Power and Empire Chapter 357: Blood Kill (1)

The strong freezing solidified the streets of the small town "creaking". The frozen streets made a sound of friction from the towels and bamboos.

A middle-aged nobleman poked his head out of the window of the black carriage, looking suspiciously at the business alliance branch. The top of the carriage was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the wheels were skewed, seeming to be hit by gravity.

"Uncle, are you sure it is here? The middle-aged nobleman turned his head in doubt, and beside him sat a thin man with a cloak on his head, shrouded his face inside, only showing a dark, sharp chin. , Wearing a pure black robe,

Hearing the middle-aged aristocrat’s question, the mysterious man lifted the cloak at the beginning with his skinny hands, revealing a firm and old face, with a piercing look and a mixed look, he carefully looked at the outside courtyard. ,

When I saw the blue Tianpu logo of the business alliance, the mysterious man's eyes lit up and he nodded affirmatively, "It's here. His whereabouts only tells me that he is here and he has an important thing. To deal with it, we didn't meet him on the road. Judging from the time and distance, he should be inside!"

"But, this is really not like the place where a big man like him lives!" The middle-aged nobleman still couldn't believe the judgment of the mysterious figure, but under the firm attitude of the mysterious figure, he had to hesitate to get out of the carriage. Knock the small iron door in front of him with his hand.

"What's the matter with you?" A servant in lock armor opened the half-sliding door. His bright eyes were like a knife. The middle-aged nobleman looked at him with a chill. The door opener had a unique long waist. The sword, the arc-shaped curvature carries a trace of cruel beauty, and a blooming thorn flower is cut on the handle of the cold bronze scabbard

The middle-aged nobleman breathed a sigh of relief, Samor's sword! It seems that the old uncle's words are not wrong, this is the weapon that the person's close guard is qualified to wear.

"My master has an urgent need to see the Grand Duke!" The middle-aged nobleman took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and took out a green and simple ring from his arms, and handed it to the guard who was about to refuse. With a sincere expression, "This is a token that my master asked me to deliver. I believe the Grand Duke will consider it."

"Master?" The guard who opened the door looked at the carriage behind the middle-aged noble with a puzzled look, then glanced at the ring that was handed to him, his expression changed, he immediately opened the door and let the middle-aged noble enter the living room to wait, and Let people deliver the ring to the fat guy who is resting in Lynn

"Falcon Heraldry Ring!" The fat man's expression changed drastically, his figure abruptly stood up from his seat, his fingers tightly squeezed this ring of special significance, and there was a crisp sound of joints. This is his own life in Japan. A token handed over to the Jones family by the top of Vatin Mountain, seeing it now gives the fat man an ominous premonition. Did something happen to the Jones family

"Go, follow me to see!" The fat man put on a cotton coat casually, waved to several guards, and quickly walked downstairs. The middle-aged nobleman with a stern look in front of him, with a terrified look, his look was dazed.

This is a stranger! Thinking of the possible bad situation, the fat man felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, and his white, fat face immediately looked hideous,

"Who are you?" The fat man asked sharply, clasping the ring heavily on the table, and repeatedly asking, "How did you get this ring? How did you know that I was here?" /

The fat man sat down on his seat, his murderous tone almost made the middle-aged nobleman sit on the ground,

I thought of facing the Falcon Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Quan Qing, the fat Samor who had just slaughtered more than 100,000 people in Kyoto. The timid middle-aged nobleman felt that his calves were cramping, and his head almost didn't knock on the ground, his voice trembled.

"This, my master asked me to hand it over. He is now in the carriage outside! But his body is not easy to move, he asked me to come to the adult!"

"Oh! Your host?" The fat man's face was slightly shocked, and his trip this time was top secret. There are only a handful of people who can know, and now there is only one person in Jones Territory except for Crowley Murt, who is going to mobilize the garrison

"Don't it?" The fat man stood up quickly with a solemn expression, strode to the door, and saw a black carriage parked in a dark corner, and there was a trace of a blunt tool on the armrest of the carriage. ,

"Papa" the fat man opened the door of the carriage himself without hesitation, and saw a man sitting inside. The familiar figure, when he saw the figure’s legs covered with a **** blanket, the fat man’s eyes were red, almost roaring, "Damn! Old man! What's the matter with you?"

"Hehe, fat man! I'm still so impatient, don't worry, I can't die!" An old voice came from the carriage, even though his figure looked very embarrassed. But in the tone, there is still a hint of disapproval ridicule,

The mysterious old man got out of the carriage with the help of Fatty himself. He was the master of this land, the old man of Fatty, the old Duke Jones,

"This is my entourage, Frederick!" Old Duke Jones sat down in the hall, pointed to the bleak-faced middle-aged nobleman and introduced, "His father is my best friend,

With a ridiculous smile on his face, it seemed that he was not the injured. He explained to the fat man, "I saw you coming this time. I want to come to meet you in person. I didn’t expect to be attacked by unknown forces on the road. It was Fred. Lie desperately drove the carriage and escaped from the ambush"

The old Duke Jones paused in his voice, his face dimmed and said, "It's a pity that those loyal guards are all good. In order to cover me, they rolled their carriage in the snow to block the pursuit. , I'm afraid now.

"Do you know who did it? Tell me~IndoMTL.com~Samoor’s sword will let them know what blood debt is!" The fat man’s face was cold and terrible, his five fingers clenched, and his eyes were red. Rabbit,

Jones Territory is Samor’s most important foothold in the north, and it is also an important rear base for the Western Campaign. The old Duke Jones was assassinated at this time, and the implications for Samor are too obvious.

"If I'm not wrong, it should be my nephew Sarancu." Duke Jones's expression flashed with regret, and he closed his eyes and was silent for a while, and his voice slowly said, "He has always been to the Jones Territory of Samor's garrison. Very disgusted, especially after he married the Hutak family of the Western Conference in January, he has been encouraging me to leave Sameor and join the Western Conference! I think he has always tolerated his behavior for the sake of leading the army to maintain the territory. , I didn’t expect that he would really do it on me!"

"This Hutak family, I know, has always been an expansionist in the Western Alliance. It advocates the establishment of an independent Western Kingdom. It is highly resistant to foreign forces. But this time it provokes me, and they deserve to be unlucky. "

The fat man's face was gloomy, he touched his chin, and suddenly stood up and said to the guard behind him, "Immediately send the guards from the northern fortress to come to Laimiao! Samer's sword has not seen blood for a long time. Up!"