Mortal Mage

"Lawless!"

After Wang Mingde finished speaking, he angrily left the mansion with a dozen servants.

Outside Wang Mingde’s mansion.

There were more than a hundred small flags of the Feather Guards densely packed together.

In the middle was a man as thin as a bamboo pole. He sat in a sedan chair with dry and drooping hair, high and loose cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and heavy wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His untidy face was like a damp white wall, with alternating blue, yellow and white wrinkles. He looked like a man in his twenties, but pale.

The man was holding an old cat with a dark blue body in his arms.

"Lord Wang, have you ever seen the four assassins?" Bai Zheng's voice sounded as if there was lime in his throat, dry and harsh.

"No, there are seven castrated dogs, heading west."

The west is the direction of Taihe Palace.

"Oh, then I'm relieved. Lord Wang, please go to bed early." Bai Zheng stroked the old blue cat in his arms and raised his hand to signal.

A group of feather guards marched in a mighty force and slowly dispersed.

-

After a long time.

"They are like eagles, hawks, and eagles, gathering in the mountains and forests!"

Wang Mingde angrily shook the cane in his hand to the ground and turned back to the mansion.

He sat in the main hall, stroking his goatee and thinking for a long time, then said to a servant beside him, "Go to the backyard and ask Jin'er to call Zhang Mingxuan over. I have something to tell him."

As soon as the servant left, the doorman came over to report that another group of feather guards had arrived outside.

Wang Mingde was angry and gnashed his teeth. "It's fine that Bai Zhengyi is yelling in front of my house, but when has the Attendant Bureau dared to bark in my house?"

"He is the commander-in-chief of the Western Factory. He has already been here. How dare any Feathered Guard come and bark again!" Wang Mingde looked fierce and angry, and strode out of the mansion again with a cane.

Outside the mansion, there were twenty or thirty feather guards and a man wearing a crimson official uniform and heavy makeup. He was playing with a silk scarf in his hand and asked in a delicate voice, "Lord Wang, can Zhang Mingxuan stay at your mansion?"

"Since when did a captain dare to act wildly in our government?" Wang Mingde knew this person. He was the captain of the Western Factory of Lingyu Guard, Lu Ming.

"Lord Wang has misunderstood. I am only here to ask about the safety of Lord Zhang Mingxuan on the orders of the Crown Prince." Lu Ming said calmly, playing with the silk scarf in his hand. "If Lord Zhang is in your house, the Crown Prince asked me to tell you to make sure Lord Wang protects Lord Zhang."

"If he's not here, then we'll have to hold the funeral tomorrow." Lu Ming said, and without waiting for Wang Mingde to reply, he waved his hand and left.

-

After Wang Mingde returned to the main hall of the house, he was so angry that his blood rushed to his chest. With a "bang", he slammed the ground with his crutch in his hand, and a corner of the bluestone floor tile in the room was broken.

Then he shouted angrily to the outside of the door, "Tomorrow, I will persuade His Majesty to get rid of these parasites!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mingxuan stepped into the main hall.

"Lord Wang... I didn't hear anything..." Zhang Mingxuan quickly raised his hand to return the greeting.

Wang Mingde took a deep breath and looked into Zhang Mingxuan's eyes.

"Son, do you know how many groups of people want to kill you today?" Wang Mingde sat on the main seat in the house with the help of a crutch. Wang Wan'er supported him from the side, and Jin'er waited outside the house.

Zhang Mingxuan shook his head slightly; "I don't know."

"Cough cough." Wang Mingde coughed lightly and took a deep breath.

After a long time, Na Jin'er brought in a plate of ice melon.

Wang Mingde raised his hand, took one and took a bite; "Chang Zhongxian, the Supervisor of the Attendant Bureau, Bai Zheng, the Commander of the Feathered Guards of the Western Depot, and Lu Ming, the Captain of the Western Depot."

"what?"

Zhang Mingxuan stood up and walked around the hall. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.