The Wizard’s Way Home

　　 Three days later, Earl Kilian invited all the powerful aristocrats of Harrez to attend a banquet in his mansion to discuss the tax quota for next year.

　　 There is no doubt about him in every family. Because this kind of thing happens once a year. Although it is a bit earlier this year, it is also expected. Therefore, various noble families have sent the principals of their families to attend the banquet.

　　 Under the night, in the city of Harritz.

　　The commoners who have been tired for a day are exhausted, and with a poor salary, they bought some simple food that is only enough to eat and share with their families. After eating a fairly warm meal, he curled up in a humble house, hoping to have a full meal tomorrow.

　　 The town guards who had been on duty for a day and some guards who came here with the caravan walked into various taverns in twos and threes. Drinking cheap rye, bragging about rumors heard from others, making nasty jokes with each other, and then flirting with the snarling orioles in the tavern.

　　 If the price is right, these people will open a room in the hotel to live in. Then he left his own money bag that was not rich.

　　 As for those aristocratic teenagers and the children of wealthy merchants, they are doing the same thing in more advanced places, but they are more "civilized".

As for the real power figures in this city, they are all gathered in the mansion of Count Killian, enjoying a variety of rare delicacies, playing with the beautiful maids around him, and talking loudly about Harritz next year. The profit split.

Earl Kilian, who was sitting in the first place, slowly played with the wine glass in his hand, and looked at the talkative nobles below with disdain, thinking about how many of these nobles will be left after tonight, and the property they left behind. How to allocate.

　　 "Thanks to the God of Destiny, let the master find me first, otherwise I will be like the lost lambs below, and I have entered the slaughterhouse without knowing it." Count Kilian gratefully said secretly.

　　 At this time, a knight hurried over. This person with great knight strength was an attendant who stayed beside Kenan and obeyed Kenan's orders.

　　 The knight hurriedly whispered a few words to Earl Kilian, and Earl Kilian immediately raised his eyebrows. He quietly gave a few words to the knight, and the knight who received the order hurriedly backed out.

　　 Clang, clang, clang.

　　 Count Killian tapped the crystal wine glass with a silver spoon, and the noisy hall slowly quieted down. The nobles who were talking to each other put down their wine glasses one after another and looked at Earl Kilian who was sitting on the main seat, not knowing what he was going to say.

Seeing everyone’s attention focused on himself, Earl Kilian slowly stood up, "You nobles of the Kingdom of Gordon, masters of the city of Harritz. You are distributing the benefits of the kingdom unevenly. Are you dissatisfied? Are you still worried about the heavy kingdom tax? Are you still arguing about one or two trade routes? Are you still arguing about one or two shops? Don't you feel ashamed of your behavior? Your own identity? From today on we will not be arrogant for a little profit. Tonight, we will usher in the greatest change in history. And Harritz City will also usher in a great new life, please follow us Our co-owner, Your Excellency Kenan."

　　 "What, Kylian, are you crazy? You are a betrayal of the kingdom." The red-faced Count Corinth stood up, and in terms of strength, he was only slightly worse than Count Kilian. The two often fought openly and secretly, usually if Kylian approves, he will definitely oppose it. This kind of incomprehensible behavior of dismantling each other is commonplace among the nobles.

　　 "Killian, if you are willing to surrender your casino, I will pretend to have never heard of anything." At this time, an elderly man with silver hair and Chinese clothes, who was nearly 60 years old, stood up. He is the third largest power in the city of Harritz, Earl Dunjar.

　　Earl Dengjiaer is already sixty years old, but in terms of strength, he is considered the highest among the aristocratic circles of Harritz. Coupled with his fifty armored guards, he was able to secure his position as the third giant in the city of Harrez.

　　 At this time, some little nobles in the hall also stood up one after another to respond to their boss. Condemn Earl Kilian together.

　　 Count Killian was not angry either, he just looked at the faces condemning him with a smile, as if to remember their faces. However, if anyone who is familiar with Earl Kilian sees this at this time, he will find that Earl Kilian looks at everyone like the eyes of a dead person.

　　 The nobles in the hall also have a lot of thoughtful people. They know that Earl Kilian has been able to sit on the throne of Harritz for many years and he must have his own uniqueness. Count Kilian dared to say this kind of rebellious words in front of everyone, he must have his own backing, so he was not in a hurry to bet, and he was ready to see the development of the situation.

　　 This is, a burst of substantive coercion came from the outside, and many aristocrats with poor strength were overwhelmed to the ground and unable to move. Only Earl Dungar relied on his tyrannical strength to barely kneel on the ground to support it.

　　Killian and others who were deliberately let go, knelt down and saluted immediately, "I have seen Lord Kenan, but his subordinates are not doing well, please forgive me."

　　 Kenan snorted softly, "You can't do a little thing, what's the use? Next time you play this kind of cleverness, you can kill yourself. At least there will be a happy way to die."

　　 Kenan's words made the cold sweat on Earl Killian's head. Count Kilian lowered his head deeply. Kenan's glance just now gave Kilian the illusion of being in the abyss of hell, and his sweat soaked through the costume he was wearing.

　　 Ignoring the horrified Earl Kilian, Kenan withdrew the mental coercion he exerted, "If you are willing to submit to me, please stand beside Count Kilian."

　　 This is also a small technique for questioning. In this way, you can also pick out people who are really flexible and smart. As for those wall grasses that follow the trend, Kenan doesn't need it. Instead of keeping them pulling their own hind legs, it is better to take advantage of this opportunity to tidy up. In this way, more resources can be spent on the formation of an army, instead of a group of wastes that only eat, drink and have fun.

　　 Many nobles looked at each other, looking at each other, not knowing what to do, many nobles turned their eyes to their bosses. Count Collins and Count Dengjar who felt many inquiring gazes were a little at a loss at this time. Years of experience told them that the person in front of them was strong and invincible. However, many years of aristocratic life made them accustomed to caressing, bargaining, and exchanging benefits. It is impossible for them to surrender in vain and surrender what they have.

　　 At this time, the most powerful Earl Dengjiaer stood up, "This lord,"

　　 "You have ten seconds to think about it."

　　 "My lord, we"

"Nine"

　　 "My lord, please listen to me"

"Eight"

　　 At this time, a few nobles who were not standing in line immediately got up and ran behind Count Kilian. Count Kilian's face showed a pitiful look, I don't know if it is a pity that he has lost a share of assets.

"seven"

　　 Part of the nobles were inspired and ran over, and the other part stood up, but the boss who looked at him retreated.

　　 "The time is up, let's accept the trial."

　　 "My lord, you said it for ten seconds."

　　 What answered him were hundreds of shining, crescent-like blades.