Realm of Power

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"You know, Lord Tiernarant is the city guard commander of Kyoto, and all of us are under his control." The middle-aged noble looked miserable and took a long breath. It seemed that he had used all his strength to speak clearly, "We will do whatever he asks us to do. He has been paying attention to all the shops of the Tipati family and said that there is an important spherical treasure. We don't know what it is. We have destroyed three Tipati family stores in the past few days, and this is the last one!”

"What a pity! It would be great if Tiernarant came in person." The fat man shook his head with a cold face. He put his hands behind his back and whispered to the guards in a low voice, "Except for the people of the Tipati family, everyone else will be destroyed. All of them will be destroyed!" "Puch" the cold light shined through the noble's throat. Blood gushed out from the crushed trachea, hanging down lifelessly. More than a dozen guards started to work together. After a while, except for the waitress who huddled in a ball in the corner, everything was fine. There are no living people in the shop, the bright red blood is already muddy, the seats are piled up in mess, and more than a dozen corpses are lying on the ground.

"Ah! This.

. This was Tipati Luthor coming down the stairs with a small bundle. What he saw in front of him made him so frightened that he couldn't even speak. The bundle in my hand fell down the stairs. Revealing the box containing the "bloody golden egg"

"Hurry up, we don't have much time!" The fat man slightly shook his head to Tipati Luthor, who was still in a daze, and waved to the guards behind him to put the sword back into its sheath. His face was as calm as water, and he was the first one who was admiring the landscape. The indifferent young man looking at the scenery. Instead of standing in a pool of blood with corpses strewn all over the ground. The iron-blooded soldier who had just brutally ordered his silence.

"Yes, yes!" Tippati Luther ran downstairs, picked up the package with one hand, and waved at the girl in green and several waitresses with the other hand, shouting "Irene" Puffin, Ling Lin. Come on, come on, come with me right now."

The fat man asked several people from the Tipati family to board the carriage of two nobles, and followed behind with several guards, and disappeared in the streets of South Street.

"Uncle, where are we going?" Tipati Erin sat on the carriage nervously. This was her first time riding in a nobleman's carriage. The scarlet soft carpet and the valuable carriage accessories made her feel unspeakably excited. Although I know that my ancestors were once a powerful and powerful family, so what? The era is too far away. People like Tipati Irene’s generation are no longer qualified to ride in carriages marked by nobles.

"Go to the south." Tippati Luthor looked at his niece's awkward performance, smoothed the cuffs on his body with his hands, straightened his chest and stood upright, trying his best to look more aristocratic, rather than a small shop owner.

"South?" Tipati Erin was a smart girl, so naturally she would not be satisfied with such an answer. Asked again "Where should we go to the south? What about the shops in Kyoto?"

Tipati Luthor said cautiously, "Let's go to the commercial capital of Zivadin. I am a big shot now. What a small laugh industry in Kyoto is nothing! Our Tipati family is destined to return to glory! Once again, we will be among the wealthy families!" "

"Big shot? Among the rich and powerful! Uncle Luther. Are you really so sure that you don't have delusional disorder!" Tipati Erin's face showed a slight worry, and the dancing uncle in front of her was like an excited patient in a flashback. Although the family has declined, Every generation of the Tipati tribe still has the dream of returning to glory in their hearts. The Tipati Luther in front of her reminded Eileen of her deceased father who could not stop muttering "glory" even when he was seriously ill.

"You don't believe me!" Tipati Luther looked at his niece's distrustful eyes and couldn't help but feel annoyed and said, "Look what this is?" He placed a piece of sandpaper mysteriously on Tipati Erin In front of it, there is a striking thorn flower coat of arms printed on it.

"Bramble flower coat of arms!" Tipati Erin's eyes were rounded, and she quickly put her finger on her mouth where she almost shouted, staring at it without blinking, as if that mysterious heraldry pattern had the power to enchant people. charm

"The blooming thorn flower! The family emblem of Governor Samour!"

The astute Tipati Irene knew exactly what it meant if she shouted this sentence on the streets of Kyoto. Only since the embargo of Samor in March, with the instigation of the aristocracy, the anti-Samor voice has become louder and louder. If I really shout out "Bramble Emblem", I might be invited by the Kyoto City Guards. Generally, There is no chance of them coming back. It is said that the city guard has a grudge against Samor!

"Yes! You are not dazzled; have you seen that fat man? This is his!" Tipati Luther raised his head proudly, whispered to Tipati Irene, and looked at the horse riding outside the window. The fat man winked.

"You said he was Tipati Irene, and my head went blank. The stupid fat man who embarrassed me just now was the most mysterious Governor of Samour in the legend. Oh my God! Tipati Irene's breathing became rapid. , Fatty Liecai's decisive appearance in the store appeared in her mind again.

A golden beam of light shone into the dark hall, and Tiernarant stood up from his seat in the hall. The long darkness made his face slightly pale. No one knows how he escaped from the siege of the Samor army.

Only he knew what it was like to be crawling in a dark hole for two whole days, the unspeakable bondage and fear. The darkness that seems to have no exit. The pain of being unable to stretch his arms and legs for a long time almost caused Tirnalant to have a mental breakdown.

But he survived, but also left a lot of sequelae, because when he climbed out of the pipe, the bright sun hurt his eyes. Tirnalant had glaucoma. He could not see strong light or wind on weekdays, otherwise he would have tears and pain.

All the subordinates knew that their leader was a rat who could not stand the light. He always stayed in the dark hall and had to ride in a tightly wrapped carriage when he went out. But his methods were vicious, so they called him "Dark Rat"

Tirnalant stretched his neck. The humid weather in the hall made him feel like a rat living underground, never seeing the light of day. Every time he thought of this, a fat man flashed through Tirnalant's mind.

"Falcon Marquis Dustan!" Tirnalant's face was ferocious, his eyes looked at the big raindrops outside the door, and he turned around with a face full of resentment, his fingers clenched tightly and made a sound.

"Sir, all the people who went to the Tipati family to look for them are dead!" A person in charge of Kyoto South Street ran in in a panic.

"What!" Tirnalant turned around with a terrible expression, his terrible eyes flashed with a terrifying red light, and his voice was cold and piercing, "Where is that thing, where is that thing?"

"No, I don't know!" The person in charge of South Street was soaked by the rain, but big beads of cold sweat flowed down his head. Everyone knew that this new boss was not only cruel to the enemy, but also ruthless to his own people.