Shangri-La Hotel, looking at the announcement posted in front of the door, people suddenly boiled.

"Ibilisi, the price of an ordinary room has risen to three hundred black crystals a day?

"Even sleeping on the floor is twenty black crystal coins a day, crazy, is Lord Yang crazy about money?"

Everyone was talking about it, getting more and more excited, they couldn't imagine that after waking up, the rent would rise dozens of times. One by one, they gritted their teeth and kept squeezing foul mouths.

Seeing that the people were excited, the thief Fenist walked out under Good's arrangement, "Brothers, this has nothing to do with Lord Yang at all. Look at it, the announcement has made it clear that the rent will not change, and all the overcharged money is a tax for the lord!"

Taxes to the lords?

Reminded by Fenrister, the angry people carefully looked at the announcement posted in front of the door, and soon they began to talk about it.

"It's so unbelievable, such a high tax!"

"Ibilisi, this is over, I can't make any money, and even the money to go back is forcibly levied on this lord!"

Knowing the reason for the skyrocketing rents, the people were furious and pointed the finger at the sudden airborne lord Storf.

Seeing that the heat was almost the same, under the command of Good, a warrior who looked like a mercenary stepped forward: "Ibilis, this dog-called lord made a bloody storm as soon as he came, and he also changed his methods to collect taxes all day long, so he simply didn't let people live!"

"That's right, if it goes on like this, everyone doesn't want to make money, just drink the northwest wind!"

"I heard that the Wind Whispering mercenary group stationed in the field last night killed a lot of people, leaving a few pieces of black heavy armor unique to the Bantu Empire at the scene!" one of the thieves whispered, cautiously looking around as he spoke.

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"I heard that a small mercenary group and an adventuring party felt something was wrong and tried to escape from Wisson Town overnight, but they all died in the middle of the way!" After looking around cautiously, a middle-aged man who looked like a down-and-out mercenary continued: "It is rumored that in order to eradicate dissidents, the new lord is not allowed to enter or leave. Whoever wants to take advantage of the chaos to rush out will definitely die like the Rus' and have no place to be buried!"

"Ibilisi, it's the other way around. If you don't let us live, we won't let them have a good time, fight with them!"

Under the provocation of those with intentions, the people became more and more excited, and Goode succeeded in planting the seeds of hatred in the hearts of the mercenaries and adventurers, and it was almost the last fuse.

Just when people were cursing the eight generations of Storff's ancestors, with a sound of 'stampeding', the triangular-eyed Midhart rode a fast horse to Shangri-La, "According to the lord's order, from today onwards, I will collect all the income of Shangri-La, and those who violate the order will be killed!"

Looking at the angry mercenaries and adventurers, Midhart smiled coldly. Shangri-La Hotel is doing a hot business, and it is definitely a fat gap to collect the money by yourself. Maybe the crystal coins secretly intercepted by a few days of hard work will be enough for me to keep a beautiful lover in Yanjing.

In his excitement, Midhart turned a blind eye to the angry eyes of the people. After forcing the Rus' into the Truss Forest, their own side has basically controlled the situation, even if these mercenaries have a big opinion, in the face of three thousand elite black-armored guards, they don't dare to do anything.

Faced with no one in sight, the people gritted their teeth, and wanted to drag him off their horses, punch and kick him, and beat him to a puddle of mud. But think about the other party's background, think about the strong black armor army of the Bantu Empire, and dare not act rashly, dare to be angry but dare not speak. In a fit of rage, no one noticed that the incendiary announcement had been quietly torn down.

"My lord, I only have a dozen Sombra coins on me, so you can do it and let me stay in Shangri-La for a few more days." As long as this period of war and chaos is over, I will leave immediately!" Under Good's arrangement, a poor mercenary knelt in front of Triangle Eyes with tears streaming down his face, "Pity my eighty-year-old mother at home, and children waiting to be fed, adults, you can do well, let me avoid trouble in Shangri-La for a few days!"

"Hehe, no money?" Midhart looked at the ragged mercenary in disgust, and whipped it down without even thinking about it, "If you don't have any money, get out, this is not a relief house, get out!"

After screaming, the down-and-out mercenary stumbled out with his bloody head in his arms. Behind him, some shook their heads sympathetically, some gritted their teeth and stared at the invincible triangular eyes, and some wiped the shiny axe in their hands without saying a word.

After some coercion, Triangular-Eyed Midhart successfully received a large number of crystal coins. When he walked out of Shangri-La with a smile on his face, he didn't see a pair of eyes that were almost on fire behind him, and he didn't expect that he had accidentally become his own gravedigger.

In the early morning in the town of Wiesen, an unprecedented storm is brewing!

Midhart successfully completed the task, but his master, Storf, frowned. For some reason, after just one day, the Rus' began a frantic counterattack. They often rush forward when the black-armored samurai are alone, taking advantage of the large number of people to attack frantically, and quickly retreat after succeeding, disappearing without a trace before the black-armored samurai's reinforcements arrive.

In just one day, he lost more than sixty elite samurai and three magicians who were parading with the army, suffering heavy casualties. With the skirmishes one after another, the number of injured samurai was countless.

Could it be that the other side has a large number of reinforcements?

Stoff's head was as big as a fight, and he thought that the Rus were already vulnerable and could complete the task of ruling the town of Wiesen ahead of schedule. I can't understand how the Rus' people can suddenly counterattack, let alone how the Rus' people can successfully ambush their lone soldiers every time.

In the midst of the chaos, not to mention the sudden airborne Stoff, even the townspeople who have lived in the town of Wiesen for decades have not noticed that at some point, there are suddenly a few more big trees at some key intersections in the town. I didn't even notice that there were suddenly a few fist-sized horned bee beasts on many trees.

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