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"You know, Lord Tirnarant is the chief of the castle guard in Kyoto, and we are all in his charge" The middle-aged nobleman took a long breath with a sad face. It seemed to use all the strength of his body to make his words clear, "We will do whatever he tells us to do, he has been keeping an eye on all the shops of the Tipati family, saying that there is an important spherical treasure, we don't know what it is, we have already smashed three shops of the Tipati family a few days ago, this is the last one! I think it should be here!"

"It's a pity, if only Tirnarant had come in person," the fat man shook his head grimly. He whispered to the guard with his hands behind his back, "Except for the people of the Tipati family, there is no one left, and all of them are destroyed!" "Flutter" The cold light sent through the throat of the noble. Blood poured out of the crushed trachea, revealing a lifeless low hanging, and a dozen guards worked together, and after a while, except for the waitress curled up in the corner, what was the matter. There were no more living people in the shop, the bright red blood was already muddy, the messy seats were piled up, and more than a dozen corpses were lying on the ground

"Ahh......h It was Tipatilousl coming down the stairs with a small baggage, and the sight in front of him made him unable to speak. The burden in his hand fell down the stairs. The box containing the "Scarlet Golden Egg" is revealed

"Hurry up, we don't have much time!" The fat man waved his head slightly to Tipatilus, who was still stupid, and waved his hand to let the guard behind him put his war knife back into the scabbard, his face was as calm as water, just an indifferent young man who was enjoying the scenery of the mountains and rivers. Instead of standing in a pool of blood strewn with corpses. The iron-blooded soldier who brutally ordered the extermination just now.

"Yes, yes!" Tipatilousl ran downstairs with one hand, picking up the package with one hand, waving the other hand at the green-clothed girl and a few hostesses, shouting "Erin" Pafen, Ling Lin. Hurry, hurry, come with me right now."

The fat man had several members of the Tipati family get into the carriage of two nobles, followed by a few guards, and disappeared into the streets of South Street

"Uncle, where are we going?" said Tipatiirene as she sat down in the carriage with a nervous expression. It was her first time riding in a noble carriage, and the scarlet soft carpet and the valuable carriage ornaments all made her feel an indescribable excitement in her heart. Although he knew that his ancestors were once a wealthy family with high and powerful positions, what about that. The time is too far away, and the generation of Tipatiirene has long since been ineligible to ride in the carriage marked by the nobility

"Go to the south" Tipatiloust looked at his niece's jerky appearance, straightened the cuffs on his body with his hands, straightened his chest and straightened his waist, trying to make himself look more aristocratic, not the small boss in the shop,

"South?" Tipatiirene was a shrewd girl, and naturally would not be satisfied with such an answer. Again, he asked, "Where are we going to the south?"

Tipati Luthor said with a cautious face, "Let's go to the commercial capital of Zhivadin, I'm a big man now, what is this laughing industry in Kyoto! Our Tipati family is destined to return to glory! Once again, it is among the wealthy families!"

"Uncle Luther. Are you so sure you don't have paranoia!" Tipati Erin's face showed a slight worry, and the dancing uncle in front of him was like an excited patient in the light of return, although the family has declined, each generation of Tipati people still have dreams of returning to glory in their hearts, and the Tipati Luther in front of her reminded Irene of her deceased father who still kept muttering "glory" in her serious illness.

"You don't believe me!" Tipattilut looked at his niece's distrustful eyes, and couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance, "Look what this is?" and placed a piece of sandpaper mysteriously in front of Tipattiirene with a striking thorn coat of arms printed on it

"Thorn Flower Crest!" Tipati Erin's eyes bulged, and she quickly pointed her finger at the mouth where she almost screamed, her eyes staring at it without blinking, as if the mysterious heraldic pattern had a charm that made people enchant

"Blooming Thorn Flower!Governor Samar's coat of arms!"

The astute Tipatiirene knew exactly what it meant to shout this sentence on the streets of Kyoto. Only since the March embargo of Samor, under the instigation of the aristocratic class, the anti-Samore voice is getting higher and higher, if he really shouts out a "thorn pattern" may be invited by the Kyoto city guard, and there is generally no possibility of returning.

"Yes, you don't dazzle, do you see the fat man, this is his!" Tipattilut looked up proudly, whispered to Tipattiirene in front of him, and flashed his eyes at the fat man riding outside the window

"You said he was Tipatiirene and felt her head go blank. The stupid fat man who embarrassed himself just now is the most mysterious Governor of Samar in the legend, oh. Oh my God! Tipatiirene breathed rapidly, and the appearance of the fat man in the shop fruit killing and decisiveness appeared in her mind again.

A pillar of golden light shone into the dark hall, and Tirnarant rose from his seat in the hall, his face slightly pale from the long darkness. No one knows how he escaped from the Samar army.

Only he knew what it was like to crawl in a black hole for two whole days, the unspeakable restraint and fear. The darkness that seems to have no exit. The pain of not being able to stretch his hands and feet for a long time almost made Tirnarant have a nervous breakdown,

But he survived, but he also left a lot of sequelae, because when he climbed out of the pipe, he was stabbed in the eye by the sun, and Tirnarant had glaucoma, and he saw strong light on weekdays, and he couldn't be blown by the wind, otherwise he would cry and sting,

All his subordinates knew that their commander was a dark rat who remained in the dark halls forever, and went out in a tightly wrapped carriage. But the methods were vicious, and they called him "Dark Rat"

Tirnarant craned his neck, the humidity of the hall made him feel like a rat living underground, never seeing the light of day. Every time he thought of this, the figure of a fat man flashed in Tirnarant's mind

"Falcon Marquis Dustan!" Tyrnarant's face was hideous, his eyes looked at the large raindrops outside the door, his face was full of resentment, and his fingers clenched on the rest,

"My lord, all the people who went to the Tipati family to find are dead!" a person in charge of Kyoto South Street, who hurried in with a panicked expression,

"What!" Tyrnalant turned around with a terrible expression, his terrible eyes flashing a frightening red, and his voice was cold and piercing, "What about that thing, what about that thing?"

"No, I don't know!" The person in charge of South Street was drenched in rain, but a big cold sweat flowed down his head, everyone knew that this new boss was not only cruel to the enemy, but also not soft on his own people.