Chapter 42

The night is hazy and the dim stars are scattered. Lafarge city is still in the festive atmosphere of glorious memorial day. The bright magic lights shine on the noisy city. The flow of people on the busy streets is surging, seeking the stimulation of nightlife.

Lafarge is a small city located in the northeast of Yinsong province. Because it is adjacent to edalas, the trade and economy here has developed well. Many big businessmen and court nobles live here, forming the pyramid of this small city.

At the gate of the city master's house in the inner city, there are many luxurious carriages. Although they all look quite exquisite and gorgeous, only a few carriages are engraved with the heraldry representing the nobility.

The noise sounded. Tonight's banquet in the city Lord's residence was over. People in beautiful clothes came out of the city Lord's residence one after another. They complimented each other and smiled at each other, as if they were looking forward to the next banquet.

This is the communication of upper class society. While allocating resources, we can always find people who share their own interests.

"Sir, will you stay in the city or go back to the manor tonight?" the young housekeeper asked respectfully, holding Lord Whitley.

"Go back to the manor and stay in the city for many days. It's time to go back and have a look." Lord Whitley rubbed his tired eyes and raised his head to look at the dim starry sky and the bright moon hanging at night.

Different from the aristocratic gathering in edalas, at that time, he could only be a small figure on the edge, silently watching those bright top aristocrats drinking.

In Lafarge, he said that Lord Whitley was a big man, a noble with a title, surrounded by decent gentlemen and big businessmen to seek cooperation.

For some chambers of Commerce and caravans, having the support of an aristocrat is a very powerful guarantee.

Therefore, in recent days, there will be some banquets to invite Lord Whitley. Naturally, he will become the center of the banquet and be tired of dealing with some strange communication, just like the mayor's house banquet tonight.

"OK, sir, I'll drive the carriage." the young housekeeper bowed down and didn't have to endure the old hands that had always been placed behind his cocked ass.

Creak! Creak!

Two smooth zaoliu horses took elegant square steps, steadily pulled the luxury carriage through the noisy street, followed by several Knight attendants riding horses. After leaving the city gate, the team slowly drove towards the suburbs.

If there is any famous place on the outskirts of Lafarge, Whitley manor is the first. It is a luxury manor named after Lord Whitley. Ignoring the strong guard force, the magnificent building attracts many pedestrians to look at it from a distance.

Recently, there are occasional rumors that Lord Whitley seems to be preparing to renovate the manor, subtract luxury buildings and build green vegetation in order to cling to Baron Benny, the garrison officer of edalas city. I don't know whether it is true or false.

The journey is only three or five miles. The luxury carriage engraved with the noble coat of arms has been driving on the specially built solid road, and Whitley manor is not far away.

The young housekeeper skillfully waved his whip and drove the carriage smoothly. He looked up at the crimson glow and beautiful scenery rendered under the night, but he wondered in his heart that it was the direction of the manor. Why did it happen?

Ah - ah------

After the carriage passed the solid road, the young housekeeper seemed to see something very frightened, and the harsh scream sounded in the night.

After hearing the news, several Knight attendants following the carriage quickly drove their horses to protect the whole carriage, and then the guard leader trembled and said, "Sir, something's wrong... Love..."

With the gradual growth of age, Lord Whitley felt that his physical strength began to decline year by year. The harsh scream in his ears made him wake up from drowsiness, frowning slightly, and seemed unhappy with the housekeeper's gaffe.

Now hearing the trembling words of the guard leader, he had a premonition that something was wrong. The guard leader was recruited at a high price. He was a veteran who had participated in the ten-year Patriotic War, and his strength was at the peak of the knight attendants.

Lord Whitley got up quickly and opened the thick curtain of the carriage. When he saw the picture clearly, he couldn't help but get dark and almost fell off the carriage.

Fire!

Burning fire!

Devour the magnificent Whitley Manor!

Blood!

The flowing red blood dyed the grassland in the Manor!

A large number of remains are all over the once luxurious buildings!

"Come on, let's go, get out of here!" Lord Whitley said hastily, his eyes red, trying to contain his extreme sadness.

After all, the young housekeeper was away with Lord Whitley all the year round and had seen a lot of the world. He shook his whip and wanted to turn around and leave.

The knight guards around the carriage were also carefully guarding for fear that the enemy would suddenly emerge in the night. From the tragic manor we saw, we can be sure that it was a group of quite elite enemies and did not let go of any living people.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

The horse's hooves trod quickly, and a cavalry team rushed out of the dark night to surround the motorcade. At the same time, a narrow voice sounded.

"Lord Whitley, are you in such a hurry to leave? Don't you go back to the manor to see your wife and children?"

Through the light of the fire not far away, Lord Whitley narrowed his eyes slightly and watched a knight drive out like a stroll, raising a dark green visor.

"Baron Emerson, it's you!" Lord Whitley was stunned when he looked at the familiar feminine face, and then roared. His sad eyes were unbelievable.

"How dare you slaughter noble families like this? Aren't you afraid of the investigation of the noble Parliament of the kingdom?"

"Ha? It seems that the plundered gold shield and resource interests have completely destroyed the brains of your court nobles, and you can't even see the situation of the kingdom." Baron Emerson smiled coldly and looked at Lord Whitley with contempt, mixed with a trace of pity.

"Moreover, the noble Council will not do justice for you, a lord who has no hope of promotion!"

Hearing this, Lord Whitley's old body trembled a few times. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the surrounding cavalry surrounded by them. Gorgeous lines were carved on the dark green armor. He was vaguely familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere.

Then he suddenly thought of something. There was a hard and unforgettable hatred in his pupils. His right hand trembled, pointed to Baron Emerson, and said with resentment: "I will wait for you in hell, Baron Emerson!"

"It seems that you have guessed, but you are wrong. I won't go to hell!" Baron Emerson pulled out his long sword around his waist and pointed to the carriage team with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Iron thorn, kill them!"

The sound of killing suddenly sounded, and the overflowing blood dyed the solid road red.

The battle ended soon. Compared with the iron thorn cavalry corps, Lord Whitley's escort cavalry was completely vulnerable. What's more, he directly dismounted and knelt down to surrender, but he still couldn't escape the fate of death.

"Hey, old man, I've long wanted to cut off your head." Baron Emerson carried a bloody head with a little resentment in his black pupils.

Seems unwilling, seems to curse.