The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

The words of the auction house host cannot be trusted.

But they had no choice but to believe the words of Paul Wurth, the head of the Royal Guards.

Because this man is not just about looking fierce.

He was equally brutal in killing people.

The matter has almost come to an end here, and the host of the auction house is also relieved, with a friendly and easy-going smile on his face again.

"Now that the Grand Commander has guaranteed the auction house, I believe everyone has no doubts in their minds."

"Then this auction will come to an end. Thank you for coming. The next auction will be at this time next month. We will continue to prepare high-quality items for you."

Just when everything seems to have settled down.

Suddenly there was a terrifying explosion at the door of the auction house, accompanied by the scream of the maid.

"what happened?"

Everyone's face changed.

Paul Wurth reacted faster.

He had already rushed towards the door of the auction house with a huge sword that was as wide as the door.

At the entrance of the auction house, a person holding a long gun stands at the back of everyone.

A group of players in front of him were pushing three cages and fleeing desperately, even the female slaves in the cages were knocked upside down.

"Lord Queenette, what do you mean?"

Paul Wurth looked at the chaotic entrance of the auction house, and his ferocious eyes fell on the person who did nothing.

"What do I mean?"

Not being a human being, he sneered and retorted:

"I also want to ask what you mean by the auction house? Why don't you let me take away the things I took away? Are you planning to take the money and kill people to get more goods?!"

The words of the Baron "Quinnette" made the faces of the people around watching the excitement change drastically, and they also looked at the guards and the person in charge of the auction house suspiciously.

"You fart!"

A guard stood up.

"You want to push the cage away without even giving you any gold coins. If we want to stop you, we will drive the knights under our command to do it directly!"

"I didn't give it."

Spreading his hands without being a human being, he said:

"Didn't I say that? My father will pay for the money for me after he returns from the Emerald Border. Why are you in a hurry? I, Son of the North Wind, will send you some gold coins?!"

Only then did the people around them suddenly realize.

And also stunned by the ugly face of Baron "Quinnette".

The Duke of Northwind, Walworth Knight is a well-known nobleman on horseback, and his life style is very decent and simple.

He definitely couldn't afford [-] gold coins to pay for his bastard son.

This Baron Quinnette just wanted to renege on his debt.

And he also threw the blame on his father, the Duke of Beifeng.

The existence behind the auction house is not easy to trouble the Duke of Beifeng.

After all, as an indispensable veteran stationed on the emerald border, the Duke of Beifeng can be said to be making sacrifices for the safety of the entire Karanli.

"Sorry, Baron, our auction house has never had a credit policy. You can temporarily store the goods with us, and come back and redeem them when you have saved enough money."

The person in charge of the auction house had already said it politely, but the baron in front of him didn't buy it, and even became more arrogant.

"I'm going to take this batch of goods today. I'm not discussing with you. I'm ordering. If you insist on stopping them, don't blame my knights for attacking you."

"This time, I won't hold back."

Baron "Quinnette" was facing each other, and the knights under his command had already pushed the three cages and ran away without a trace. In a short while, no one could stop them except the leader Paul Wurter.

"Baron, I admire your ruthlessness, but I never thought that such a heroic figure as the Duke of Beifeng would have a useless son like you."

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for educating you instead of your father."

Paul Wurth put the long sword behind him across his chest, and the heavy giant sword hit the ground, sinking half a meter in an instant, and the surrounding floor tiles also cracked, showing how heavy the sword was.

Delaying time is originally a task of not doing human affairs.

At this time, instead of chasing the female slave back, Sky Knight wanted to wrestle with him and educate him, which was exactly what he wanted.

Just to see what kind of gap there is between him and Sky Knight now.

"Come on, let's see if you are an ugly person who makes more trouble~"

Not being a human being, he pointed his long sword obliquely, assuming an offensive posture.

Although he only knows marksmanship, he can use a long sword as a gun. Besides, his really useful gun is hidden in the armor.

"Humph!"

Paul Wurth knew that he was ugly, but he didn't like people often talking about his appearance, especially the direct humiliation like Quinnette.

At this moment, he was really moved to kill.

For the Duke of Northwind's sake, he won't kill Quinnette.

But it's still doable to beat Queen Knight to a hemiplegia.

Sky knight-level grudge permeates the whole body.

Paul Wurth rushed towards Baron "Quinnette" like a giant beast.

The epee was dragged behind him, breaking through the hard ground.

Majestic and overwhelming.

The person in charge of the auction house originally wanted to tell them not to fight here. After all, if the street is broken, he still has to spend money to repair it. He can't ask the commander for money, right?

He can't afford to offend the Duke of Beifeng.

But now that the two of them were clearly on top, he didn't persuade him, and he didn't persuade him, so he simply retreated into the auction house with a group of auction house subordinates.

He doesn't want those slave girls anymore.

Hit whatever you want.

Just don't tear down his auction house.

Outside the auction house.

Relying on his high agility, he has played against Paul Wurth several times without being a human being.

There's nothing wrong with that thick-skinned Paul Wurth.

But the person who does nothing has been injured by a huge shock in the collision.

This Paul Wurth is similar to the Winter King.

They all follow the path of a berserker, but the Winter King is much more flexible than Paul Wurth, and this Paul Wurth only has brute force but no brains.

The strength gap between them is still too large.

If he hadn't experienced the feeling of fighting the berserker Winter King several times in the dungeon, he might not even be able to take Paul Wurth's blow at this moment.

However, this is enough.

Those players have successfully evacuated with the slave girl.

And there was also a wave of chaos on the other side of the arena in Karanli. All the female slaves were rescued, and the player's team had already converged in the tunnel.

They're already planning to blow up the tunnel.

"Paul Wurth, you are really strong."

"However, my Beifeng family is so powerful, you ugly and poor trash is worthy of educating me?"

Opening your mouth without being a human being is a burst of output, and at the same time, you secretly took out your own small musket.

"What kind of pickled fish and rotten shrimp, can you afford a dragon's blood horse with a year's salary?"

Paul Wurth's face grew darker and darker.

It was obvious that he was completely enraged, and at this moment, he also pulled the trigger on Paul Wurth indifferently.

"Bah—"

There was a gunshot, and the bullets hit Paul Wurth's armor and his naked, muscular body.

These bullets have limited damage at long distances, at most they can only penetrate the protection of fighting spirit, causing a stinging pain when they hit the skin.

Other than that it doesn't work anymore.

But at the moment.

These bullets brought a sting, but became the last feather to pluck Paul Wurth's nerves.

He could no longer control the anger in his heart.

In an instant, a jump appeared in front of Baron "Queen Knight", and the long sword in his hand was swung out suddenly. At this time, he was still a little rational.

The long sword would only cut off Baron Quinnette's legs, but not his life.

But what surprised him was.

Not only did Baron Quinnette not dodge or dodge, but he smiled strangely and squatted down.

His lips parted:

"Goodbye~"

"Boom—" There was a dull loud noise.

Baron "Queen Knight" was slapped into a meatloaf by the giant sword.

The perpetrator Paul Wurth stood there dumbfounded.

He held the giant sword in his hand.

Baron "Quinnette" was at a loss for what to do when he looked at the inhuman figure who couldn't be saved by gods.

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