The carriage rumbled, the horses neighed under the whips and stepped their hooves, the cold and hard horseshoe pounded on the ground, and the filthy rain split in the middle and splashed on both sides.

The old man sat in the carriage, leaning on the soft velvet cushion and closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, which was too much to bear for his age.

"My lord, you are very merciful!" an old man of his age sat opposite, carefully poured a glass of ale, placed it in front of the old man, and lowered his head with a smile: "I believe those people know that you are ............ like this"

"Don't flatter me, my dear butler. The old man waved his hand tiredly: "What kind of person I am, no one knows better than me!"

"I know very well what I am in the eyes of my poor and sad fellow-men!" said the old man, holding his glass, the thick smell of wheat comforting him.

"What is this?" the old man shook the quilt in front of the butler

"Hmm......" The butler hesitated: "Grain?"

"It's blood!" he poured the wine from the glass into his mouth and licked the corners of his mouth: "All I drink is blood!"

"I believe those people hate me far more than they hate the orcs. He gently placed the cup on the table: "I believe that now they must be eager to see my blood splattered and my flesh separated, and then after enduring untold pain, they will die in a miserable cry!"

"Then you don't want to make this matter public?" the butler couldn't understand even more: "If they knew, maybe they would have changed their opinion of you!"

"Being dismissive of things that don't have much to do with you is one of the sorrows of human beings, or part of human nature. The old man frowned and closed his eyes again: "Even if they know about this matter, they probably only regard this as a means for me to buy people's hearts, and good deeds for no reason will always be regarded as bad intentions and intentions!"

"We just need to do our own thing, there is no need to spread it everywhere!"

"Your understanding of human nature is beyond my reach!" exclaimed the butler.

"I said it, don't flatter me. The old man pressed his temples, and his face relaxed slightly: "You have been with me for so many years, don't you even know this little thing?"

"And where are we going now?" asked the butler.

"Go to the northern block, and serve that ............ The order of the Great Khan. Oh, that's an inexplicable title!" the old man sat up and whispered.

"I used to serve the Pendragon family, so I can also serve the Great Khan of the Orcs, and in my opinion there is not much difference between the two!" the old man sighed slightly: "It's all the same. ”

"The Pendragon family cannot run the empire with his royal family and relatives alone, and the orcs, nor can they rule all the human race on their own, they will sooner or later understand the numerical inferiority, and they will need to find someone among the human race who can be loyal to them. ”

"Then, maybe ten years, maybe a few decades, the so-called orc tribe will become a common empire of orcs and humans!" The old man's eyes revealed a kind of fanaticism: "Isn't that beautiful? This will become a possibility, a possibility that the whole Shijie will be united, and all races will live in one big empire!"

"Of course, this is also accompanied by a lot of sad sacrifices, but without sacrifice, how can there be a beautiful tomorrow!"

"What a great dream!" the butler sighed, "Perhaps, you will be praised as a hero in the future!"

"Zuihou again-don't flatter me!" The old man shook his head: "I know very well what I do, heroes better let others do it, my fate and future have long been doomed when the city is broken!"

"Betrayer............ That's a good title for me. The old man kneaded his fingers, and his eyes were confused: "At least, it is more suitable than those 'knights' from the north." But this also shows a lot of things, doesn't it? The prime minister of the Holy Pender Empire is still the prime minister in the orc kingdom!"

"The Betrayer - George Villiers. The old man muttered to himself, his eyes frozen.

"Well, that's a good fit for me. ”

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The black carriage drove in the rain from street to street without pause or hesitation - it was engraved in the minds of this imperial capital, whether it was the two black horses carrying the carriage or the coachman driving it.

And this street is a little different from other places.

Although it was also in such a tattered state, there were obvious signs of repair, the holes in the walls, the cracks in the roof were blocked, at least it was able to protect it from the wind and rain.

And the windows were completely sealed, and the black windows turned the room into a prison.

The carriage drove into the street, and then slowed down and stopped, at a small intersection, where the horses in the rain, snorting restlessly, desperately wanted to return to their huts to rest.

I probably heard the sound of wheels, and the doors that had been locked were opened one by one, and the lifeless street seemed to be turned into a rat nest. Pair after pair of eyes looked at this beautiful carriage, without envy, curiosity or expectation.

There is only hatred and anger.

"Bump-!"

The stones, which flew out of nowhere, smashed into the carriage, causing the horse to startle, step on its hooves, and then stop.

Quiescence............ Neither the expected shouting nor the sticks appeared, and after seeing that there was no reaction, they had great courage and courage.

Stones, planks, fruit pits, rotten vegetables, bones left over from soup............ All sorts of garbage and filth flew towards the carriage, as if crazy, and countless "hidden weapons" flew all over the sky, so that the coachman under the carport had to hug his legs and curl up in his seat, so as not to be unfortunate enough to be hit by something messy.

"This is simply too much! I really don't know whether to live or die!" the butler looked out angrily: "Do they think that the Velis family is bullied?

The butler stood up, clenched his fists angrily, and tried to pull the door with his right hand, but was stopped by Willis, who grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Leave that alone, let them smash it as they please. The old man shook his head, and sat down on the velvet cushion very calmly, calming his mind.

"But that's too ............."

"Let them go!" the old man looked at him no more, "Anyway, that's all they have to do now." Doing so will only make them more miserable!"

"Well, if it's your order. The butler was deflated, and sat down in his seat, his mouth flat, and the sound of crashing kept coming from his ears.

After a while, the crashing finally stopped, and the old man opened his eyes and tried to stand up, but was stopped by the butler.

"Let me go down first, lest you be attacked by some bad boy!" said the butler, swearing, like a knight protecting his master.

Willis smiled and did not refuse. The butler opened the car door, and after looking around, he finally made sure that there was no "enemy", and invited the old man down.

Looking at the litter around him, Willis raised an eyebrow and shouted into one of the rooms, "Is this what you used to entertain me?

"It's just a little prank on the kids!"

A short and fat old man, dressed in a tattered robe covered with oil, laboriously walked out from behind the door and looked at him with a spring breeze on his face.

"It's been a long time, but you still love cleanliness so much, George!"

"I don't think we need to play this kid trick anymore, old John!" Willis stepped out of the carriage and stopped in front of the fat old man named John, his tone unfeeling: "Call everyone out, I can take no blame for the rudeness just now!"

"So, can you give me a hug and let us resolve this contradiction?" John smiled and stretched out his stubby arms, "Otherwise everyone will be worried!"

"Oh, of course, we're old friends, we've been old friends since we were working together in the Empire. Of course you can!" the old man shrugged his shoulders, but he didn't mean to take a step forward: "If you can take out the dagger in your sleeve!"

The fat old man, who was originally smiling, stiffened his face: "What are you talking about? What dagger? We are friends, almost twenty years!"

"Let's put it bluntly, do you think killing me will solve everything?" Willis sneered and asked, "Or do you people still survive like you now after killing me?"

"Old immortal!" Old John scolded viciously.

"I came here for something. Wellis's eyes narrowed into a line, and the corners of his mouth turned slightly: "Don't waste any more time!"

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"I know very well that many of you will want to see me die at once, and I know very well that you have something hidden in your sleeves—a spear, a dagger, or a sharpened stone. ”

Willis stood on a small stone platform, his eyes glancing coldly at the black-pressed crowd, indifferent to the ill-intentioned gazes.

"But if you still want to stay this life, you have to listen to me. Willis tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Remember, the people who rule here now are the savage orcs, and they won't give you a chance to argue!"

"I'm sure you're all very courageous, but we're all slaves with little dignity, and considering the survival of your family, I'm sure you won't have anything to give up!"

"You old undead!" Old John scolded again, "Why the hell are you here?!"

"Even if you insult me again, I can still forgive you. Wellis said coldly: "I only came for a small thing, and you will not refuse if you want to come." ”

"That Lord Khan is willing to invite more noble ladies and ladies to live in his holy palace and get the opportunity to serve it!"

"Of course, for now, it's still an invitation, if you don't agree............ It seems difficult to change anything, provided that you are tired of your life!"

(It's a little depressing.,But it's going to be a climax of this volume soon.,Stay tuned)