Chapter 121 120. Washing the ground or supporting
I have no national sentints towards Teria, my lord.
Lan Ens title was respectful, but it was completely in contrast to him now, holding the earls face with one hand, as if dragging a dead dog.
So whether you really work hard and endure humiliation for this country? I dont care at all.
The Count's pampered body was struggling hard, and his twisting feet scattered the stones on the expensive cobblestone road.
But none of these actions could slow down Lan En's pace at all.
The eyes looking out from between the fingers seem to know where this road will lead.
Count Stesa suddenly scread uncontrollably.
What are you going to do?! Where are you taking ?! Go to hell, you mutant bastard! Wow!
This road is the road leading to the gate of the manor.
The Count's scream was interrupted by a sudden increase in the grip on his face.
Where to go?
Lan En asked back.
The road has reached the end, and the gate of the manor stands in front of Lan En.
This door is made of solid wood with an iron edge. It is four ters high and ten centiters thick!
Normally, when the earl opened the door and went out, two soldiers would have to push it with all their strength just to open the door.
Now, Lan opened the bolt on the inside of the manor's door and pressed the Earl's head against the solid wood-clad iron door panel.
Actually, I think what you said just now is very reasonable. There must be a spirit of contract in life. So, in this ga
Youre about to go out of bounds.
Looking through Lan En's fingers, Stassa's two eyeballs seed to pop out of their sockets because they were so frightened.
No! You cant do this! I didnt...uhhhh!
Pushing the door open with one hand, the human screams were particularly harsh amidst the creaking sound of the door opening.
Lan En could clearly feel that the roughly spherical bone structure on his hand was on the verge of collapse, just like Count Stesa's mind.
The door was slowly opened, and the human screams beca louder and louder.
Finally, when the door opened, a ray of light from the outside world erged from the crack of the door.
Lan's expression was expressionless as he pronounced the ga's verdict.
Now, you are officially out of bounds.
Son of a bitch.
The arm holding the door in front of Stasa with one hand was slightly retracted, and then after a short period of energy accumulation, he directly pressed his head and hit the door!
Bang!
It feels like a ripe waterlon that has been smashed to the ground.
The gorgeously dressed body was in Lan En's hands, and only the residual twitching of nerve electrical signals remained.
Lan En held the pile of 'things' in his hand and pushed open the door of the manor with one hand.
Outside the gate, nearly a hundred security forces held torches and stared blankly at the witcher walking out of the famous manor.
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The commander of the security forces felt that he must go to ritelli to pray in front of him tomorrow.
That night, from the mont he saw the flas starting to appear in the Stesa Manor, he felt that his heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest!
Who does not know that the earl and the king are as powerful as each other?
But who would have thought that this would happen in the city? !
The shadow of political conflict hangs over every civilian. Although he is not considered a civilian, after all, he still holds the command of a security force of several hundred people.
But compared to the identity of the man in the manor, this is just a big ant.
I begged countless gentlen to get the news all the way to the ears of Mayor Vizima.
Then he received the order to "go imdiately to investigate the cause of the fire and calm the situation."
The commander of the security forces looked at the small piece of paper with the order and personal seal on his hand, and exhausted all his political wisdom in his life to try to understand the context.
But if he had this ability, why would he waste his life in the position of commander of the security forces?
Being cautious, he took less than a hundred n with him and rushed to the location of Stesa Manor.
He thought in his heart that the one who could take action against the Earl must be His Majesty the King.
Otherwise, in the entire Teria, in terms of blood, inheritance, legal principles, and strength, who would be qualified?
The mayor is the king's man. He asked himself to "calm down the situation", which probably ans that the count has been dealt with.
I used to wash the floors myself. What should I do if I bring too many people and the people attacking the manor see and think I am the counts support?
Being beaten to death on the spot is considered a good thing! Maybe even the family's aristocratic status will be affected!
So the fewer people you bring, the better, but you also have to ensure that the floor is clean, so nearly a hundred n are just enough.
The deputy commander of the security forces was one of the Count's n, and he had already taken his position with his confidants before going on a mission.
So this ti, although I usually received a lot of benefits from the count, the overall situation has been decided, and of course I have to stand on the side of justice, that is, the side of the winner.
The commander secretly applauded his accurate judgnt.
But when he brought people to the gate of the manor, he discovered that the situation on the scene seed a little different from what he had imagined?
Normally speaking, anyone who knows a little bit about battlefield knowledge will instinctively know how difficult this place is when they see Count Stesa's manor.
If you want to use troops to besiege, then a formation of thousands of people is indispensable.
After the commander arrived here, he only heard screams, exclamations, and fire flying inside the manor.
But what about the n and horses attacking the manor? !
There was not even a trace of resistance outside the manor!
If Count Stesa is so easy to deal with, why should he be against His Majesty the King?
Not only was the commander confused, but the n he brought with him were also confused.
Sir, sir!
The commander hesitated, wondering whether he should go up and call the door directly. After all, there were no screams in the manor now, and there was dead silence.
No matter how you look at it, its all over.
Behind him, a subordinate tugged at the corner of his armor.
The commander turned back impatiently, and then looked down at his feet along with the nervous and frightened eyes of his n.
His eyes suddenly widened, and he lifted his feet suddenly as if he was frightened.
The movent of lifting the foot caused a "crash" sound.
That was a layer of blood that had reached the bottom of the boots!
The blood overflowing from the crack of the manor gate!
The commander's actions made the n he brought also notice the blood flowing under their feet.
The location of the manor is the brightest part of the trading area.
But this group of officers and soldiers seed to feel that they were in the temple area in the middle of the night.
Shadows are eroding the light, and in that darkness, visible and invisible monsters are already hungry and thirsty.
The troops were in unstoppable commotion.
Because the situation in front of really does not conform to any common sense of everyone here.
The gate of the manor made a muffled "dong" sound amid this tense commotion.
Then it suddenly opened up.
A strong and tall figure, dragging a "person" on his hand? Walked out alone.
Are you here to find him?
Stepping on the blood, the man with shining eyes calmly approached the security forces.
With a raised hand, the 'thing' that could vaguely be seen wearing gorgeous clothes rolled down to the feet of the security force commander like a puddle of mud.
The dull eyes squeezed out of their sockets hung on his face, facing the commander.
Are you washing the ground, or are you supporting?
The man who threw the corpse tilted his head and asked, and then stretched his hand to the hilt of the sword behind his back.
The commander looked at his feet for a long ti before he was shocked to realize that this was the powerful Earl.
Suddenly, he instinctively drew his sword and ordered his n to rush forward.
But before he could put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, four hands stretched out from both sides and firmly held his arms.
The two n on both sides murmured in his ears in a tone like a frightened child.
Sir, sir! He is alone!
Usually, this sentence is usually followed by "Don't be afraid, let's go together."
But today, the fool also knew that this was definitely not what the soldier ant.
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