Matt Hausen's face changed completely when Count Fat Pig uttered his last words, and he was too lazy to continue to ramble with this ignorant stupid pig, and simply waved his long sword, ready to kill this unscrupulous fellow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, as soon as he swung his sword, he saw one of the young men lunge towards him, although it was as undisciplined as a street fight, but Mait-Hausen would not let the young man come near him because of this, so in a hurry, the blade of the sword that was swung at Count Fat Pig turned sharply, and instead attacked the young man who pounced on him.

One is holding a sharp long sword, and the other is only attacking rudely like a brawl, and it should be clear who is strong and who is weak, but .......

The young man dodged the blade of Maithausen in a strange posture like a loach, and then slapped his palm at Maithausen's sword-holding arm.

Click.

With a crisp thud, the longsword in Maithausen's hand fell to the ground.

Matt Hausen was puzzled for a second because of the suddenness of the incident, and the sharp pain of the broken arm brought him to his senses.

"Ahhh

Screaming, the old man fell to the ground with his arms clutched, but then the young man's foot kicked the old man on the shoulder.

Obviously he didn't look like a powerful type, but the young man's kick sent Matt Hausen flying sideways, knocking over the desk, and finally hitting the wall before stopping, and the old duke's head was bleeding, and many of the bones that were more fragile than the young man were broken by this blow.

No one was upset by what looked like elder abuse, but two young men laughed out loud when they saw Maitterhausen's miserable appearance.

Glaring back at the laughing men, Count Fat Pig walked up to the miserable-looking Matthausen and stepped on Matthausen's back with his foot without any respect.

"You just said you're a hero, right?"

The pain frightened Mait-Hausen, the usually high-ranking duke, and no matter how glorious Mait-Hausen used to be, he was now just a dying old man, an old man with fragile bones.

Earl Fat Pig had no intention of showing mercy to Mait-Hausen because he was afraid.

"No, no, no, you're wrong, you think someone will praise you for the stupid things you did? If you're wrong, they'll just scold you, call you an ignorant old dog who has been carried away by selfish interests, and scold you for destroying the peace that has come so hard. ”

The Fat Pig Count increased the strength of his foot, and the aching Matt Hausen let out a muffled grunt, but only a muffled grunt.

After all, he is a duke, and even if he is afraid, he will not show his spinelessness in front of the enemy.

"You think you're doing a good thing, maybe, but there's no one in this city, in this country, who needs your good deeds. ”

After experiencing civil strife and the events of the Demon King, what Herberys, especially the royal capital, needs most is not justice and justice, but peace that can allow them to live in peace, and as a symbol of this peace, Charlotte's coronation. So, when Charlotte's coronation began, the whole city cheered.

Mait-Hausen, who didn't see this clearly, thought he had done something good.

Mait-Hausen still didn't understand, or didn't want to, and he said in a weak voice to Count Fat Pig.

"You, do you think that after doing such a thing to me, the aristocratic faction will easily let you go?!"

As if hearing the funniest joke, this time, everyone, including Count Fat Pig, laughed.

The laughter made Maithausen subconsciously feel bad, but he couldn't think of a reason.

"If you insult me, it is equivalent to insulting the entire aristocratic faction, and everyone in the aristocratic faction will not spare you, don't think that you can do whatever you want in this country with the backing of the Fear Mountain Gong, you must know that this country is a human country after all!"

It was only after Mait-Hausen finished speaking that Count Fat Pig spoke to him in a mocking tone.

"Who do you think brought us here?"

A short sentence made Maithausen even hold his breath, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

Count Fat Pig smiled and crouched down beside him.

"As you may have guessed, the nobles sent us here. The aristocracy agrees that leaving you, a sinner who has harmed the country, will make the whole nobility laugh, and that you must take responsibility for your life in order to save your reputation. ”

Matt Hausen closed his eyes, hiding the despair in his eyes, but he spoke.

“...... No way, they won't do it. ”

Earl Fat Pig ignored Matt Hausen and continued.

"It's not just the nobles, it's the king's faction who think the same way, which means that there are no more companions of you in this country, which is a pity. ”

As if it were pity, Count Fat Pig changed his tone to regret.

"But after all, you have done so much for the kingdom, and we don't want to see you die with the stigma of being a sinner, which is why we are here, not the army. ”

Matt Hausen looked up at Count Fat Pig, neither from the position nor in terms of interests, he didn't think that these people would let him go, so he just wanted to hear what else this damn fat pig could say.

Seeing Mait-Hausen so cooperative, Earl Fat Pig smiled, and all the previous pity and regret were gone, and all that was left was a false smile and real ridicule.

"Commit thyself, and we will make it known to the world as your atonement, so that your offspring, though you may be stripped of your title, will at least not be reviled as the offspring of sinners. ”

"Hahaha, hahahahaha!"

Matthausen laughed, and the violent laughter touched the wound in his body, causing a bloodshot cough, but even then, he kept laughing.

"Ridiculous idiot, what do you think you are? Make me kill myself? really—"

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end, and could never go on, for Matt-Hausen's head was crushed by Count Fat Pig.

Pulling Mait-Hausen from his clothes, Count Fat Pig wiped the red and yellow dirt from his shoes.

"I'm sorry, but we're not here to ask for your opinion. ”

Without even glancing at Mait-Hausen's corpse, Count Fat Pig turned his head and commanded the young men behind him.

"The Duke of Hausen, unable to bear the sin of his greed, set fire to the study and the ducal palace and burned them to ashes. ”

This sentence determines the outcome of the story that will be passed down in this country, and the sea of fire is prepared by the youth. (To be continued.) )