Realm of Power

A strong freeze solidified the streets of the small town, and the frozen streets made a scratching sound.

A middle-aged nobleman poked his head out of the window of the black carriage and looked at the entrance of the Business Alliance branch with a puzzled expression. The top of the carriage was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and the wheels were tilted, as if they had been hit by gravity.

"Uncle, are you sure this is here? The middle-aged nobleman turned around in confusion. Sitting next to him was a thin man with a cloak on his head, covering his face inside. Only a dark and sharp chin was exposed. He was wearing A pure black robe,

Hearing the middle-aged noble's inquiry, the mysterious man lifted off the cloak on his head with his skinny hands, revealing a resolute old face, bright eyes, and a confused look as he carefully looked at the courtyard outside.

When he saw the blue Tianpu logo of the Business Alliance, the mysterious man's eyes lit up, and he nodded affirmatively and said, "This is it. His whereabouts only told me one person. He has an important thing to deal with here. We didn’t meet him on the road. Judging from the time and distance, he should be inside!”

"But, this really doesn't look like a place where a big shot like him lives!" The middle-aged noble still couldn't believe the mysterious man's judgment, but under the mysterious man's firm attitude, he had to hesitantly get off the carriage and gently use his hands to Knock on the small iron door in front of you.

"What do you want?" A servant wearing mail opened the half-sliding door. His bright eyes were like a knife, which made the middle-aged nobles feel chilled. The man who opened the door had a unique long sword on his waist. The curvature of the shape brings a sense of cruel beauty, and a blooming thorn flower is engraved on the handle of the cold bronze scabbard.

The middle-aged noble heaved a sigh of relief, Samor sword! It seemed that the old uncle's words were correct. This was a weapon that only that person's personal bodyguards were qualified to wear.

"My master has something urgent to ask to see the Grand Duke!" The middle-aged noble took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and took out a simple green ring from his arms and handed it to the guard who was about to refuse. He said with a sincere expression, "This is the token my master asked me to deliver. I believe the Grand Duke will consider it."

"Master?" The guard who opened the door looked at the carriage behind the middle-aged nobleman with a puzzled expression, and then glanced at the ring handed to him. His expression changed, and he immediately opened the door and let the middle-aged nobleman enter the living room to wait, and asked someone to wait. The ring was delivered to the fat man who was resting in Lin

"Falcon crest ring!" The fat man's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up from his seat. His fingers tightly squeezed this ring with special meaning, making a crisp sound of his bones. This was when he was on the top of Zhivadin Mountain. The token that was personally delivered to the Jones family, seeing it now gave Fatty an ominous premonition. Did something happen to the Jones family?

"Come on, come with me and take a look!" The fat man casually put on a cotton coat, waved to a few guards, and quickly walked down the stairs. His eyes glanced sharply at the frightened middle-aged nobleman in front of him, and he was stunned for a moment.

This is a stranger! Thinking of the possible bad situation, the fat man felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, and his fat white face immediately looked ferocious.

"Who are you?" the fat man asked sharply, slamming the ring on the table with his hand, and asked repeatedly, "How did you get this ring? How did you know I'm here?"

The fat man sat down on his seat, and his murderous tone almost made the middle-aged noble collapse to the ground.

Thinking that he was facing the powerful Duke of Falcon, the fat man who had just massacred more than 100,000 people in Kyoto, the timid middle-aged nobleman felt cramps in his calves, his head almost hit the ground, and his voice trembled.

"Here, this is what my master asked me to hand over. He is on the carriage outside now! But his body is not convenient for moving. He asked me to come to find you, sir!"

"Oh! Your master?" The fat man's face was slightly stunned. His trip this time was top secret. Only a few people can know, and there is only one person in the Jones territory except Crowley Mutt who went to mobilize the garrison.

"Could it be?" The fat man quickly stood up with a solemn expression and strode to the door. Sure enough, he saw a black carriage parked in a dark corner. On the armrest of the carriage, there was a trace of a blunt weapon.

"Pa" The fat man opened the door of the carriage himself without hesitation and saw a man sitting inside. A familiar figure. When he saw a bloody blanket covering the figure's legs, the fat man's eyes were red and he almost roared, "Damn it! Old man! What's going on with you?"

"Haha, damn fat man! You're still so impatient. Don't worry, I won't die yet!" An old voice came from the carriage, even though his figure looked very embarrassed. But there was still a hint of disapproval in his tone,

The mysterious old man stepped out of the carriage with the help of the fat man himself. He was the owner of this land, the father-in-law of the fat man, the old Duke Jones.

"This is my attendant Frederick!" Old Duke Jones sat down in the hall, pointed at the middle-aged nobleman with a pale face and introduced, "His father is my best friend.

, with a teasing smile on his face, as if he was not the one who was injured, and explained to the fat man, "I saw you coming this time, and I wanted to come and greet you in person. Unexpectedly, I was attacked by unknown forces on the road. It was Frederick who was driving desperately." The horse-drawn carriage escaped from the ambush.”

Old Duke Jones paused and said with a gloomy expression, "What a pity for those loyal guards who were accompanying me. They are all good people. In order to cover me, they turned their carriages sideways in the snow to block the pursuers. Now they only have to Afraid.

"Do you know who did it? Tell me, Samor's sword will let them know what blood debt means!" The fat man's face was terrifyingly cold, his five fingers were clenched, and his eyes were as red as a rabbit.

The Jones Territory is Samor's most important foothold in the north, and it is also an important rear base for this western campaign. The old Duke Jones was assassinated at this time, and the meaning of it targeting Samor was too obvious.

"If I'm not wrong, it should be my nephew Salunku." A trace of regret flashed across Duke Jones's face. He closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then said in a slow voice, "He has always been disgusted with the Samor garrison in Jones territory. in particular After he married the Hutak family of the Western Alliance in January, he has been encouraging me to leave Samor and join the Western Alliance! Because he once led the army to protect the territory, I have always tolerated his behavior, but I didn't expect him to do so! Really attack me!"

"I know that the Hutak family has always been an expansionist in the Western Alliance, advocating the establishment of an independent Western Kingdom, and is very resistant to external forces. But this time they offend me, they deserve to be unlucky."

The fat man's face was gloomy, he touched his chin with his hand, and suddenly stood up and ordered the guards behind him, "Immediately order the guards cavalry from the northern fortress to come to Laimiao! Samor's sword has not seen blood for a long time!"