Parker Dew's words were very resolute, and they also made Diana and others wake up. Yes, the city of Bartholomew has changed hands. It can be said that the city is no longer surnamed Ottore but Abraham, and when they perceived the other party's intentions, they did not make a real counterattack, but only blindly defended passively.

Of course, it's no wonder that they are prone to fall into blind spots in their thinking. And at this time, people are easy to drill the horns. On the contrary, it is easy to mess up good things. And Parker Dew's words were like an initiation, which gave them a new idea all of a sudden.

"Yes, we are the partners of justice. Why can't you fight back when you hit someone? What is the reasoning behind this? "Oh, of course. I secretly switched the concept of this sentence.

The squire brought a chair and sat Parker Dew. "How many people have been killed or wounded?"

"Fifteen, they were mostly in other neighborhoods. By the time we arrived, we had left only one corpse behind. However, these people were all killed by a single blow, and they were killed by the vital point. We just took a closer look, and we think that it should be not only those nobles who have made a move, but there may be other forces behind it that are making trouble or supporting. ”

Diana is a special existence among this group of people, so she is faintly the leader of everyone here. However, she is quick thinking and knows how to behave, so no one is not convinced.

"Fifteen, these nobles are really a bit excessive." Parker Dew's eyes were cold, at this moment, he was promoted to the lord of the hill lord, these people killed the people under him, didn't they just take them seriously?

Those nobles can forget the glory and qualities passed down by the sages. But as the ancient elves created by the ancient god Galen himself, they have never forgotten these excellent traditions.

"I am willing to protect my brothers and sisters forever,"

"I will not let my siblings suffer,"

"The weapon in my hand is always waved at the enemy,"

"The shield in my hand will always be the guardian of the faith,"

"We are the Elder Elves,"

"The world will praise our greatness,"

"The enemy repents at our feet,"

"Life is immortal, glory is eternal!"

This is the vow that every Elder Elf makes in front of the Clan Monument during their rite of passage, and they do so. In the coming years of expeditions, they have become warriors fighting on the front line for the sake of faith and the continuation of other races.

And at this moment, he is also shouldering the lives of these people, which is both glory and mission.

Parker Dew took over the names of the victims, and "the names of the fifteen were recorded in the form of a register, and the bereavement was to be handled by Lord Jarvis." And these 'debts' will also be paid by these nobles one by one. Didn't they say that we were in a hurry to take over the city? Then we'll show them urgently. ”

"Master Parker Dew, haven't we fallen into each other's trap like this? Isn't that exactly what the enemy wants us to do? Awani scratched his head in confusion, it looked like a stupid trick no matter how you look at it.

As Lance said, since these nobles dare to act so blatantly, they must have something behind them. Then we'll catch each other off guard. I'd like to see what the other person's back hand will be. You have to understand that the more cards your opponent plays at the moment, the safer you are. ”

……

On the other hand, several lords near Bartholomew City are also gathering to prepare for the next battle. The soldiers had been waiting outside the tent for a long time, and inside the tent, these lords who usually worked in their respective territories were like well-behaved kittens, and they all looked at a man at the top of the tent.

The man was missing an eye, and the hollow sockets were chilling, but the fact that this man was an emissary from Blumerta, especially to Archduke Louis Perchens, was enough to make them forget about it and become the object of their stammerings. Bartholomew is not a particularly wealthy place here, and there are not many big names on weekdays.

Now that the people who came claimed to be the messengers of the Archduke Louis Pöshings, and had letters to prove it, they were naturally respectful. In particular, the news they brought was what they wanted to hear, and they worked together to deal with the 'neighbor' who had risen strongly.

Yes, Raphael put a lot of pressure on them, especially the matter of Qiu Shanling. At first, they were able to prevaricate their cranky thoughts for some reason, but now that the fire was almost burning to their bodies, they had to pay attention to the 'neighbor''s every move.

If the Eve Wood Leader wants to send troops to attack, they still need to consider the difference in strength between the Evening Wood Leader and the various territories, but now having an extra Bartholomew City is equivalent to throwing a ball on the chessboard. And the messenger from Bloometta brought the news that they wanted to hear.

The name is simple, 'Anti-Raphael United Army'. Boxes of weapons were ensued, magic spears, enchanted equipment, and even magic scrolls and alchemical potions, and when they saw the goblin airship descending from the sky, they thought that some terrible otherworldly creature had appeared, and there were many jokes about it.

It's no wonder that the nobles in Bloometta laugh at them as 'mud aristocrats', and they are left far behind by others just for their knowledge.

"I think Archduke Louis Pechens will be very pleased to be able to gather you here. When the matter is done, the merits of all the people, Archduke Louis Peshings will not forget. This person's voice is unexpectedly thin, and it always gives people the feeling of a woman dressed as a man.

"We will certainly live up to the expectations of Archduke Louis Perchens." The lords stood up and responded, although they knew very well that they were being used as guns, but when the goal was the same, who cared if the gun was not a gun? Being able to get the outside forces to deal with a common enemy is undoubtedly a dream thing.

Besides, if it really has something to do with Archduke Louis Perchens because of this matter, it is completely blood-earned. There's really no reason to say no.

"My lord, what if Raphael Abraham returned to the realm? Will we be able to hold him back? "The same questions come from different people, some just share the same concerns.

"Rest assured, we have the right people to deal with this. All you need to do is capture the Hill Collar and the Yuki Collar is enough. We don't want anything in it, you can pick it up as you please. ”

……

Storm after storm, conspiracy after conspiracy, all revolve around the same person. Raphael Abraham, who was at the center of the storm, was not idle, sitting high on the top of the castle and enjoying the sunset.

"My lord, there's news from the spies." Behind him, a man in dark gray armor walked briskly, the armor glowing with his steps, looking like a burning iron furnace.

"Yes." Raphael withdrew his gaze and looked at the man behind him. This person was none other than the knight Duru who had followed Bartholomew City to attack Yukiling, and at this moment he seemed to have faded from his lead, and his resolute eyes and angular face made him look more like a handsome knight than a malnourished pauper.

Under his guidance, Duru obtained the inheritance of the Ash Knight in advance, so he has been practicing his combat skills in a nearby active volcano for the most recent time. Inheritance of this kind of thing is so wonderful, people who are not destined to meet do not know each other, and people who are destined will always approach slowly under the pull of fate.

Hanging on the side is the Emperor's Flame double sword, the two swords are very thick, the sword body is different from the ordinary sword, but like a cold saw, the sword body is flowing with strange characters, from time to time there is a flame to illuminate the text and then extinguish, the hilt of the sword is made of dragon scales, a dragon's mouth will bite the blade, it looks domineering, there is a feeling of swallowing mountains and rivers, it is indeed worthy of the name of the Emperor's Flame Double Sword.

"Duru, how was the cavalry team taught to you at that time?" Raphael asked as he skimmed through the messages on it.

"I'm sorry, sir. There were a number of soldiers who were not qualified enough, so I eliminated them. And ten of the remaining 21 people may not end up meeting the standard. Duru shook his head slightly, and he really couldn't bear to think of the serious training of those knights.

The Ash Knight, a special inheritance class of knights, has a very interesting setting. That is, to be able to build a cavalry team with the inheritors as a link. And this establishment is not without its benefits, the cavalry charges more aggressively, while also being able to increase the overall stats and stimulate special abilities. Therefore, there were many forces that sought careers in this area to enhance their strength.

"It's okay, you just pick the training you're happy with. As for those who have been brushed off, I will arrange their duties separately. The horses in the hill field cannot be spoiled in our hands. And with Luther's training of those monsters, your cavalry squad will definitely be able to exert real combat power at that time. ”

"Yes, sir."

It is undoubtedly not enough to have only the Pit Viper Legion and the Bauhinia Guard, the army needs to be diversified to be able to deal with different situations. Rangers, Scouts, Archers, Heavy Cavalry, these teams will shine at critical times. It's just that because the foundation is not enough, it is impossible to set up the relevant establishment.

However, Rafael believes that with Duroux's training, the situation will improve.

"It seems that our neighbors around us are really a little overwhelmed, and there are really many people who want me to disappear from this land. Goblin airship? This pomp and circumstance is really not small, is this to give me a dismount? And then I just want me to die? I just want to live well. Raphael squeezed the parchment in his hand and said disdainfully.

Do these guys really think that they can subdue him by such means? Isn't that a little too underestimating him? Bloomerta's 'old friends' are probably waiting to see their own jokes, such as an imperial upstart who can't even control his own territory. I guess if these guys really get their wish, they're afraid they're going to have to celebrate for a week.

"Do it to me? It just so happened that I didn't have a reason to make a move. It's really sleepy and someone sends pillows over, these guys are really not ordinary cute. Since it's a gift from an old friend, I'll take it. ”

……

In Bartholomew City, a revenge from Parker Dew is in full swing, a small group of mercenaries lurking in the alleys outside the aristocratic quarter, all covered in a veil, just like the killers last night. Leading the way is Milu, and the Half-Elf Ranger can undoubtedly play a greater role at this time.

"When you see the flare, you will see the flare, and when you see the flare, you will throw everything out of your hand. Have you memorized the retreat route? Milu lowered his voice as he made the final confirmations, and everyone nodded in understanding.

"Good, action."

At night, the aristocratic district is already lit up, and these nobles are dreaming of what kind of life they will live after seizing power, and they are already holding banquets in advance to celebrate. The guards did not dare to slack off and patrol inside, this is a job of idleness and fat on weekdays, but because of what happened last night, they had to be on full alert, for fear that something would happen and affect their families.

But tonight was not destined to be a good day for patrolling, and the mercenaries entered the noble quarter through the passages that had been arranged, and one by one they ran towards their intended goal, their speed and light steps, like black cats strolling leisurely in the night. These are all good hands selected from the mercenaries of Yuki Ryo.

A mercenary leaned on the dark side of a big tree very vigilantly, and after a while, a guard with a big black dog came slowly, the big black dog put his nose on the ground, sniffed hard, and the tail behind him shook with it. Suddenly, the big black dog seemed to sense something and raised his head to bark loudly.

But the mercenary was faster, and two blow arrows had already shot out of the woodpipes, and the speed was extremely fast, and they immediately hit the body of a man and a dog, on which there was a potion made of sleeping flowers ground into powder, because the amount was very large, the guard was ready to collapse backwards before he had time to react, and the big black dog shook his head, drooping his eyelids and looking like he couldn't sleep.

In order to be safe, the mercenary shot two more, and at the same time, with a quick step, he held the body of the guard, and threw it into the flowers beside him with the big black dog.

"Woohoo!"

When a firework emitting a dark red light rushed into the sky, in an instant, a very passionate drum song resounded in the aristocratic district......

(Thanks to the book friend Bucun for a tip of 10,000 starting coins, I really didn't expect to be able to have such a large reward.) ）