn't appreciate him, he would be beaten back to his original form.

Mo Xuan is different, in Augustine's heart, this newly promoted nobleman is really a great talent, whether it is in war or in managing the territory, the disadvantage of one is that he rises too quickly, does not have enough foundation, and Mo Xuan's prestige is too low compared to the prestige of the Malian royal family.

Moreover, Augustine believed that as long as he called for it, even if the Flame City like an iron bucket operated by Mo Xuan would still have a large number of people to fight back.

But if Cremont and Mo Xuan collude, it would be very bad.

Although the territory of the Clemmont family is not large, and it has only developed with the support of Augustine in recent years, as a long-established aristocratic family, the intertwined network of relationships is indispensable, and if the two families cooperate, then they will complement each other to the greatest extent, which has the ability to threaten the stability of the Kingdom of Mali, although it is only a threat.

After returning to the inn, Mo Xuan found himself bored again.

He had almost no friends in the Iron Wall City, and he came here to celebrate Alexia's birthday at the invitation of Augustine.

Now there are still a few days before Alexia's birthday, and there are no friends to meet, and then Mo Xuan, who has nothing to do, can only start to enter penance mode.

It's just that what Mo Xuan didn't expect was that a large number of people came to visit within two days.

These people were not nobles or officials, most of them were bards and mages.

This made Mo Xuan not know why.

In fact, the great upheaval caused by the Count of Monte Cristo has only now reached the Ironwall, even though it was one of the first cities to come into contact with the Count of Monte Cristo's book. And after such a long time, people are basically dead, and it has been confirmed that the Count of Monte Cristo that they want to check is a novel that they can buy at any time, and even Mo Xuan didn't expect that a book would bring him so many things.

Some of these people who came to visit were curious, and some were chasing stars! That's right! It was chasing stars, and after carefully examining Mo Xuan's deeds, these star chasers thought that Mo Xuan's own experience was definitely more wonderful than that of the Count of Monte Cristo, after all, one was a novel and the other was reality.

"You shouldn't write that!It's misleading reality, it's going to teach those kids badly, and it's ridiculous that there are such smart people out there in the world!" one yelled at Mo Xuan.

Then two sturdy barbarian guards politely invited him out, though the man was very reluctant.

Rubbing his swollen head, Mo Xuan was really helpless for people who love this kind of thing more seriously! Fortunately, Mo Xuan didn't rely on them to live, and ordered the barbarians to invite them out of the hotel one by one.

Then there was a remark on the market that the Viscount of Arson was a very impudent barbarian, uneducated, etc., etc., etc.

On the other hand, these people believe that the Viscount of Flame, who is polite and wise, is the embodiment of the reality of the Count of Monte Cristo.

Different remarks often meet in one place, and the fierce collision arouses the curiosity of people who are curious about the mysterious Mo Xuan.

Like a pebble thrown into a basin filled with water, the waves of water in different directions crash against each other, causing greater fluctuations and making people more aware of the new star of the kingdom. (To be continued......)