Realm of Power

"Who are you? Don't say you don't know me!" The fat man asked with a cold face and a low voice. "From the first moment you saw me, I knew you knew me! You acted too impatient, even They just brought us in without even a basic interrogation. Isn’t this kind of treatment a bit too high?”

"Everyone says that Fatty Summer is a stupid wild boar on the outside, but a cunning fox on the inside. It seems to be true. I didn't expect you to see through me so early. The middle-aged man's face was stunned. I didn't expect that my intention was revealed from the beginning. The fat man guessed it, flipping the dagger playfully in his hand, and pushed him over slowly.

"What do you want to do?" Statunko, who was eager to protect the Lord, took a step forward, stood in front of the fat man and said sternly, "How did you recognize us!"

"The names of both of you have spread throughout the south. Although I have never met you, I have seen your portraits many times."

The middle-aged man said with a sly smile. The dagger in his hand was suddenly held horizontally, which was exactly the posture of a knight's protective dagger. As he approached, the middle-aged man said in a strange tone, "Marquis Dustan, Governor of Samour, Captain Si of the Sixth Banner." Lord Tatooenko, originally just wanted to find a safe hiding place, but he didn't expect to meet two such noble figures! "

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, and said with gleaming eyes, "If the Satsuma army finds out that these two people died in the Knight Academy, they will definitely take revenge here. If that is the case, it would be perfect. They would massacre the defenseless Knight Academy, no matter what." No matter how you, the Samoyers, claim to be righteous, you will never be able to escape the revenge of the knights across the continent!"

"Haha, are you so sure that you can kill the two of us?" The fat man walked up from behind Statunko with a sneer on his lips. The hem of his black dress with gold traces moved freely, and his eyes glanced contemptuously. glance

"There are many people who want to kill me, but they are all buried in the loess now. On the way to Riva Cheze, I met a female archer. She should be one of yours too!"

"Haha, you are talking about that stupid girl from the Isa family!" The middle-aged man suddenly stopped, with an expression of resentment on his face, and gritted his teeth.

"The stubbornness and stubbornness of that silly girl are exactly the same as that of the old Marquis Isahka who committed suicide. If we hadn't come forward to intercede with the Dardanelle family, she would have been kicked out of Zhiva Cheze. It's a pity that this silly woman It’s just a lesson. We spent so much effort on her in vain. If she hadn’t launched the assassination without authorization, why would our people have to hide in Tibet?”

The middle-aged man obviously connected the Riva Cheze mass arrests with Fatty's attack, completely unaware that this was simply a trap set up by Fatty, a big attempt to break the old order of Riva Cheze's rule and establish a new governance order. action,

Depending on where you stand, you have different ways and angles of thinking about the problem. The fat man sees the overall situation in the south, while these resentful Zhivache Zeze radicals only see hatred and hostility towards Samoer rule.

"Isa Heka's daughter? Let me just say, this woman looks like she wants to take a bite of herself!" The fat man's face changed slightly. When he defeated the Isa family last year, he had indeed heard of Isa Heka's only daughter. In Riva Cheze, I didn't expect it to be the female assassin. No wonder she looked like she had a deep hatred for her.

"How many more of you are there?" the fat man asked with sharp eyes, which made the middle-aged man even more proud. "Why, are you afraid of the famous Samoer Demon King?" the middle-aged man asked with an arrogant look.

"To tell you the truth, we are everywhere. When you sleep, when you march, when you turn your head, behind you, in front of your bed, and even in your shadow, we will be there. Eyes are watching you, the only thing you can do is to find a cellar and bury yourself as soon as possible. Wherever there is light, there will be darkness, and wherever there is darkness, we, the Dark Thorns, will exist!"

"Secret assassins? Are you assassins?" The fat man's face turned pale and he clenched his fingers. He really didn't expect that he would get into trouble with this notorious killer organization, the uncrowned king of the underground world. No wonder Zhiva Cheze continued to assassinate people. It turned out that there was an assassin. Being involved in it, it seems that he still underestimated the madness of the Zhiva Cheze nobles.

The Assassin is a legendary killer organization from the southern Kingdom of Salander. The legendary level is the highest level of mercenaries and killer organizations.

The legendary level indicates that this organization has the ability to change the structure of a kingdom. There are only eight such organizations in the entire continent. Six of the mercenary organizations are high-level organizations that have assisted the kingdom in fighting and captured the opponent's king or marshal level.

For example, the Lilent mercenary knights of Ruidian once captured Duke Sartus, the marshal of Vecia, in the Battle of Deherim, and strangled three thousand Snow Country two-handed ax warriors who tried to block the pursuit.

There are also two legendary assassination organizations, one of which is the "Secret Assassin!" It is said that the Secret Assassin consists of complex personnel, ranging from noble nobles to lowly servants. The most famous one is the Ruidian palace coup thirty years ago. The coup leader Finance Minister Larundo was stabbed to death in the bedroom by a famous countess on the night before he ascended to the throne.

Finally, it was revealed that the countess belonged to an organization called the Dark Thorn, and someone offered 1 million gold coins to buy Larondo's head. This incident changed the structure of the Kingdom of Ruidian, and the reputation of the Dark Thorn spread throughout the entire country. mainland,

Many people suspect that the person who hired the assassins back then was the current King of Reedian, Haraus IV.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is in exile abroad and the brother of King Halas, regards this incident as an important evidence to denounce King Halas. This incident is also a stain on the face of the Ruidian royal family that can never be erased.

"How much did they spend to buy my head?" Fatty asked curiously, thinking that he was being targeted by such a ubiquitous assassination organization, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

The upright confrontations and the dark and obscure conspiracies are not scary. The eyes coming from behind are the source of chilling.

No one can always be wary of everyone around him. The hidden thorn is just like its name, a hidden spike that will quickly pierce your throat when you feel the safest.

"This is an organization secret!..." The middle-aged man's face froze, as if he remembered something unpleasant.

"Haha, yes, how could a pawn like you know such an important thing!" Fatty said with a disdainful smile. Fatty could see that this assassin was a proud and arrogant person.

"If you want to trick me, it won't be so easy. Let me kill you quickly and collect the bounty. That's the real deal!" The middle-aged man licked his lips with a ferocious expression. The short dagger in his hand turned into streaks of cold light and rushed toward the fat man. shouting

"Don't worry, dead people can't feel the pain of cutting off their heads! I will do it very gently..."

"You don't overestimate your capabilities!" Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, the fat man snorted coldly. His fat palm turned into a phantom and slapped the middle-aged man's stabbing arm. There was a crisp "snap" sound from the bones.

"Ah," the middle-aged man screamed, and dropped the dagger to the ground. His arms bent and drooped unnaturally, and he stepped back sharply. He looked at the fat man with an expression of disbelief, and the corners of his mouth trembled with pain. "You, how dare you... .

"Hurry up, I hate people not answering my questions!" With a crisp slap, the middle-aged man was slapped on the right cheek by the fat man. His body turned around several times until he was leaning against the wall. superior,

The middle-aged man's body was shaking with grief and anger, and he wanted to hold his head with his hands, but found that his arm had been broken. He could only lean against the wall miserably, staring at the fat man with vicious eyes without saying anything.

"Oh! You're quite arrogant!" The fat man rolled his eyes and slapped the middle-aged man several times with his palms.

The beating made the middle-aged man dizzy, with stars in his eyes, and his cheeks were swollen like toast. The arrogance just now was forgotten, and he could only huddle on the ground pitifully, covering his face, with a mouth full of blood bubbles and broken teeth coming out of his mouth. come out

"Hurry up, I know you are still conscious. If you don't want to die, just answer my question!" The fat man stopped his hand and used his feet to dig at the middle-aged man who was lying limply on the ground like a torn sack. Man is like a child who breaks a toy

The terrifying situation just now made Statunko tremble next to him and his heart went cold. He had also encountered such a thing before.

The middle-aged man's pain evoked Statunko's nightmare memories. Anyone who disturbed the fat man's sleep would be retaliated by this angry human-shaped bear.

"No, don't hit me again..." The middle-aged man no longer dared to be harsh and begged for mercy,

When encountering a rough guy like Fatty, if he doesn't want to die, he has to lower his head with a miserable look on his face. Because his mouth is full of blood bubbles and broken teeth, his words are blurry.

"Three, three hundred thousand, three hundred thousand for the governor, two hundred thousand for the flag commander, and ten to ten thousand for the others!"

"You guys really take it all!" The fat man blinked his eyes. He didn't expect that the legendary level Dark Thorn would have such a low threshold. His own head is worth 300,000? After a moment of silence with his eyes rolling, he took out a golden ticket from his chest and threw it in front of the middle-aged man.

"I won't kill you this time. You go back and tell your leader that Samoer has no intention of going against Dark Thorn. We are willing to pay 1 million gold coins to compensate Dark Thorn for his losses in this plan, and we are willing to negotiate with Dark Thorn again." In-depth cooperation, this is a five thousand gold coin Samoer gold ticket, which can be exchanged at any money shop in the Samoer area. It can be used as compensation for your injuries and errand fees!"