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Innad is an ancient city that has stood in the southern border of the Rhine Kingdom for hundreds of years.

Because it is located in the land transportation hub in the southeast of the Nabalon continent, a large number of caravans coming and going brought the city a thriving business opportunity that made the surrounding cities extremely eye-catching.

Every day, a large number of cloth, spices, novel mechanical creations with various functions and styles from the north, magic powder, magic ore alchemy materials from the south, and bulk grains from the east are traded in the market. The eleventh tax that the "black dogs" "exploited" from the merchants was enough for the city lord Innadali to support a city defense army of 200 people.

With [-] full-time professional soldiers, the Kingdom of the Rhine can be regarded as a military force that cannot be underestimated. For more than a hundred years, Inadoli has never been harassed by horse bandits that are inevitable in all border cities. The city defense army contributed a lot.

It is also because of this... The position of the Bartleis family's city lord has always been so stable. No matter how capable and background the consul (mayor) sent by the royal family, the supreme authority of Innad's leader has never been affected.

Of course, the lord of a mere place dared to intercept the big merchants to raise taxes and raise soldiers instead of obediently handing over all of them to the royal family. The Bartleys family must not be very pleasing to the royal family - obviously the size and number of people in the territory of Innadali can be counted. Earldom, but the royal family has always kept the title of the Bartles family at the level of the viscount. No matter how the Bartles family makes people active in the royal city, they refuse to nominate their family...

This kind of discord between the royal family and the local nobles is quite common in this world. Your Excellency, Viscount Bartleis, is not particularly out of the ordinary among the Rhine nobles; The seat would embarrass him... But at least in the territory of Inadili, this viscount is still the unique "king".

"So - the servant of Count Otis' nephew, escorted by a group of Westham militiamen, fled to the city to report that Count Otis' nephew was attacked by a group of ... moving skeletons? In Sturm Town?"

The well-maintained fat face of the contemporary Viscount Bartleis, Adela III, showed a suspicious expression of "you seem to be teasing me", squinted his eyes, and stared at the magistrate displeased.

"The servant gave the name of Earl Otis, and showed the gold-plated envelope with the family seal of the Otis family... I think there should be such a thing. Besides... except for the servants, those who threatened The militiamen in Sturm also said the same, and they all claimed that many undead attacked Westham in the early hours of this morning." The sheriff said not very confidently.

Villagers are afraid of the resurrected dead, but as long as they have a little understanding of dark knowledge, they will know that the undead are just a kind of undead creatures who are ignorant and without intelligence.

The people attacked by the undead did not do bad things to cause the dead to retaliate, but were attacked by the black magician.

This is also a strange place... A high-level black magician who can control the army of the undead mobilizes a crowd to attack the town, with the purpose of kidnapping an earl's nephew?

If it is said that the mercenary group, short of money, wanted to make some money and took away this unlucky man, the sheriff would believe that a high-level black magician who can drive a large number of undead to attack the town at the same time... is really unbelievable It’s even more ridiculous than a knight in heavy armor riding a golden horse into a shepherd’s house and robbing black bread—a nephew who doesn’t even have a decent bodyguard, can run around the world with just a few servants, and is precipitously not in the line of succession, Which earl family can't pull out a hundred!

Based on the experience of the magistrate, he was more inclined that the earl's nephew was trapped for some unseemly reason, and he had nothing to do with Westham's militia. The nephew was rescued to tell such a big lie...

The corners of Adela III's mouth dropped, obviously displeased.

His displeasure had nothing to do with the loyal servant who ran for help for his master (a servant who lied to save his master was considered a noble man in the eyes of the nobles), but because the town of Westham had just humiliated him.

A day ago, Westerm sold a white glove whose owner had lost power, acquiescing to another white glove with a backer who plundered the property that others had been operating for many years.

This kind of thing is normal and nothing surprising, but when the incident happened, the people of the Sun Church watched the whole process, and those Kenyans with high eyesight questioned his ability to control Innad's collar as the city lord. This made Adela III very unhappy.

The people from the Sun Church just came to the City Lord's Mansion yesterday to satirize the public security issue of Innad's collar, and today they heard that there was another accident in Westem's side. It's no wonder that Adela III is in a good mood.

"What's going on?" Adela III said dissatisfiedly.

"I was going to ask you for instructions, should I ask the city defense army to send some people to Westham to check the situation?" The sheriff must not dare to say that he was also uncertain, and quickly kicked the ball out.

Westem is not far from Innadali City, and the distance of [-] kilometers (the preceding typo is [-] kilometers, which is corrected here) has repaired the town road, and the city defense army will be dispatched at noon, and they will be able to arrive in the afternoon.

Adela III did not respond immediately, but touched the neatly trimmed beard on the upper and lower lips with his fat and short fingers, and after pondering for a while, said: "Speaking of which, the cavalry regiment of the Lieyang Church is for I came to the southern border after chasing the 'Nightmare Butcher'." After a pause, Adela III said expressionlessly, "Have someone tell the Church of the Sun that the Nightmare Butcher they were chasing seems to have appeared in Westham. Assaulted an earl's nephew."

The people of the Sun Church like to chase the black mage so much, just let them go—as for whether it was the black mage who attacked Westem and helped the earl's nephew away, and if it is really a black mage, is it a legendary nightmare? Butcher, Adela III doesn't care... He only said "suspected", even if it turns out not to be, what does it matter to him?

The magistrate hesitated for a moment, wanting to say that it was the town under the jurisdiction of Innad Liling after all... Seeing that Adela III was staring at him displeasedly, he quickly bowed and answered: "Yes, Your Excellency."

Coming out of the City Lord's Mansion, the magistrate sent someone to report to Lieyang Church with a complicated expression.

"—Three, you are too willful."

This is the sigh that the magistrate dared not tell his wife and could only hide in his heart.

Adela III, who grew up in the royal city, did not like Innadri.

He hates squatting in this "countryside place" for a long time to deal with trivial matters. He always talks about the prosperity and dignity of the royal city, and always yearns to return to the royal city, the real core of wealth and power in the Rhine Kingdom.

This made the magistrate who once served Adela II feel very sad-if there was no Innad standing collar as the backing, if it were not for the territory with this prosperous business and a strong army enough to resist the border horse thieves, the king's city Prosperity, dignity, power and honor, what does it have to do with the third king who only has the title of viscount?

From the standpoint of a magistrate, naturally he doesn't have the courage to speak out... He has no doubt at all, if he dares to pierce the inflated vanity that came from nowhere, he will definitely be dismissed from his position and driven back to the countryside Manor pension.

On the other side, after receiving the news from the operatives of the public security station... the white-robed priest of the local church of the Sun Church, and the head of the cavalry regiment of the court looked at each other in dismay.

"What is this city lord thinking?" The leader frowned. "When my people came back from Westham yesterday, they didn't hear anything about black magicians."

After a pause, the head of the group, who had seen the despicable virtues of many rural nobles, frowned and guessed: "Could it be that Westem disobeyed the fat pig city lord, and that damned guy wanted to kill someone with a knife?"

The white-robed priest is also a little hesitant... He has stayed in Inadoli for more than ten years, and based on his understanding of the short-sighted and stupid III, it's not like that fat pig can't do this kind of thing...

After thinking about it, the white-robed priest suggested: "Send two teams to take a look. No matter what the third king wants to do, we will continue to track down the Nightmare Butcher."

The leader thought for a moment, stood up and said, "I'll take someone there myself. Westem is very close to Sorensen. Maybe we can really get news about the Nightmare Butcher there."

The cavalry regiment had spent several days in Inadoli, and had lost interest in this small inland town, which was relatively buoyant except for its commercial activities. The head of the regiment asked the knights to sign up voluntarily, and quickly pulled out two teams and left the city as a whole. .

The Chengmen avenue is as congested as ever, small vendors entering and leaving the city to sell goods, caravans arguing endlessly with the city gate officials over the city gate tax on goods, farmers doing odd jobs, civilians visiting relatives...even if everyone is involved The Cavalry Regiment of the Inquisition, with tall horses and wearing the uniform armor of the Church of the Unified Sun, was also overcrowded.

After finally leaving the city, the head of the regiment ordered everyone to mount their horses, and the whole army set off——

Then the captain himself slipped on the stirrup and almost got under the horse's belly.

The others couldn't care less about laughing at the head's gaffe, and all stared in the same direction dumbfounded...

Not far from these church knights, in the endless line... there were two people mixed in.

Both rode horses of modest quality, and both wore robes and hooded cloaks.

The two people who were waiting to enter the city behind a caravan were talking in low voices, but when they saw the conspicuous church knights, they naturally looked at them.

One of them... even smiled at the knights of the Sun Church as if seeing an old acquaintance.

"Isn't this Captain Walton? It's been a while."

Captain Walton held onto the saddle to stand firm, and stared at the other side dumbfounded...

His black hair with a shawl was well-groomed, smooth, fresh and smooth, his chin was shaved so that no stubble could be seen, his complexion was rosy and full, and the robe under the cloak was also clean, with only a little dust from the journey.

This bastard black magician, how can he even see the slightest sign of fleeing in a panic? !

This guy didn't run away at all? ?

wrong!

Why did this guy appear here in a grand manner? !

Captain Walton suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately stretched his hands to his waist.

Yang Qiu, who was sitting on the horse, didn't move, looking at him leisurely.

Captain Walton did not draw out his sword, nor did he immediately order the soldiers to encircle and suppress the bastard that the Church of the Sun had been chasing for many years.

This is a crowded city gate!

Siege a black magician here, no matter whether he can be caught or not, he will definitely cause a lot of casualties!

Captain Walton doesn't care how many non-Kenyan citizens die, but the city lord of Inadari does; no matter how stupid or short-sighted that fat pig is, he will definitely fight him forever.

Captain Walton sat on the horse with a livid face, gestured to his regiment members, held the sword hilt, turned the horse's head, and led the people to surround him.

"Is this a welcome ceremony? It's an overwhelming enthusiasm." Yang Qiu was still unmoved, and even smiled, "In that case, I will reluctantly let you escort me for a ride, Captain Walton. "

As he said that, he really greeted his friends who were traveling with him. The two pulled the reins respectively, came out of the team entering the city, and took the initiative to enter the encirclement of the cavalry regiment...

Captain Walton's face became even uglier.

"What are you thinking of?"

"As you can see, enter the city." Yang Qiu waved his hand, "Turn the horse's head around, no matter what schedule you have, please enter the city with me first."

Captain Walton: "..."

Solar Knights: "..."

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" Captain Walton's face almost twisted.

Yang Qiu glanced at him, took the initiative to send Ma Yu to the side of the regiment leader, and said with a smile, "Of course...to save your life."

"Do you know the knights of the referee, how many leaders saw me as the last person they saw before their death?"

"Yang." Superintendent Rowell called out helplessly to stop this guy's crazy provocation.

Yang Qiu smiled and nodded to Superintendent Rowell, then smiled at Captain Walton: "My companions don't like the way I speak, let me put it another way...you are still young, Walton, and you are still young." A chance to learn a different way of doing things, without having to be as rigid as those people whose brains are more rigid than mine before my age."

Before Walton could not bear the humiliation and ran away, Yang Qiu added slowly: "As an old opponent, this old man is very aware of the tricks played by the referee... 20 years ago, those who even stayed in the Holy Land had to carry sealed items with them to increase their sense of security. The old guys have already given up on chasing me, and keep letting you church knights who can quickly replenish me pester me endlessly, just wanting to use your lives to put pressure on me, hoping that I will lose control by myself."

Walton, who was on the verge of running wild, felt as if he had been roughly stuffed into a bone-chilling ice cellar, and he froze instantly.

The more than 20 church knights who half surrounded Yang Qiu and Rowell were also stunned.

Yang Qiu wasn't talking nonsense, those lunatics in the referee could indeed do such a thing.

And they were indeed on the verge of success—passing through the woods by chance, and before being captured by the tentacles of the ancient gods that once anchored him, Yang Qiu was already struggling on the verge of collapse, and they all took the initiative to go to the grave of the fallen in the Sorensen Mountains Ran……

"It was 20 years ago that the last priest died at my hands. In the whole 20 years, the court only sent cavalry to hunt down a lunatic like me who can even successfully invade the Holy Land Seal... You really are a little bit Haven't you ever doubted me?" Yang Qiu smiled cordially and made up the last knife.

After a pause, Yang Qiu let go of the reins, and stretched out his hand to Walton: "Countries with bloody feuds no longer have family assets and can sit down and negotiate even in the most intense war confrontation. I think this is the best solution for smart people to deal with disputes. What do you think, Captain Walton?"

Half an hour later, the Church of the Burning Sun Church.

"Huh? Walton—ah!"

The white-robed priest resting in the prayer room, the moment he saw Yang who followed Walton into the door, jumped up suddenly as if his buttocks had been stabbed hard, and instinctively took two steps back.

Captain Walton, who opened the door himself, saw the priest's reaction... His face became more and more ugly.

"It's not the first time to see me, a wanted criminal from the mainland, screaming and killing. I can take this as respect for me." Yang Qiu smiled and walked over to Walton and walked into the prayer room. Sit down on the long wooden chair, "It's our first meeting... I'm Yang, and this is my friend, Charlie Rex."

Sitting next to Yang, inspector Lowell rolled his eyes at Yang Qiu indifferently, and bowed his head slightly to the white-robed priest.

White-robed priest: "??"

The old priest, who couldn't understand what happened at all, looked blankly at Walton who led him in.

Although he was called a "young man" by Yang... But Walton is not young anymore, he is already in his 40s.

Having lived to this age, it is obviously impossible for Walton to be like people in their 30s and [-]s who can ignore it when they get hot-headed, and even if they have nowhere to vent their anger, they can still hold back their temper and maintain their appearance. : "The Nightmare Butcher wants to negotiate."

"Negotiation?!" The white-robed priest looked confused.

Yang Qiu raised his hand and raised two fingers.

"You have two choices, monk."

"One, sternly scold Captain Walton for betraying the Church of the Burning Sun, personally end up fighting me on the spot, and use your life to humiliate Walton who tried to make peace with the enemy, that is, me; two, praise Captain Walton Sacrifice my ego to achieve the overall situation, in order not to let more church knights use up my hands meaninglessly, I would rather bear the burden of humiliation and bear the accusation of betrayal than try to reconcile."

The white-robed priest opened his mouth half-opened as if in a daze, unable to speak for a long time...

It's not a big deal for the young Lengtouqing. No matter which plane they are in, this kind of people who have only lived for 30 or [-] years are willing to sacrifice their lives for the reason that they think they are awesome. It's cool for them to save face with their lives.

For people who have lived to a certain age, it is not a problem at all... Face is in front of fate, what is it?

In front of Yang, the executioner who personally slaughtered many senior priests of the Lieyang Church, the white-robed priest didn't even dare to pretend to be "forced" by taking Joe, and only struggled for a few seconds before sitting down silently.

"What do you want to talk about?" the white-robed priest said as sternly as possible.

"Partial peace." Yang Qiu said calmly, "Keep friendship and peace within the territory of Innadali. Outside Innadali, you can continue to be hostile to me."

The white-robed priest once again opened his mouth in a daze...

Even Captain Walton, who believed Yang Qiu's words and brought him in, looked confused.

"It's impossible to really talk about peace." Yang Qiu smiled, "The hawkish politicians in many countries are always brave enough to call for war. The biggest reason is that these politicians don't have to be on a battlefield where they may encounter enemies at any time. Soldiers Without death, politicians can always have the confidence to continue fighting, can't they?"

This is very shrimp and pig heart...

Walton's face turned green when he heard it, and the white-robed priest's face turned pale when he heard it...

Yang Qiu leaned forward, approached the pale-faced priest in white robes, and said plainly: "The old man is standing in Inad, and Inad is a battlefield for both of you and me. Those of us who fight on the front line hope for peace, It doesn't really need the consent of the people in the 'rear'. To protect oneself, people act out of conscience and do things that lie to others. I think this reason is quite just, what do you think?"

The white-robed priest's face changed again and again. After thinking and thinking, he said bravely, "It's not as easy as you think. It's not just Walton's cavalry that's chasing you."

"You can send them to Westham to look for me, just remember to report in advance." Yang Qiu said generously, "Of course, you can rest assured, monk, since I offered to keep peace with you in Inad's territory, I will I will definitely fulfill my promise—the old man will not take their lives, and send back as many people as they want.”

People can definitely be put back, equipment, weapons, horses, etc... After all, players are obsessed with equipment, weapons and mounts, and Yang Qiu, the "lord NPC", can't force the players to return them. .

The white-robed monk couldn't help turning his gaze to Walton.

Walton did not speak and remained silent.

That's right, the Inquisition is full of fanatics, fanatics who can dedicate everything to the instructions of the priests.

But...these crazy fanatics leave their hometown to pursue the enemy all over the mainland. In rewarding and giving back work, how much of that madness can be left is actually a very suspicious thing...

In the most difficult years of the Huaxia Kingdom on earth, those who were able to stand firm on the secret front for decades relied on their great and lofty beliefs, their enthusiasm for changing the world, and their belief in changing the sun, the moon, and the sky for their compatriots.

Hunting down a black magician who once invaded the Holy Land and desecrated the church can indeed be regarded as a pursuit of justice, but... how noble is it?

After discovering that he is just a consumable that can be replenished at any time, how much fanaticism can he maintain?

Humans are inherently selfish creatures. Even if they can give up selfishness and selfishness at a certain stage in their life, it does not mean that they will give up their self-interested talent.

The white-robed priest couldn't say anything to accuse Walton of being selfish, because...he himself had already left the so-called fanatic period. Selfishness has been embraced.

Not to mention... the Nightmare Butcher, who can come and go freely even to the Holy Land, and even kills a lot of senior priests, is sitting in front of the two of them.

"Then... what do you want, Black Mage." The white-robed priest said hoarsely.

Proactively asking the price is the priest's way of expressing compromise.

"Just some small requests." Yang Qiu smiled happily, "My friend Charlie Rex is the illegitimate son of a Viscount of the Rhine Kingdom..."

Rowell, who was sitting next to him, supervised, with an indifferent expression, it was a bleak life without love.