It was already nightfall, but behind a dilapidated log cabin on a hill on the outskirts of Saint-Rolle, the lights were bright.

In the middle of the campfire, Arthur sat quietly by the fire, baking a freshly caught hare, and Joe and Kim sat to his left and right, silently watching the raging flames. The two of them were also a little confused, and there were things that Arthur wouldn't explain to them. But this only added to their adoration of Arthur. In their opinion, after all, they only came in the dust yesterday, and today they can enjoy the victory, it is all Arthur's arrangement.

Mark came out of the darkness and said respectfully, "President, they are here." At this time, many figures walked out of the darkness one after another, and they all set their eyes on Arthur before he lived.

"Very good, Mark!" Arthur said approvingly to Mark as he handed the roasted half-cooked rabbit to Joe next to him.

Mark is the old man here, and although he was kicked out of Saint-Rolle, he is undoubtedly still very influential, and while purging the remnants of McGee, it has become the primary target to win over the others. This work is very suitable for Mark to do, and Arthur's list, which was obtained when Bloodthorn was in the water, shows some capable low-level personnel in Saint-Roll. There will undoubtedly be a lot of space vacated after this purge, and with that half of the Brotherhood, this is a real event.

Ser clapped his hands, stood up and said, "Bring them out." There was an immediate commotion in the darkness behind Arthur, and McGee and several of his accomplices were tightly tied up from the hut and thrown into the open space in front of the campfire, and there was a whisper in the crowd. Although the thieves had already determined McGee's defeat, they were still deeply shocked to see the scene in front of them, looking at the young man in front of them, waiting for his next order.

"Mr. McGee, we meet again," Arthur said with a smile to McGee, who was on his knees.

"You, you're you" McGee fell to this point, still a little confused.

"I'm Arthur, and we met just last night! Mr. McGee is really forgetful. Arthur brought the smiley face in front of McGee, as if trying to make him see it clearly.

"Arthur, what are you doing, quick, let me go, didn't I say that? I'm willing to return to Bloodthorn. McGee was nervous and sweaty, and said eagerly, glanced at Mark who was sneering next to him, and hurriedly said, "I'll give you the position of president." ”

Arthur stopped looking at him, and said to the thieves beside him, "Thank you for coming, this Mr. McGee on the ground must be familiar to everyone! First of all, Mr. McGee is going to die......"

As soon as he said this, McGee, who was kneeling on the ground, struggled fiercely to get up and distinguish, but was kicked in the mouth by King, and fell to the ground covered in blood. He fell to the ground whimpering and could not speak.

"Alright, Mr. McGee, please be quiet, since you are so eager, I will satisfy you first. For the sake of you, a traitor to Bloodthorn, I've prepared Thorn Seeds!" Arthur said impatiently.

"Thorn seeds are a penal code peculiar to Bloodthorn, designed to deal with betrayers. Arthur explained, pulling out a small, dark red seed from his pocket.

"No, no, I'm willing to give up everything, all my money is yours, and the woman, and Athena!

"McGee, who are we children?" Arthur shook his head, pressed the seed in his hand to a small wound on McGee's shoulder, and in the light of the fire, I saw that the seed began to grow as soon as it touched McGee's blood, and several sharp branches broke through the shell of the seed and pierced deeply into McGee's wound, and under the manipulation of Arthur's power, this growth was enhanced tenfold, and quickly spread under McGee's skin.

McGee let out a sharp roar, writhing painfully on the ground under the restraint of the rope, Arthur waved his hand to cut the rope, McGee immediately scratched lifelessly with his hand, and the thorns spread inside him, revealing black marks from his fat white skin, and then scratched by McGee himself.

Red blood and black branches bloomed all over McGee's body, and the writhing figure looked like a mad demon in the firelight.

At this time, everyone held their breath, looking at such a cruel scene, listening to such a painful roar, and their hearts couldn't help but tremble, as if they once again recognized the meaning of the name "Bloodthorn".

Eventually, Arthur no longer controlled the growth of the thorns, and the branches stretched to their maximum in an instant, passing through McGee's lethal spots and growing all over McGee's body. The roar stopped, the atmosphere around him seemed to freeze, and looking at the corpses on the ground, everyone kneeling and standing felt a strong wave of nausea. And Ruoyi ran out violently and vomited violently.

And Arthur stood in the firelight, smiling from beginning to end, shadows and firelight staggered and danced on his face, giving him an inhuman cruelty in this moment. Unbeknownst to Arthur, the flexible mask shone in his heart and affected him deeply.

"No, don't kill me, I don't want to die like this!" a man's roar broke the silence, and everyone was stunned, suspecting that they had just had a nightmare, and after a closer look, they found that the nightmare had not yet woken up.

"Don't worry, I won't do this," Arthur softly comforted the kneeling on the ground. Then he turned to the thieves next to him and said, "They are yours now, take out your weapons and break with the traitors!"

The atmosphere fell silent again, only this time only for a second, and a strong man in his thirties was the first to step out of the crowd, pull out the dagger at his waist, and slash down on the neck of one of them. The neck was split in half under the slash of the blade, and blood splattered.

"Very well, whatever your name is, the docks will be yours from now on," Arthur immediately complimented. When the strong man heard this, his face immediately rejoiced, and he bowed down and saluted Arthur, "Yes, President." My name is Abel" He was about to kill with red eyes, but Arthur smiled and stopped him as he stood on the other side of the crowd.

Nightmares start to turn into sweet dreams.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and all the thieves no longer hesitated, and one by one they rushed forward. He took out his weapon and killed the men who knelt on the ground one by one, and the blood stained the land red. And one of them, a middle-aged man without a weapon, gritted his teeth and strangled a man to death with his hands.

"The East Ward is yours...... "Thank you, President, my name is ......"

"Bazaar ......" "My name is ......

"The Chamber of Commerce...............

One by one, the thieves excitedly stepped forward, killed, signed up, and thanked them. In the blink of an eye, the ground was already covered with dead bodies, but at this time, the terrifying atmosphere was gone, and the thieves were all red with red faces, happy from the bottom of their hearts for the easy status they had in their hands. The dead on the ground may have been colleagues who had drunk and visited brothels together, but it doesn't matter anymore, it's important to live well, isn't it?

Arthur stood by the fire, calmly accepting the salute of the thieves, smiling like a monarch looking at his subjects. And standing behind Arthur, who had been pale from McGee's death, was now red with excitement, and he looked at Arthur with admiration, confirming that a man deserved all his respect.

Mark's face was still pale, and he knew that this was a stronger competitor than McGee, and that he couldn't resist it. The Hyde will soon be back, and he will still be alone in the city. No one will rebel against a new king because of him.

"Kim" Arthur suddenly called Kim next to him.

"Yes, President" Kim quickly bowed his head, the other party had a power that made him have to bow his head.

"You will be the leader of the Assassins from now on, control the numbers, and recruit the men you see fit," Arthur continued.

"Yes, President" Kim raised his head, "I will be your sword." "In the reflection of the flames, the eyes burned.

"Mark" Just as Mark's disappointment was at its peak, Arthur suddenly shouted.

"Yes, President" Mark immediately bowed his head, but there was some doubt in his heart.

Arthur smiled and said, "You will be the vice president in the future." ”

"W-what, oh thank you, grown," Mark was stunned before he reflected, "Mark is loyal to you." Mark thought that the other party was going to control all the power, but he didn't expect to suddenly receive such an appointment, and his heart was full of chaotic ecstasy.

Arthur suddenly pointed to a few dead bodies on the ground and said, "Mark, if these people have relatives, they should be given subsidies as normal deaths, and don't let their families become beggars and prostitutes." "Not everyone who died was McGee's cronies, but under such conditions, a total purge was necessary, and since the rebellion led by McGee was carried out, whether voluntarily or forced, only death was responsible.

"Everyone else, step down, there's a lot of work to be done tomorrow, tonight's appointment is temporary, and it's up to you to perform," Arthur said with a wave of his hand.

The thieves quickly dispersed, ready to take over everything that belonged to them tomorrow. What happened tonight must be unforgettable for the rest of their lives, and new kings, new subjects, and new rights began to take shape.

The night is dark, the bonfires are extinguished, the dead are buried, and the living are retreated.

Arthur looked at the rabbit that Ruo had thrown to the ground and sighed softly. He looked at the hut behind him, but smiled slightly.

The night is not over yet!