"I don't have any national feelings for Temoria, Lord Count."

Lan's title remained respectful, but it was a great contrast to his current gesture of holding the Earl's face with one hand, as if dragging a dead dog.

"So are you really going to work hard for the sake of this country? I don't care at all. ”

The Count's pampered body struggled, and his writhing feet scattered the expensive cobblestone pavement.

But none of these movements slowed down Lan En's pace in the slightest.

The eyes that looked out through the fingers seemed to recognize where this road would lead.

Count Stessa suddenly screamed.

"What are you going to do?! Where are you taking me?! Fuck you, mutant bastard! Whew! ”

This road is the road that leads to the gate of the manor.

The Count's screams were interrupted by a sudden increase in the grip on his face.

"Where are you going?"

Lan asked rhetorically.

The road had come to an end, and the gate of the manor stood in front of Lane.

This gate is made of solid wood clad iron, with a height of four meters and a thickness of ten centimeters!

In normal times, when the Count opened the gate and went out, it would take two warriors to push it with all their might just to open the door.

And now, Lann opened the deadbolt on the inside of the manor's gate, and pressed the count's head against the solid wood-clad iron panel.

"Actually, I just thought what you said made too much sense. To be a man, there must always be a spirit of contract. So, in this game"

"You're about to go out of bounds."

Looking through Lanne's fingers, Staisa's two eyeballs were so frightened that they seemed to pop out of their sockets.

"Nope! You can't do this! I didn't come out. Uhhh ”

Pushing the door with one hand, the screams of humans were extremely piercing amid the sound of the door opening.

Lan could clearly feel the roughly spherical bone structure on his hand crumbling to the brim. Just like the mind of Count Stessa.

The door slowly opened, and the screams of the humans grew louder and louder.

Finally, when the door opened, a ray of light from the outside world peeked through the crack in the door

Lan En was expressionless and made the verdict of the game.

"Now, you're officially out of bounds."

"Dog mongrel."

The arm holding Stessa's face door with one hand was slightly retracted, and then after a short period of accumulation, he directly hit the door with his head!

"Bang!"

It feels like a ripe watermelon smashed to the ground.

The richly dressed body was in Lan's hands, and only the convulsions of the remaining nerve signals remained.

Lan En pushed open the gate of the manor with one hand.

Outside the gate, nearly 100 security forces held torches and looked at the demon hunter who came out of the famous manor.

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The commander of the security forces felt that he must go to Meritelli tomorrow to pray for blessings.

That night, from the moment he saw the flames of Stessa's manor, he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest!

Who doesn't know that the Count and the King are on the same page?

But who would have thought . This is going to be done in the city?!

The shadow of political conflict hangs over the head of every civilian, and although he is not a civilian, after all, he still holds the command of the security forces of hundreds of people.

But compared to the identity of the one in the manor, this is also a large ant.

I begged for I don't know how many masters, and then I spread the news all the way to the ears of Mayor Vijma.

Then he was ordered to "immediately go to investigate the cause of the fire and calm the situation".

The commander of the security forces looked at the small slip of paper with the order and personal seal on his hand, and exhausted the political wisdom of his life to see the context.

But if he has this ability, how can he waste his life in the position of commander of the security forces?

To be careful, he only took less than a hundred of his men and rushed to the location of the Staisa manor.

He thought to himself that the one who could do something to the Earl must be His Majesty.

Otherwise, in the whole of Temeria, in terms of blood, inheritance law, and strength, who is still qualified?

The mayor is the king's man, and he allows himself to 'calm things down', most likely because the count has been taken care of.

I'm a former washer.

There are too many people with me, and the people who are attacking the manor look at it and think that they are the earl's support, what should I do?

It's okay to be killed on the spot! If you can't figure it out, even the aristocratic status of the family will be moved!

Therefore, the fewer people you bring, the better, but you must ensure that the floor is washed cleanly, so nearly 100 subordinates are just enough.

The deputy commander of the security forces was the Count's man, and he had already taken his post with his henchmen before he went out on a mission.

So this time, although he usually received a lot of benefits from the earl, the overall situation has been decided, and of course he must stand on the side of justice, that is, the side of the victor.

The commander secretly applauded his accurate judgment.

But when he led people to the gate of the manor, he realized that the situation at the scene was exactly what he imagined. Seems a little bit different?

Normally, anyone who knows a little bit about the battlefield will instinctively know how difficult this place is when they see Count Stessa's manor.

If you want to besiege with troops, then a battle of thousands of people is indispensable.

When the commander arrived, he only heard screams, exclamations, and fires from inside the manor.

But what about the men and horses attacking the manor?!

On the exterior of the manor, not even a single trace of resistance occurred!

If Count Stetsa is really so easy to deal with, why should he be against His Majesty?

Not only was the commander confused, but the men he brought with him were also confused.

"Sir, sir!"

The commander hesitated, not knowing whether to go up and call the door directly, after all, there was no screaming in the manor now, there was a dead silence.

No matter how you look at it, it's all over.

Behind him, one of his men tugged at the corner of his armor.

The Commander looked back impatiently, then followed the nervous and frightened gazes of his men to his feet.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he jerked up his feet as if he were frightened.

The movement of lifting the foot brought a "whoosh" sound.

It was a layer of blood that had reached the bottom of the boot!

Blood spilling from the crack in the manor gate!

The commander's movements caused his men to notice the blood flowing under his feet.

The location of the estate is the most brightly lit part of the trade district.

But this group of officers and soldiers felt as if they were in the temple area in the middle of the night.

Shadows are eroding the light, and in the darkness the visible and invisible monsters are hungry and thirsty.

The troops were in an unstoppable commotion.

Because the situation in front of you really doesn't fit any kind of common sense of everyone here.

The gate of the manor made a muffled "thump" in the midst of this tense commotion.

Then it dawned.

A stout, tall figure with a drag in his hand.' People'? Walked out alone.

"You're here for him?"

"Let's go, let's go", and the man with bright eyes calmly approached the security forces.

As soon as the hand was raised, the 'thing' that could vaguely see the gorgeous clothes rolled down to the feet of the commander of the security forces like a puddle of mud.

The godless eyes that had been squeezed out of their sockets hung on his face, facing the commander.

"Are you washing the floor, or are you supporting?"

The man who threw the body tilted his head in question, then reached for the hilt of the sword behind his back.

The commander looked at his feet for a long time before he realized that this was the mighty Earl.

Instinctively, he drew his sword and ordered his men to rush forward.

But before his hand could press the hilt of the sword at his waist, the four hands that came from both sides held down his arm.

The two men on either side, in a tone like a frightened child, stumbled in his ear.

"Sir, sir! He's only one by one! ”

On weekdays, this sentence is generally followed by "don't be afraid, let's go together".

But today, too, the fool knows that this soldier never meant that.

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