The inner city of the imperial capital, the Viscount's residence.

Tazmi sat in the spacious living room, a little bewildered, but quickly regained her composure when she saw Miss Arya's smile.

"It's beautiful, just as Iaias and I imagined." Tazmi thought to herself.

This was the third day he had come to the Viscount's Mansion, and after a few days of getting along, he found that the Viscount's family were very good people, although the eldest lady was very extravagant when shopping during the day, it was normal in the environment of the imperial capital.

"Tazmi, I've already helped you find the connections, enlisting in the army is the captain, leading the team of 100 people, with your strength, it's absolutely no problem, I look forward to the day you become famous." The viscount handed over a piece of paper, which was no different from an official military document except that it was not stamped.

"Thank you for your kindness, and you will be rewarded in the future."

Tazmi took the paperwork and bowed deeply, there was a conversation between the two sides when he came, and the other party said that he would help him serve in the army, but he didn't expect the result to come so soon.

"Let's have a drink that night." The viscount squinted his eyes and said, knight-level prey is very dangerous, and you have to lower your guard step by step to take it down, and he has a lot of experience in this area.

"I've heard that boys who drink well are usually stronger." Arya said expectantly, glaring at the boy.

Tazmi scratched his head and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Lord Viscount, Miss Arya, the village chief said that you are not allowed to drink before the coming-of-age ceremony, although I am fifteen years old, but after all, it is not time to drink, the village chief is right, I am very sorry." ”

"It seems to be a steady old man." The viscount laughed.

"It sounds so reliable, if only my father could be reliable." Arya sneered.

"Hahaha, then I won't drink tonight, go and rest, Tazmi, of course you have to recharge your energy in the army."

"Thank you for your understanding." Tazmi bowed twice and left apologetically.

Seeing the young man walk out of the living room, the faces of the father and daughter were gloomy almost at the same time.

"Damn pig, just go to sleep honestly, why bother so much." Arya said sinisterly.

"Don't worry, there's always a chance, it's rare to see such a good prey." The viscount clenched his teacup tightly, apparently not as calm as his words suggested.

……

Night, guest rooms.

Tazmi woke up from his sleep, his innate strong perception made him sense that a terrifying killing intent was coming, he did not hesitate to pick up the long sword next to him, as a hunter who often kills dangerous species, he naturally understands the need for intelligence and initiative.

When I came to the corridor of the mansion, the once warm environment suddenly became cold, the silence around me was terrible, and the servants and guards were nowhere to be seen.

Only the moonlight still falls like water.

Tazmi looked up at the window, and then his pupils constricted, and above the forest outside the mansion, a group of people stood out of thin air, their eyes intertwined, and the trembling sensation traveled through their bodies like electricity.

It's not an opponent, it's definitely not an opponent.

"Wanted...... Night Raid Killer Regiment!?"

Tazmi gripped his sword with difficulty, and after a brief stiffness, the night attacker was gone, and he hurried to the viscount's bedroom, but before he could take a few steps, a familiar scream was heard in his ears.

The viscount is dead!

The tall figure in silver armor held a spear in his hand, which directly pierced the throat of the target, and the combat-type emperor envoy was at least a thousand enemies, if he was in good shape, then his combat power would rise sharply, in the understanding of the people of the empire, as long as he was recognized by the emperor, then he would be able to worry about food and clothing in a blink of an eye, and even lean towards one side.

Outside the window, the guards led Arya to flee into the mountains and forests behind the mansion, Tazmi turned and left, the viscount was dead, but he might be able to save the eldest lady, as long as he didn't fight head-on, he was confident that he would take the other party to survive in the mountains and forests.

A few minutes later, the targets of the Viscount's Mansion and the accomplices were all cleared, this time involving the nobles, and the chief's request was to complete the task quickly, lest the secret garrison of the imperial capital arrive and cause trouble in vain.

In the mansion, the night raid everyone completed the convergence.

"I've got it done here." Lubbo shouted as he withdrew the thread from his hand, his pale green hair that looked like the green grass of the prairie.

"Where's the eldest lady?" Brand asked, putting away his spear.

"Norfolk and Leonay are in charge of that side, they should want Arya to take them to the torture chamber and hand it over to them." The petite girl said with her arms crossed, and she had a beautiful pink double ponytail.

"Mayin, your way of fighting has not improved at all."

Two maidens dressed in maid costumes walked over, it was Gilbert and Cassandora, after the death of the leader Merald, the Right Minister quickly launched an extermination revenge against the Oberg assassination association, and the strongholds were uprooted one after another, and the top forces of the dark world were vulnerable to Midgard's power.

When he was most frustrated, there were tens of thousands of elite horsemen attacking the stronghold of the branch, arrows raining down, and no killer could live.

In order to get revenge, the two can only join the rebels.

As soon as Ma Yin wanted to open her mouth to fight back, she was held down by a strong woman on the top of her head, and a purple-haired girl next to her looked at everyone blankly.

……

The mountain forest behind the mansion.

The torture chamber is close at hand.

Norfolk stabbed the bright red spear in his hand, like a streamer, straight through the guard's chest, and then struck upward, the whole guard with his armor split in two, and fell backwards heavily.

As the second son of the duke, Norfolk has received a good education and training since he was a child, and was originally the heir of the old duke's favorite, but unfortunately the elite of the border army was fragmented, and the dukedom was cut again and again.

Norfolk kept guns in his hands, and several guards died one after another, but he did not hesitate to make a move, and if he wanted to reverse the darkness of the empire, only the resistance was the only hope.

The last shot stabbed at Arya who was sitting on the ground with a ferocious and ferocious momentum, and Tazmi arrived in time, blocking it with a horizontal sword, and the spear and sword intersected, and the majestic force came, and the long sword was taken out of his hand.

Norfolk's brow furrowed, his pride did not allow him to kill innocent people, and if it weren't for the emergency retraction of the last shot, the boy who suddenly appeared would have died.

"Get out of the way."

"I'm not going to let you kill the eldest lady."

Hearing this, Tazmi threw a fist fight, only to receive a heavy blow to the back of the head instantly, and Leonai carried Arya who was about to escape with her left hand, and hooked the young man's shoulder with her right hand.

Tazmi's eyes couldn't help but wander, and he had no intention of fighting in an instant, and getting close to this point was basically equivalent to death, but what made him care more was the explosive figure of the sneak attacker.

So familiar.

"Isn't that the one, don't tell me you know what you're protecting, then I'll have to get rid of you on the charge of favoritism." Leonay's gaze was darkly sharp.

"Okay, his sword path is square, not like a hopeless person." Norfolk walked over to the torture chamber and kicked the door open, looked at Tazmi and said, "Let's go in and have a look." ”

Leonay and the second son of the duke glanced at each other, fifteen-year-old knight level, normal people know what this talent means, the future is almost equal to the destined strength of the general, if it weren't for the fact that the recruitment process of the empire is really chaotic now, this kind of talent will not be able to flow outside anyway.

(End of chapter)