Imperial Crown

With clanging sounds, various weapons fell into a pool of blood.

The guards lined up silently behind Raven, each of them stained with fresh blood, and with the devil-like hideous mask, it seemed as if they were really a strong army from hell!

Manseni also dropped her crossbow, she looked up at Raven: "Come on."

This made Raven stunned: "What?"

"Why are you pretending, little bee." Manseni opened her arms and straightened her chest, and closed her eyes at the same time: "I know what you want, hurry up, finish it quickly, and then get out!"

Lacus cast a scrutinizing look at Raven.

Seeing that his bright image was about to collapse, Raven coughed heavily and quickly changed the subject: "... Let's go in and talk."

Lacus took two quick steps and came behind Raven.

Manseni looked at Raven suspiciously, and then looked at Lacus behind him, feeling uncertain.

Will the little bee also change its nature one day?

Coming to the living room, Raven sat on the sofa wrapped with gold thread with ease and took a bottle of wine from the shelf next to him: "Oh, Angel's Tears, it tastes good."

Manseni was in a bad mood. Not only did Raven just kill many of her men, but more importantly, Raven was now sitting in the seat that should have been reserved for her father.

But Manseni had to admit that Raven's posture on the sofa was impeccable. He seemed casual, but his gestures were far more majestic than her father's.

For a moment, she felt extremely strange.

Is this still the Raven she knew?

After pouring wine for Lux and himself, Raven asked: "Where is your father?"

Manseni glanced at Raven: "... He was captured by Honduras."

The reason why there are so many people here today is because Manseni wants to kill the Cracked Tooth War Gang and rescue her father.

"You deserve it." Raven said.

"You...!" Manseni was aroused, but she didn't dare to get angry.

Raven didn't care what she thought: "The undead army of the Death Hand Cult has entered the city."

Manseni's heart skipped a beat, and just as she was about to ask, she heard Raven continue: "I need the people of the Silver Hand Brotherhood to spread out and collect intelligence - how many and where are the Death Hand bases in the lower city, and where are the traces of undead activities in the city."

After all, she is a scout, and she can't just wander around when she comes out, she has to do something serious.

"Save my father, and I'll promise you!" Manseni said with courage.

"Go do your work first." Raven said without question: "If you do well enough, I will consider it."

Manseni's face sank: "Raven, I know you are a baron now, but don't forget that the Silver Hand Brotherhood can gain a foothold in Mon'en City, but behind it is..."

"With the support of the Slater family." Raven took over the conversation: "I know, but even if I kill you here today, will the Slater family still come to trouble me?"

Raven tasted a mouthful of Angel's Tears: "The three major gangs in the lower city are all dogs of the Slater family. One died today, and there will be more obedient ones tomorrow."

"You don't think that your father is really a person just because he has the title of 'Knight', right?"

Manseni's face was pale, and she looked at Raven with a hint of hatred, but she couldn't refute Raven's words.

"Face the reality." Raven said calmly: "Mon'en City has been broken, and the lower city will soon fall. The Slater family can't take care of themselves, how can they take care of you?"

"If you want to live, work hard for me."

Taking a deep breath, Mansene clenched her fists: "Your will will be implemented."

"Lord Baron!"

After saying that, she turned and retreated.

Looking at the departing back, Raven smiled.

The once unattainable gangster lady now obeys her orders. This feeling...

Wonderful!

Lacus glanced at him with a curious look, and Raven straightened his clothes and restrained his expression.

There is never a shortage of experts in dealing with corpses in the gangs. Soon the corpses in the square were taken away, and the bloodstains were cleaned up. Except for the faint smell of blood in the air, there was no trace of fighting.

Raven stood by the window, overlooking the square from a high position, and a trace of emotion arose in his heart.

When he was in Mon'en City, his most arrogant ambition was to become a small leader, managing a dozen people, and not having to go out every day, and he could live a comfortable and decent life just by taking commissions.

But now, he is standing in the study of the president of the Silver Hand Brotherhood, dominating the fate of the entire gang.

The president who was once high and mighty is now an ant that can be crushed to death at will in his eyes.

Things are unpredictable!

It was getting dark, and the members of the Silver Hand Brotherhood who returned from all directions gathered the news to Mansene, who sorted it out and handed it to Raven.

After the report, she hurriedly left the study, as if she was afraid that Raven would do something to her.

Raven didn't pay attention to her. After confirming that there was no problem with the information, he left Eric to protect Lux, and returned to the temporary camp of the Fourth Legion with a team of personal soldiers.

The consequences of the city's fall began to emerge. Scattered cannon fodder skeletons began to appear on the streets, and in some places, corpses could be seen lying on the roadside.

When he returned to the city gate, Raven found that some of the follow-up supplies had been delivered, and the camp had begun to take shape. Raven also saw some soldiers from the Iron Legion.

Entering the tent of the Fourth Legion, Raven happened to catch up with the tail end of a military meeting.

The topic discussed by everyone was when to continue to go deeper inside.

During the discussion, Raven learned that although Minsk led the team to rush to the broken part of the city, he was attacked by the Death Hand Cult at all costs. The Iron Brigade lost nearly 200 people in one battle. Minsk himself was plotted by the necromancer and had to retreat to the inner city under the protection of his personal guards.

Some soldiers of the Iron Legion were separated from the main force and retreated here.

If the entrance cannot be blocked, the army of the Death Hand can pour in without any scruples. At that time, the camp here will no longer be safe. It is necessary to retreat to the inner city and join the Slater family.

This is also unanimously agreed by all the nobles.

But the problem is that the city of Monen has never been a fortress, but a fully functional city with dense and narrow streets. The army cannot be deployed. If you want to go to the inner city, street fighting is inevitable.

But street fighting is too dangerous. Even the fourth-level Minsk was seriously injured and his life was in danger. How could they be any better?

The nobles held different opinions. A small number of people thought that they should continue to gather together and advance inward together; most of them thought that they should be divided into small groups, each with their own army, with a smaller target and better preservation of strength.

The majority of people supported the split-up-and-divided-group side - if the group advances, who can resist the dragon breath of the bone dragon that falls from the sky? Who can survive?

Therefore, even though Viscount John tried his best to maintain it, the newly formed Fourth Legion still declared collapse.

After everyone dispersed, Raven followed Viscount John to his tent.

Viscount John's face was full of fatigue and his eye sockets were deep. As soon as he entered the tent, he sighed deeply: "Alas..."

"Captain of the Legion, are you worried about the situation?" Raven asked.

"Little guy, you are really poisonous." Viscount John shook his head and chuckled: "The legion will be disbanded soon, so there is no need for a legion commander."

"In fact, if you really want to maintain the legion, there is a way." Raven said, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Viscount John saw Raven's actions, paused slightly, and said: "Indeed, your method is really good. If I were twenty years younger, I might do this."

The method Raven said was to kill the chicken to scare the monkey. Pick the two who jumped the most and had the lowest rank and kill them on the spot. Anyway, the righteousness of fighting against the hand of death is on their shoulders, and no one can find fault.

Viscount John saw this, but he couldn't do it.

Killing people to establish prestige is good, but there are endless troubles. If he was twenty years younger, he could still suppress it, but now he is old, and his ambition to make achievements has long been extinguished. He doesn't want to leave enemies for his descendants, especially mortal enemies.

Raven understood Viscount John's thoughts and didn't force him. He just handed over the information he collected.

Viscount John took it, quickly scanned it and put it aside, sighing with regret.

This information is indeed very detailed, which makes Viscount John recognize Raven's value even more.

With Raven, the scout captain who grew up in Mon'en City, it would be much more convenient if the Fourth Legion acted together, but now people's hearts have been scattered.

Not only the Fourth Legion, but also the First and Third Legions have fallen apart in addition to the Second Legion.

The only hope comes from the inner city. If Minsk can come out healthy to join everyone, or if Earl Tyrone comes forward, then it is possible to gather the scattered sand together.

At midnight that day, news did come from the inner city.

The content of the news is very simple-no matter who can reach the inner city, they can get the friendship of the Slater family.

The friendship of the Earl's family!

This is a temptation that the nobles cannot refuse, and everyone's minds became active for a while.

Even the originally united Second Legion was directly beaten into a pile of scattered sand. After all, no one wants to fall behind others.

That night, two nobles quietly sneaked out of the camp and went to the inner city.

The Slater family was simply drinking poison to quench thirst by doing this.

But for Raven himself, this was good news.

After all, even the members of the Slater family could hardly compare with him in terms of familiarity with the city of Mon'en.

After bidding farewell to Viscount John and Judra, Raven led his men to explore three roads leading to the inner city, but two of them were blocked by undead creatures, and one was physically destroyed.

Raven was not in a hurry about this. He couldn't find a way in, let alone other nobles!

That night, Raven rested at the headquarters of the Silver Hand Brotherhood.

In the next few days, the people of the Silver Hand Brotherhood were scattered everywhere, and gradually there were casualties, and the news they brought back became more and more explosive.

The undead creatures began to wander the streets and began to demolish houses and kill people in an organized manner. Some of the nobles who were scattered in a group of sands remained in the camp. Anyone who tried to rush into the inner city either returned in embarrassment or never came back again.

The Silver Hand Brotherhood even found a viscount's head with half of his flesh cut off.

That afternoon, Raven was sitting in his study reading a book leisurely - it must be said that although the Silver Hand Brotherhood is a gang, the number of books in their collection is indeed quite large, and many of them have illustrations.

Mantheni began her routine report again. Most of the content was mediocre, but the last sentence successfully caught Raven's attention:

"The Mercy Moon Orphanage was surrounded by the Undead Army."

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