"City Lord?" Raphael inevitably had a puzzle in his heart, he naturally couldn't know this city lord. Otherwise, he would not have been so poor in the first place, so what would be the purpose of this person looking for himself?

Because you killed those nobles? No, it shouldn't be. If that were the reason, the cavalry commander wouldn't have been silent yesterday. So what else is there for him to be worthy of this city lord to come to him? Raphael pondered for a moment whether or not to go to this feast.

Archduke Louis Perchens found his own reason, he was able to speculate. But the reason why this city lord is looking for himself is a little unpredictable!

"Lead the way." However, believing that his strength is not weak, Raphael still wants to see why this city lord is looking for him.

"Yes, Master Magician." The guys nodded hurriedly, this young magician was really hard to see, and they didn't want to offend this killing god rashly. Raphael's fame spread with his slaughter in the harbor, and titles such as executioner and butcher were already placed on his head. Especially Raphael's unexpected attack just now, which deepened the awe of several people towards him!

Each of them whistled, and five horses came running from a distance. In fact, Raphael really didn't notice them at first, the first thing he noticed was these five horses, they had been hanging far behind him, Raphael began to use his mental power to pay attention to the situation around him and then found them, so these five people were not unjustly defeated!

However, this is also thanks to Raphael's clear ears and eyes, and his divine power strengthens his six senses, giving him the agility of a wanderer and the excellent perception of a ranger, otherwise he really wouldn't have noticed the traces of these guys!

Without saying a word, Raphael led them into a wooded area where the sound of sawing wood could be heard, and along the way there were some residents in thick cotton clothes, carrying felled logs to it. Raphael looked at them and saw that these guys were a very ordinary group of civilians, not warriors dressed up.

The fellows did not overreact to the horses they had done as the civilians in the harbor of St. Helier, but looked up at them, saluted a little, and then went on with the business at hand. Led by the five, they continued along the road, aiming for a camp surrounded by thick logs, a lumberyard to be exact.

They split into teams and pulled the huge saws from side to side, and whenever the wood fell, one of them would go behind and push the log forward. The weather is getting colder and colder, and the supply of timber must keep up, otherwise the inhabitants of the city will not be able to live in peace! After all, you can bear it without food, and you will freeze to death the next day without wood in a winter night!

The five men led Raphael to a small log cabin on the side, where several big sawy men looked at them and continued to do the work at hand.

"Please come in, this is the passage to the City Lord's Mansion." The guy who had invited Raphael pushed the door open, and fumbled under the bed for a while, when he heard the sound of gears snapping, and a passage appeared from the middle of the room. It seems that this city lord is quite meticulous, he is now in a high-profile state, if he blatantly goes to the city lord's mansion, he will definitely be noticed by someone with a heart, there have been several groups of peepers on the way to the road before being killed by these five people, the method is okay, and the aftermath is handled very properly, obviously often do this kind of thing.

Raphael walked into the staircase, the passage was dry, the air was fresh, and there were magic lamps around it, and there were some traps inside. This design is fine for those who don't know how to do it, but it's child's play in front of Raphael. The passage was quite long, and it took about fifteen minutes to walk, and the leader tapped lightly on the stone wall.

Walking out of it, I took a look at it, this should be in the back garden of the city lord's mansion, there is a canopy on it, but the temperature inside it seems more suitable, and there are many flowers that have not withered because of this. Walking through the hallway, there were already three people waiting in it. One of them appeared to be younger, about twenty-five, while the other two looked much older, both in their fifties.

The young man had a handsome face, light blue hair, his eyebrows were straight as if two sharp swords were hanging on them, and below him were a pair of slightly dark brown eyes, his gaze looked very divine and full of majesty, and the contours of his face were like a knife. Such a appearance gives people a strong impression, not to mention his own restrained but noble atmosphere. Show that his identity is good!

Raphael immediately recognized the identity of this guy, the eldest son of Ottore XI, Dybala Ottore. This is a commander who is nicknamed a part-time prince by players! Because his commander's talent is very good, he is one of the top five guys in Commandery Ottore! But in politics, he is not bad at all, he is already the real power of the empire at a young age! Although this is related to Ottore XI's desire to expand the influence of the royal family, it cannot hide his own light in the slightest!

In one month, he pacified all the nobles who opposed him in his territory, assassinated, threatened, and killed, making him a sharp blade to deter other nobles with real power! Moreover, the territory occupied by Dybala Ottore is still the richest Felix Hills in the empire, which can be said to be a big breath for the Ottore royal family!

This area has been occupied by many powerful nobles for hundreds of years, and has always been cited as a place of shame for the royal family of Ottore! Because the original owner of this was the Ottore royal family!

This took over as the commander of Reed Fortress when Laurie Michael died because of the dark elves splitting the relationship between the nobility and the royal family, and once blocked the counterattack of the Ice Nation!

At the beginning, many players once said that if Ottore XI could pass the throne to Dybala Ottore early, maybe the situation would be quite reversed! It was only in the first ten years of his demise that Ottore XI entered a state of tyrant. It is precisely because of this that the decay and destruction of the empire have been accelerated!

"Hello, Viscount Raphael Abraham." Dybala Ottore spoke, a very bold smile on his face, an unpretentious look.

"Hello, Your Highness Dybala." Raphael nodded slightly, but he didn't quite understand why the other party called him Viscount.

"Presumptuous, since you know that your Royal Highness Dybala is in front of you, you actually don't kneel down and salute?!" A strong, tall man with a rough face and a beard with sideburns stepped out of one side, as if he was unhappy with Raphael's rudeness! As he spoke, his hand grabbed Raphael's shoulder directly, as if he wanted to press his body down!

"Retreat ......" Dybala Ottore just wanted to say the word retreat, but it was too late, when he saw a burst of power on Raphael's body, a wave of magic came out of his body and rushed towards the man, and the man's strong body rushed backwards as if there was nothing, flying out of a distance of dozens of meters in a row!

An indescribable oppressive force echoed in this small room, reflecting the surprised eyes of some people! Dybala Ottore rose from his chair and, with a flick of his hand, the two forces collided, and the scene returned to what it had been before, as if it had been the same as it had been in the previous conversation.

"Seventh Order!" Feeling the power in Dybala Ottore, Rafael made a judgment. The other party calmly turned away the momentum on his body, proving that he was stronger than himself, and at the same time showing that he had no ill will towards himself. Otherwise, the other party will be able to subdue himself in one fell swoop just now!

"You know me?" Dybala Ottore looked a little curious, he didn't expect Raphael to recognize him at a glance. After all, it was the first time I had met Raphael.

"I've seen it before, but His Highness didn't pay attention to it." Of course, Raphael was once a minor commander under Dybala Ottore.

"Really? Then it seems that I really don't have the vision to listen to it, and I actually let go of such a demonic genius. Dybala Ottore shook his head slightly, looking very pitiful.

"It looks like Your Highness has investigated me." Hearing Dybala Ottore say this, Raphael knew that his foundation had been roughly known by the prince in front of him, knowing himself and his opponent, and he would not be defeated in a hundred battles. This is the means by which the prince can always achieve victory, and as a former subordinate, Raphael naturally understands it.

"Well, I know a little bit about it. The prophet of Bartholomew City, the savior of Port Ibrahim, the apprentice magician from a few months ago and the sixth-order magician from now. I have to say that everything makes me feel very curious. "Dybala Ottore did investigate himself, but all he found was trivial matters, which were harmless.

"Compared to His Highness, I am much worse." Raphael smiled, deftly avoiding Dybala Ottore's questioning.

"It's over, compared to Raphael. I'm a lot worse. Seeing that Raphael was not making progress, Dybala Ottore gave up on the matter. After all, everyone has some secrets, and digging too deep will only make the promising magician in front of him angry, he doesn't want to make enemies with Raphael, otherwise there is no need to meet him.

And Raphael also guessed why the other party called himself the viscount, it should be that when the city lord of Bradley returned to the imperial capital, he told what happened 'as it was', and he was rewarded. After all, the credit for defending a city is not small, and it is very small to be promoted by one level, mainly because no one has made a point for themselves, otherwise they can at least reach the level of an earl!

It seems that this Bradley City Lord knows how to be a man, and he can pull him when he has the chance! Because even if he doesn't give his credit, there is no problem, the other party is selling himself a favor, and this city lord is also shrewd!

Since Rafael didn't want to talk more, Dybala Ottore also staggered the topic, "Introduction, this is Myron Kellogg." As he spoke, the old man sitting on the chair on the left got up, this man had a majestic face, his eyes were not big, and his slight squint always gave people a sinister feeling! Myron Kellogg, a skilled strategist in the Ottore Empire, has led several very difficult wars, and most of the wars in his life have been fought by fewer people over more people! Appointed as the royal strategist of the Ottore royal family!

At the beginning, this person was killed by Ottore XI because of a defeat in a battle, but he did not expect to see the deity here. Raphael couldn't help but look twice, "Hello, Your Excellency Fox." "Fox, that's Myron Kellogg's name. This shows that this man is as cunning as a fox, and it is always difficult for his opponents to guess what kind of tricks he will use. Raphael remembered that this was still a fanatical believer in the goddess of strategy, the Red Knight, and the establishment of the Red Knight Temple in the imperial capital was inseparable from him!

"Hello, Lord Raphael." Myron Kellogg opened her eyes and nodded to him slightly, apparently knowing who he was. I just don't know why this guy suddenly came to the harbor of St. Helier, is there going to be a war in this vicinity?

"And this is the lord of St. Helier's harbor, Joshuel Kitts." The city lord sitting on the right immediately stood up and greeted Raphael with a smile on his face.

Everyone sat down in the main and secondary positions, and Raphael was the first to speak, "Your Highness shouldn't have come to St. Helier Harbor for a vacation this time, right?" Raphael guessed something, but he wasn't sure.

"Of course, as for the reasons. Raphael, you can guess. Dybala Ottore nodded, then looked at Raphael.

"Because of Archduke Louis Perchens?" If anyone first saw that Archduke Louis Perchens had bad intentions, it should be His Royal Highness the prince in front of him, because he made the relevant arrangements early. It's a pity that the building is about to collapse, how can the strength of one or two people stop it?

"Huh?!" Dybala Ottore didn't expect Raphael to say such an answer, and his eyes burst into a burst of light, looking a little surprised. Looking at Raphael again, there was a look of sympathy in his eyes that a hero had seen!

"That's right, this time I came here for this batch of 'heavy treasures' of Archduke Louis Pershings. Reports from my men say that Archduke Louis Perchens has been making a lot of small moves in the East lately, and tracing the source has led me to find out here. So I'm a little interested in what these treasures are! Dybala Ottore said out loud without hesitation, and the two people next to him listened to Dybala Ottore's voice, and they both looked thoughtful, and it seemed that they had already discussed it before they came!