"Murder! Killed! ”

The screams of the guests at the gate of the 'manor' were one after another - they finally saw the lifeless corpses lying on the ground.

These people, who are decent on weekdays, are pale and trembling.

Dean glanced at the men and didn't go any further—these guys weren't a good thing, but they weren't a capital offense compared to the people he was really dealing with.

However, capital sins can be avoided, but living sins cannot be escaped.

"Tie them up!"

Dean said.

Suddenly, the soldiers behind him rushed over like wolves, and the people were tied up, and the tax collector seemed to want to remind him, but in the end his lips moved, and he didn't say anything.

Lauder has seen it very clearly by now.

The Lord of Zelgan in front of him is definitely a character between an executioner and a madman, to the left is the executioner, and to the right is the madman.

And when you walk in the middle, it's both.

Such a character, Lauder would never come close on weekdays, but now?

It seems that it is too late!

A feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to cry spread throughout Lauder's whole body - because Lauder knew very well that even with Dean's guarantee, he was finished.

Yes, Earl Holsh, Mott. Karl and Bosa weren't going to trouble him.

But what about the others?

What about those implicated this time?

Look at these tied up gentlemen!

When he faced the Lord Zelgan, he was scared to the core. Obediently tied up. And when facing him. It's a vicious look.

I really wasn't involved!

Lauder roared loudly in his heart.

However, this does not change the status quo at hand.

"You stay here! Lauder, you're in charge of this place for the time being, and write down their names! ”

Dean said.

Hearing Dean's order, Lawde, who had been thinking about how to clear up the relationship, suddenly really wanted to cry, and he said tremblingly: "Lord, lord." I ......"

"What's wrong with you?"

Dean turned his head and looked at Lauder with a calm look in his eyes.

"Nothing! I will definitely complete the task successfully! ”

Faced with that calm, seemingly emotionless look, Lauder replied cleanly.

If you refuse, you will die now!

Lauder clearly felt the message.

Dead now? Or do you want to die later?

Lauder undoubtedly chose the latter.

Gritting his teeth, Lauder took charge of the place - he walked up to the gentlemen, met the unkind eyes, beat the drum in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Tell me your names and addresses!" ”

"Lauder, you guy!"

"I won't let you go, Lauder!"

In the face of such a roar. The gentlemen who had been tied up yelled.

"Don't let me go? Okay, don't let me go! I'll let you not let me go! ”

Lauder, who is aggrieved in itself. In the face of such a reprimand, he was completely angry, and a green tendon jumped on his head, and he snatched the long sword of the soldier next to him, and just like that, with the scabbard, he hit these people with his head and face.

Laughing as he played, Lauder roared.

"I let you not let me go! I let you not let me go! ”

Smack, smack, smack!

The scabbard falls on the skin. On the flesh, blood marks appeared, and then, quickly bruised.

The gentlemen let out a burst of screams.

The screams replaced the previous rebukes.

However, Lauder has no intention of stopping - Lauder has now figured it out, he has offended these guys anyway, and these guys obviously won't let him go magnanimously, so it is better to collect some interest now.

As for after?

After that, more on that later!

With such thoughts, Lauder not only did not stop, but on the contrary worked harder and harder, and the scabbard fell in the hands of the tax officer, and the screams were endless.

The soldiers around saw it, but did not stop it.

Because, Lauder was in charge of them at this time, and they needed to obey - from this point of view, the soldiers trained by Bosa and Mott still had considerable merit.

Dean could hear the screams of the gentlemen behind him.

However, he had no intention of stopping it.

After all, such screams did not seem like much compared to the ladies who had cried and begged for mercy beneath them.

"The face is the wailing of the weak, and the strong are dismissive, they have no mercy, only the dignity and tyranny of the strong - until they meet the stronger and the weak......"

Dean said softly, like a bard's whisper, with a hint of aria.

He stepped forward slowly, and the [Wind Thorn] in his hand was waving, with a touch of history.

Boom!

With the sound of metal clashing, the gate of the manor's iron fence was severed, and Dean stepped in.

The rest of the guards had been watching through the gate, and when they saw Dean walk in, another mercenary leader shouted straight out, "Stop him!" ”

Suddenly, the mercenaries rushed up.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

Such shouts rang out one after another, and the mercenaries wielding all kinds of weapons rushed towards Dean in a swarm.

Dean, who was holding the long sword in his hand, bowed his body slightly, took a step forward with his left foot gently, and kicked the ground with his right foot.

Sou!

The whole person disappeared in place with a trace of breaking the air.

After that, in front of the mercenaries, the sword light began to flicker.

That kind of sword light is not fleeting, but continuous, and the blood is like the attraction of positive and negative poles, gushing up with these sword lights.

Bright sword light, bright red.

The two are superimposed on each other, like a white and red flower, not only dazzling. And it is unusually beautiful.

Dean reappeared.

He stood behind the mercenaries. Gently shook off the blood from the blade. Then, slowly put the sword back into its sheath.

Click!

Poof, poof, poof......

With a crisp sound of unsheathing, like dominoes, the mercenaries who were still standing behind them spurted out countless blood from the major artery in their necks.

The blood pillars composed of more than a dozen blood were like fountains with different eye colors.

Attracting people's attention, they grow their mouths and stare at them.

Puff, puff......

Bright, clanging......

The sound of corpses and weapons falling to the ground rang out. The soldiers stared at each other in shock, and the tax collector stopped his beating and stared at the corpses, their mouths moving like catfish.

And those who followed behind and watched the excitement gasped one after another.

Then, instinctively, they looked for Dean.

But nothing was found.

Dean had already stepped into the building of the Manor.

Luxurious and bright. It's dizzying!

This is the most intuitive feeling that Dean has felt after stepping into this building.

But. There should have been a coquettish voice shouting, but the crowded lively scene was gone, which made the whole hall fall into a sense of loneliness.

It seems to be a porcelain plate, and the lack of a corner is uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

But it was uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but in Dean's opinion, it was too good.

After all, the missing corner doesn't belong here, does it?

Even if it is, it seems to be one with here, but is there really no zài in that gap?

Fit!

There are still gaps!

On the white porcelain plate, this corner was forcibly stuffed, and two ugly gaps, under the layers of covering, seemed to be like this.

However, for someone like Dean, he would prefer to just break off that corner again and put it in its original place.

As for the rest, the one that seemed a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable for two people?

It's good to break it!

It doesn't matter if it's thrown like garbage where it belongs, or if it's just thrown into the dirt and paved the way.

It's better than putting it in front of your eyes and being an eyesore!

"Put!"

A slightly crisp voice rang out.

More than a dozen arrows shot out of the gap behind the railing of the second floor, each of them full of strength, and each one seemed to be chasing the wind and electricity.

However, that category is just ordinary people.

Dean's figure appeared in the eyes of these shooters, and layers of phantoms appeared.

It wasn't really a phantom, it was just that they couldn't keep up with Dean's speed.

"Stop him!"

The slightly crisp sound rang out again.

However, apparently it was a little late, Dean rushed forward, stepped on a pillar in the hall, and had already borrowed his strength to get up and scurry into the second floor.

After that, there was another wail of death.

When the wails were over, Dean stood in front of the slightly crisp lady.

The other party is dressed in a black dress, full. Chest. The whole person stood in front of Dean, his face that had been rubbed with incense powder, with a touch of horror.

A pitiful look.

"Lady Matt?"

Dean looked at the other and asked in a calm voice.

"Y-Who are you?"

The lady on the other side, like a frightened fawn, asked tremblingly.

"Dean. Willing. Zelgaon! ”

Dean gave his full name.

"I don't know you, why did you break into my house! You're ......."

A series of angry curses bordering madness appeared on the woman's lips.

It's as if it's really a frightened lady venting her horror.

Dean frowned.

And just as Dean's brow furrowed, a cold light appeared from behind Dean.

The lady's horror was replaced by a smile.

PS First Update~

Quack Quack ~ Eat dumplings at noon, dumplings with lotus vegetable pork filling and sauerkraut pork filling ~~~ Decadent favorite!!

Dip it in a little garlic vinegar and chili oil~ That feeling, just one word - cool!!

Goal: 100 dumplings ~ 1 bowl of dumpling soup ~ (to be continued......)