Realm of Power

The army entered Gallic Kyoto, and the civil strife quickly subsided. This night was a bloody night for the people of Gallic Kyoto. When the fighting and wailing on the streets outside the window finally subsided, and when the infinitely beautiful morning sky illuminated the city streets again,

"Creak" The Gallic man who had been hiding behind the door and window carefully opened the door after being frightened all night. The rain had stopped long ago, and the strong and disgusting smell of blood was still floating in the air. The turbulent flow caused by the rainwater was swirling in the gutters on both sides of the street. , the red is still there, but there are no shocking severed hands and feet, another morning in Kyoto, Gaul, a brand new notice In front of the street, there were many curious Gallic citizens standing in front. Most of the civilians did not know how to read. A young nobleman read the contents of the notice with some pride and explained, "It is about the capital of Gaul." Announcement belonging to the Falcon Empire. From now on, the original name of Gaul Kyoto will be cancelled, and will be replaced by another name "Northern New Capital"

"New Capital of the North!" Someone in the crowd immediately expressed dissatisfaction. "What! It's obviously the capital of Gaul. Why did it have to be changed to such a rustic name? It makes it look like a country bumpkin from the northwest!"

"Yeah, why should we obey the rule of these northwest barbarians!" Someone in the crowd of onlookers echoed

"It's okay not to obey. I'll give you a sword. Do you dare to take it?" A strong man grinned disdainfully, "What qualifications does a person who has never been on the battlefield have to comment here?" "

"Taota" In the distance, a group of cavalry wearing black armor was slowly coming from across the street. They were wearing the rumored black and shiny armor. Their fine and fine scales shone with a dark luster. They had long swords across their waists and swept The glances around him were like an awl being shot towards him, and the Gallic civilians around him immediately scurried away.

Several people who had expressed their dissatisfaction with the notice just now were so frightened that they did not even dare to take a deep breath, and their legs became weak. It smells like urine. This is the rumored Falcon Cavalry that kills people like crazy. It is indeed outrageously tough, but its momentum enveloped half of the street, like a pack of wolves suddenly appearing in front of a herd of sheep.

"Salon, are you sure Hassan Rimbaud's home is here?"

The fat man frowned slightly and glanced at the messy street in front of him. It was simply a civilian area. He asked dissatisfiedly about the guy who was so confident just now but was leading him in circles here. Although Hassan Rimbaud was not born into the nobility of Kyoto, he was still at the level of army commander. Could it be that his home was in a civilian area! If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have trusted Salon, a road idiot who couldn't even tell the difference between east, west, and north.

"I asked those Gallic nobles, this is right, No. 77 Salan Street!" Salon felt someone's warm and angry gaze that wanted to kill, his lips trembled slightly, and he wiped his forehead with his hand in embarrassment There were beads of sweat on his face, and he said with an ugly face, "Maybe those Gauls are lying to me. That must be the case, these guys are not good people!"

"Well, I realized that trusting you, a fool like you, was a mistake!" The fat man curled his lips in disdain, indicating that this loser was too incompetent. Although someone is also a famous road idiot

"Lu Jin, go and ask for directions! Remember, be kind." The fat man tilted his head, turned to a guard captain behind him and said.

"Yes!" The captain of the black-armored guard nodded, got off his horse, and thought of the order to be kinder. Trying to keep a smile on his face, his target was a grocery store next to the road. Under normal circumstances, grocery stores are familiar with the surrounding area.

As soon as I walked in the door, there was a howl like a killing pig.

"My lord, please don't kill me! I support the rule of the empire! I really have never said anything bad about the empire..." A woman in coarse cloth, as fat as a bucket, was so frightened that she knelt on the ground. She was the proprietress of the store. In her eyes, the smile on the black-armored guard captain's face was just like the rumored murderous smile of the executioner before killing him.

Oh shit! Am I so terrible? The captain of the black-armored guard tried his best to put on a friendly smile and immediately collapsed. There was a black line on his forehead, and the black-armored guard looked like he was gnashing his teeth. When the murderous aura he had spent on the battlefield for many years was released, he almost made the woman incontinent from fear. I just rolled my eyes and passed out.

I wipe. . . . . The captain of the black armored guard was stupid! What now?

"Stop scaring her, she is just a cook. If you come to see me, I will be here!" A very childish voice came from the pile of goods in the corner, showing a rare arrogance.

"You?" The black-armored guard was secretly surprised when he heard it, and followed the sound with his eyes.

Next to the scattered pile of goods, a thin-faced teenage boy was looking at him with fists in his hands. His dry flaxen hair was like weeds. He was wearing thin linen clothes. He seemed to have grown up. Not very good. With a teenage body, he looked like a little mouse standing in front of the tall piles of goods.

But the black-armored guard felt an awe-inspiring aura from him. This face looked very much like a person!

"Young man, tell me your name? Lest I find the wrong person!" The black-armored guard grinned, his eyes brightened, like a mountain bear seeing a fox, and asked in a low voice in broken Gaulish.

"Hasen! Hasen Kalan" the young man's face was cold and his voice was crisp but firm.

"Are you from the Hassen family? The black-armored guard paused, his face became serious, his eyes were as cold as a dagger unsheathed, and he asked word by word, "What is your relationship with Hassen Rambo?" If you tell the truth, I will let that woman go! "

"Hassen Rimbaud is my father. If you catch me, you will get a large bounty, right?" The young man looked at him without fear, biting his lip with his teeth. His very white teeth were nothing like his withered appearance. It is consistent, which further proves that what he said is true. Only nobles have the habit of cleaning their teeth.

"Bounty? Maybe!" The black-armored guard suddenly laughed. He was lucky. He looked around and found out that this grocery store was connected to a two-story building behind it, because it was not It's inconspicuous, and the surroundings are very cluttered, so I couldn't find it.

"Are you the only one? Where are the other members of the Hasen family?" The black-armored guard stopped smiling and seemed to have noticed something. He asked in a sharp tone. The temperature nearby suddenly dropped a few degrees.

"Isn't one enough? I am the son of Hassan Rambo!" The young man tried his best to straighten his body. Although he concealed it well, the black-armored guard still noticed his nervousness.

"Anyway, we are collecting the bounty. Naturally, the more people, the better. I heard that although the Hazen family is not among the wealthy families in Kyoto, it is still considered a good second-class family. Even if it collapses now, you will not be the only one. Bar!"

The captain of the black-armored guard felt that this kid was interesting, and joked, "But I didn't expect to be so lucky. I found Hassan Rambo's son right away. This is a great achievement! If it's a bounty," The captain of the black-armored guard paused for a moment, stretched out five fingers, and said slowly, "Maybe there is such a number!"

"Five hundred gold coins! You really think highly of me." The young man looked at the five fingers spread out and was slightly surprised.

"No, it's five thousand! If you're dead, it's five hundred. If you're alive, it's five thousand!"

The eyes of the black-armored guard shone brightly, and his face suddenly turned ferocious. Against the dark background, the five fingers that he had just stretched out were clenched together like steel, making a crackling sound.

"Your father is the sworn enemy of the empire. He has been stained with the blood of many imperial soldiers during several wars. Do you think it would be better for them to want you to be a cold corpse, or to have you alive and tortured? I heard that Hunter The executioner of the Eagle Empire likes to play the game of skinning inch by inch. Skin the enemy, starting from the feet to the top of the head. It is said that the executioner with the best skills can get a complete human skin, and the skinned person will not die for a month! Konoe's eyes glanced at the young man, and it seemed that he wanted to talk more about losing weight. But he seems to be in good spirits, so he probably won’t die so easily!

"You...!" The boy was already frightened

"Have you thought about it? If you tell me the whereabouts of the other people, I might consider letting you suffer less!" the captain of the black-armored guard asked again.

"I'm the only one. There's no need to look for it. The others have left long ago! Are you still here waiting to die?" The young man took a deep breath and leaned his back against the wall. His face turned slightly pale with nervousness. They clasped their fingers tightly together. After all, they were just teenagers. Even if they experienced a tragic change in their family, they could not grow up overnight into a tough guy who would not change his face in the face of torture.

"Haha, that's interesting. He's worthy of being the son of Hassen Rimbaud!" The black-armored guard suddenly laughed, turned around and walked out of the store.

Just when the young man felt sweat all over his body, more people walked in, wearing the same armor as the person just now. It was so black that it felt like one could breathe in the soul.

"That's him? Hassan Rimbaud's son?" A slightly fat figure came over. A kind-looking young man, who seemed to be the leader of the gang, looked at the young man up and down and said to himself. "Well, it does look a bit like Hassen Rimbaud, but it's a bit thinner. It seems that the situation of the Hassen family is really bad."

"Yes! My subordinates feel the same way." The black knight who had just spoken to him suddenly became extremely respectful and nodded.

"But, I haven't heard that Hassan Rimbaud has no sons! So the Hassen family has actually been cut off!" A ferocious-looking one-eyed dragon with a bald head suddenly looked at the boy, with a cold light flashing in his fearsome turbid one-eye, and said, "Then Can you tell me who you are?"

"Who said Hassen Rimbaud has no son? I am Hassen Rimbaud's son! The heir of the Hassen family! Those hateful rumors are all slanders against the scum of the Hassen family who are spying on them!" The young man's face turned ferocious, as if he had been stepped on. The rabbit with its tail, its bloodshot eyes and gnashing teeth looks like it is about to jump up and bite someone.

At this time, he heard the young man who was the leader say, "Okay, there must be a limit to the joke. Take the person away first and leave a thousand gold coins for the shop owner!"

"It's boring, sir. You can't let me take revenge on the guy who blocked us in Rusty for a whole winter!" A look of disappointment appeared on the one-eyed dragon's face, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly, and the boy was taken out of the shop. , was carried on a war horse at the entrance of the store,

On the way, he asked the young man who seemed to be the most sympathetic, "My lord, can you give me a decent ending?"

"End? What do you mean?"

The fat man looked back at the young man speechlessly.

"For example, if I'm skinned, I'm afraid of pain. Can I change the execution method?"

There was a trace of earnestness on the young man's face, he clenched his teeth, and his face was as red as fire. When he said such words, even he did not expect that he knew that he was dead. The Falcon Empire controlled Gaul Kyoto. Descendants of the Empire's once greatest and most stubborn enemy. He has never thought about how to survive. The young man in front of him seems to be of high status. The tough black knights behind him all follow this person. Now he can only hope that the pity and sympathy of the young man can save him sooner. To end the painful journey in this world,

"Skin it off! I'm afraid of pain!"

The corner of Fatty's mouth twitched unnaturally when he heard this.

Damn it, who is so wicked that he can even lie to children? Will it leave a psychological shadow? His eyes bulged at the captain of the black-armored guards behind him. The captain of the black-armored guards quickly lowered his head in embarrassment. "These bastards!" The fat man took in the expression of the captain of the black-armored guards. It’s basically clear what’s going on.

He quickly put his hand over his mouth and coughed a few times to cover up his previous gaffe, and said casually, "Actually, I have stopped engaging in torture such as skinning for a long time. If possible, I will try my best to meet your request. After all, I can be regarded as your father's old friend. Just think of it as a way of showing some friendship with old friends.”

"You know my father?"

When he heard that the other party knew his father, the young man's decadent face suddenly became excited, and the family changed dramatically. His father suddenly changed from an admirable imperial hero to a coward despised by everyone. Even the young man himself no longer knew how to regard his father.

Hassan Rimbaud in his eyes. He is just a kind and strict father at home, not the first general of the empire who desperately tried to turn the tide in the war.

"Yeah. I've met a few times."

The fat man looked at the young man's shining eyes and could only express tactfully that General Hassan Rimbaud was a very persistent person, loyal and perseverant. As a soldier, he was excellent and qualified. He actually had the opportunity to evacuate that place. A battle, but he chose to go back,

"I heard that the Falcon Emperor personally killed him during the Battle of Daniel and ordered him to be dismembered and burned to ashes, so the empire did not find his body." The young man was silent for a while and said with a sad expression.

"This is nonsense!"

The fat man was immediately angry. Hassan Rimbaud died tragically under the city of Daniel with almost martyrdom of loyalty. His body was not even given the respect he deserved under the city of Daniel.

Still dissatisfied, he ordered an army of 100,000 troops to use 300,000 crossbow arrows as firewood, and held a cremation of the highest standards for Hassen Rimbaud. It was also regarded as the last respect for this tenacious general. Unexpectedly, it spread to Gaul. This is how Kyoto confuses right and wrong. The angry fat man wants to line up the nobles in Kyoto, Gaul, and slap them in turn to see which bastard is talking nonsense!

"Hey, actually, my father died a well-deserved death. There is nothing to regret!" The young man sighed on the horse, showing his overly precocious attitude of looking down on everything. He raised his head and looked at the sky. The white sky was full of morning light. Will this be his last day?

"If you won't die, what do you want to do?" The fat man looked at the aloof son of Hassan Rambo, and his heart suddenly moved. He really didn't pay attention. He was surprised just now. Hassen Rimbaud was also a handsome man. Why? His son is so dark and thin, now It seems that the light in the store was too dark just now. In fact, except for the fact that the boy's hair is a little dry, his body is a little thin, and his facial contours are amazingly delicate. If he puts on a pair of noble clothes, he must be like those noble ladies at the banquet. We are also jealous of this handsome young man.

Suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves in front of "Tata", and several black-armored cavalry were flying over in long red cloud skirts.

"Besukaya!" The fat man looked at the red skirt in front of him and was surprised for a moment.

"Teacher!" Besukaya reined in her horse a few meters in front of the fat man, glanced at the young man, and showed a look of surprise.

"What happened?"

The fat man asked with a solemn expression. He smelled something unusual from Besucaya's sudden arrival. This morning was a meeting for the nobles of Kyoto. The fat man didn't like to do this, which directly made Besucaya, who has been so angry with the queen recently, Go to receive an audience. The so-called audience is an expression of the nobles' surrender.

All the Kyoto nobles handed over their family names and some property deeds in order according to their status, and the empire would also receive them to guarantee the safety of their family members. This process was very long. There were dozens of wealthy Kyoto families, and even more nobles took the college entrance examination. Qian, it will definitely not be finished in a day or two. This kind of thing still needs someone like Besukaya who can look like a queen without having to dress up.

Besukaya expressed strong opposition to this, but the fat man, in his capacity as a teacher, savagely prevaricated: "I'm going out for a walk, and I'm looking for the descendants of Hassen Rimbaud. You don't want your teacher to let thousands of people down in a serious way." Everyone in the family watches it from beginning to end as if appreciating a beautiful woman, and even makes disgusting remarks such as saying that the empire will never forget your loyalty, etc., then I will be disgusted to death!"

"Teacher, I just received news that Gangfei Xinjing has been captured by the Istani people! The Emperor of Gangfei fled to Beisuka, the southern part of the Gangfei Empire, and there is chaos in the Putao area." When Besukaya spoke hurriedly, she was used to it. Licking your lips, very tempting

"What!"

The fat man is a little stupid, let me go, Gang Fei Empire is a fool, this is a rhythm that would rather die than let Pu Tao invade the south! The little emperor Gang Fei is quite stubborn, but unfortunately, you are so good, does your father know? Does your grandfather know? The little idiot who threw away the foundation of the empire that generations of ancestors had worked so hard to build for a little bit of so-called dignity!

"Call all the generals for a meeting!" The fat man didn't dare to delay any longer.

The Istani conquered Xinjing of Gangfei, and the young emperor of Gangfei fled to Beisuka in the south. This indicates that the Putao area controlled by the Falcon Empire will soon become the edge of this war, and a gunfire may occur at any time.

Who can guarantee that the Istani people will not be so confident that they will take over the Putao area where the empire has spent countless efforts?

"Teacher, who is he?" Besukaya looked at the boy and asked

"He is the son of Hassan Rimbaud!" the fat man replied casually

"Leave him to me! I'm afraid it's inconvenient to follow the teacher!" Besukaya hesitated and said with a strange expression.

"Huh? What do you mean?" The fat man looked at the always caring little apprentice in confusion.

"I only found out during the interview this morning that Hassan Rimbaud has no son!" Besukaya bit her lips and glanced in the direction of the boy. The boy's face turned red, showing a rare restraint, "Only one daughter" (Unfinished) to be continued..)