"You're Davis, the Broken Mayor?"

"Who are you!...... ...... Guard"

Davis was pressed against the cold wall, and he wanted to call the guards, but the big man in front of him suddenly choked his mouth, and he couldn't make a sound at all. The big men in front of them looked like robbers, they were indeed robbers, they were Gnosca marauders, and the one who led them was the "mercenary" who followed Rhodes during the day.

Celta wore a sharp axe around her waist, a tattooed stripe on her face, and an arm thicker than the thigh of Davis, the city councilor. Several Norscan marauders infiltrated the mayor's residence at night and barricaded him in a corner like a chicken.

"Don't you know who we are? ”

Celta said in a deep voice. The shiny dagger pressed against the soft spot under Davis's crotch. The prefect shuddered under a horde of horrible marauders. He was afraid that as long as this robber was a little more crazy, he would not be able to be a man in his life.

"What do you want? gold, girl, I can give you whatever you want. ”

Davis said in a trembling voice. He was in the study, and normally, no one could come in without his orders, and now, how he wished that a fool could break in stunned, so that he could shout, and the guards of the mansion would find out about the danger. However, this is not possible. These people dare to break into here, they have figured out everything here.

"Coward. ”

Davis's inquiry went unanswered, and instead, several big men let out disdainful mockery. They looked at the panicked Imperial officials with a look of satisfaction, as if they were entertaining them.

"We don't want anything, we just want that worm in your crotch. So I can take it back and feed the wolves. My wolf is hungry. ”

The leading Norscar Marauder laughed and took the dagger one step closer.

"Ah...... No...... No...... A thousand gold crowns! Oh, no, two thousand!

The sharp dagger was against Davis's skin, and he could feel the coldness under his crotch, almost crying and begging several big men to show mercy.

"Hmph, gold. Sure enough, a weak bug slept on the pile of gold that your ancestors left you. ”

Celta scoffed again. As he spoke, he took one hand around Davis's neck like a tender goose.

"You have given me a memory, if you embarrass Lord Rhodes again in the future, I promise that you will not be able to be a man in your life. I can't touch a woman again. ”

Celta threatened. He put down his harsh words, and then threw away the municipal magistrate in his hand, and Davis slipped down from the corner in horror and sat down on the ground. Watching a few Norscans swagger out the door of their room, he finally knew what was going on at night.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes after the "wild men" had left that he shouted heartbreakingly—"Guards, damn guards, come here for me!"

"Your Excellency, ?...... you?"

The butler was the first to rush in, and asked his little master in horror what had happened.

Syllable......

What awaited him was a resounding slap in the face.

"Damn! Are you shit-eaters? Twenty or so of you, let a gang of robbers slip in and out without noticing? What's the use of me keeping you shit? You might as well have a dog!"

He yelled and raged. All the grievances just now are vented on these personal attendants at this moment. The butler was even beaten.

Before they could figure out what was going on, they were punched and kicked by their own masters.

"Tell me, where is that Rod Lawn! I'm going to kill him!"

Davis shouted angrily. His angry shouts echoed throughout the mansion, and even the maids in the kitchen trembled at the sight of it, they had never seen their master so angry. Usually, if you are slightly dissatisfied, you will be scolded, but what is it that makes the city councillor so manic today?

"Rod?...... My lord, who is Rod?"

Because Davis met a lot of people every day, and the people who came to him to talk about things had to line up every day, the butler couldn't remember which Rod he was talking about for a while.

"That's the Kislev, the Northlanders!"

Davis yelled. He gritted his teeth, his muscles jumping. No one had ever dared to threaten him like this, he was the nephew of the Overseer of Oster, the Lord of Wolfenburg was his grandfather, he was born noble, and today he was threatened with a knife, which was unthinkable and a great shame for him.

"Oh, you're talking about the Lord of Blackhammer Keep, right?"

The butler replied tremblingly.

"Tell me, Lord, where is he now?

Davis yelled. His roar could be heard throughout the villa.

"Your Excellency, he ...... He's gone......"

The butler whispered.

"Where are you going?"

"I left the city this afternoon, I don't know where I went......"

"No way! His people haven't left yet, how did he go?"

"I don't know about this......"

The butler's voice was so small that he could barely hear it.

"Garbage! a bunch of garbage!"

Davis continued to yell angrily.

"Didn't you see that several wild men broke into my room and my house just now?

"My lord, what kind of savage is it?"

"Norsca, Norscar wildlings. Quick, go now, I want them to die! Die in front of me. ”

Davis commanded.

......

"Ale, mead, whiskey, brandy native to Bretonnia, oh, thank my king, king of the white bears, for this trip was fruitful!"

On the dark sea, the Flying Giant, like a firefly, shone faintly under the night sky, and the two dozen or so Norscans who accompanied it reveled on the deck, praising their great king, great new lord. Rhodes opened the lid and joined them. Dozens of barrels of wine are nothing compared to the harvest of this trip to the empire. The goods of an entire ship were sold, and a thousand gold crowns were earned, which was equivalent to half a year's income of Black Hammer Castle. Rhodes didn't care to share this with his subordinates.

Several Gnosca raiders cheered and praised the generosity of their new leader, and the atmosphere reached a climax.

"Brothers, pause, let me say a few words. ”

Rhodes got up from the deck and stood in the middle of a group of Norscans. The laughter on the field gradually faded. When the leader speaks, his men must listen, and listen attentively, as is the tradition of the Gnoscan marauders.

"Brothers, from today onwards, don't call me the White Bear King anymore, I'm not a White Bear, so ......"

The hearty laughter of the Norscans could be heard all around. Rod made a quiet gesture, and the man immediately closed his mouth again, listening quietly.

"So, I'm not the King of the White Bear, and I'm either my lord or the lord of Black Hammer Castle. From this day forward, you, a member of the Black Hammer Castle, work under me, listen to my orders, come, and toast to your lords. ”

Rod said aloud. And these Norscans did not refuse, they picked up the flasks in their hands one after another, and took a sip. The oath of allegiance was not said much, but everyone knew that this was a tradition, and the strong could rule everything. And whoever the man standing before them was, he was their king, but by a different name.

"By the way, Celta, Nurba, what about them, why didn't you see them?"

After the hot wine was down, Rhodes glanced around, but suddenly found that there were a few people missing from the boat, Celta, he remembered that this guy had followed before leaving, why was he missing now?

"Celta, damn it, people?"

Rod shouted again, but no one answered.