Chapter 271

Help me!? With doubts on his face, modrian immediately thought of something. He looked at Lord Baz, who was surging with life energy in front of him, and at the elite soldiers who vaguely surrounded the conference hall. Is this the attitude of saving people?

"The kingdom is about to set off a reform and storm. Maybe you should find a way out for yourself." Lord Baz looked at the confused modrian in front of him, feeling a little complacent and adding a little taste of charity.

"Your Excellency is willing to provide you with the opportunity to rejoin the royal party, and will mediate some contradictions between you and the Duke of dakama and count Raphael."

Modrian looked at the clown like figure in front of him and shook his head slightly, but the people behind him were interesting.

Lord count!? If an elite Legion commander can be called an adult, then his identity can be guessed. Coupled with the Earl title, he is probably the Legion commander of the sad gate.

"So what do I need to pay?"

Acting? Just play the whole set, which can add some condiments to the recent life and enrich the taste.

"Not much, not much!" Lord buzz walked up to modrian, looked up at the noble son, and his cold eyes flashed away with contempt. (I have to look up because of my height.)

What about the Peres family? What if there are long followers? In front of the general trend of the Kingdom, any nobleman must bow down, which represents the will under the crown of legend.

And he will have the opportunity to become a new aristocrat, an upper class figure in the eyes of the past, go out and go to those dazzling upper class banquets, and leave aristocratic glory and eternal heraldry for future generations, even if these things are exchanged for everything in the first half of his life, such as marriage, dignity, freedom and inferiority.

"We have been ordered to requisition the fine iron vein in the renwal mountains and will occupy the town of irwendell for a period of time as a transit base."

"In addition, I heard that Baron modrian has a development decree. I hope you can lend me a look and return it to you on time in three days."

As soon as the words fell, Lord Bartz noticed that Baron modrian in front of him looked at him with a look of a fool, and his calm look could not hang.

"Baron modrian, what do you mean? You know, the count is willing to provide you with such opportunities. It's not easy. Of course, you will pay for the expenses."

Yes, it's an opportunity, but who knows if it can be done? Also, can you really return the borrowed things?

Modrian is not a newcomer to society. He doesn't understand anything, but sometimes he can't see through it. That's it. Some people regard him as a fool.

"I remember the law of the Kingdom stipulates that all property in the noble territory is privately owned, and others have no right to interfere?"

"And the development law has been used, and now the land under my feet belongs to my Valoran," said modrian with a smile, as if the people behind Lord Baz were greedy, not only wanting territory, but also seizing fine iron veins.

"Hum, it's the time of the Kingdom's life and death. Baron modrian should not do so, so as not to......" hearing modrian's words, Lord Baz suddenly sank his face and put on a selfless appearance. Of course, if those elite soldiers who showed their intention to kill are not counted, they are very fair commanders.

"Life or death? I don't think so!" modrian shook his head and felt boring. Lord Baz's strength was very good in front of him. Unfortunately, he should be played with and become a ghost for death.

He forgot a very important thing: sometimes others' is always others'. Even if you can borrow power, you are still so weak.

"It's over!"

Modrian smiled and didn't care. He was just a little person. Then he turned and left the conference hall. Since he knew it wasn't guy's behavior, it means that he and stoke Kingdom have not completely moved towards hatred. Maybe there is room for cooperation in the future.

"If you want to think well, sometimes there is only one chance..." Lord Baz saw that the situation was wrong and pointed to modrian's back with a gloomy face.

"Don't worry, someone will accompany you to hell." modrian's figure disappeared outside the room, and the sound of firm steps went farther and farther.

Lord Baz's face changed suddenly. Until this time, he suddenly found that he could not feel the smell of the guard soldiers outside, as if someone had obscured the perception and isolated the contact with the outside world.

Immediately, he reacted, the life energy burst out, and wanted to catch up with the departing modrian, but the gunman who had stood behind modrian glanced at him slightly, and the cold chill penetrated his soul and swept his whole body.

In the next moment, darkness came, and the bustling scene outside was reflected in the spinning eyes. I... don't... want to

The elite soldiers of the guard also found that something was wrong, but they didn't want the shadow to suddenly burst under their feet. The dripping blood bloomed like a rose, the sickle of death annihilated, and the silent roar poured a rust like smell into the solemn and solemn conference hall.

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Limon Tanlu.

At noon, the warm spring light fell on St. Bernard's palace, the most majestic building in the center of the varante palace. A little glow penetrated the walls, scattered light gauze for the carved window decorations, the crescent eaves reflected the red sun in the sky, and the finely patterned marble columns supported the golden spire.

In the palace, a little candlelight lit up the gloomy environment. Guy leaned over and looked at the war sand table in the center. This elaborate sand table clearly analyzed all the cities and mountains in the Kingdom territory, especially heimu province and Yinsong province.

The candle light flashed, a shadow quietly emerged behind guy, and an indifferent hoarse voice sounded.

"The naku family in heimu province sent an urgent report that the kingdom of besilik invaded the border of the Kingdom and asked the military department to send troops for support as soon as possible."

"Delay." ice blue hair slightly covered guy's face, and the cold voice told of the emperor's ruthlessness. "In addition, the cleaning plan is officially launched, and all cleaning must be completed before the reaction of the noble Council."

"Yes!" Jasper responded by raising his eyes and looking at guy, who was used to his identity.

"What's the situation at the gate of sorrow and edalas? Does the Jeffrey family agree to our terms?" guy continued to ask, but his eyes never left Yinsong province and stared at the snow-white mountains.

"Yin Hua has informed Marshal shady of the gate of sorrow and Viscount Rockefeller of edalas," Jasper continued after a moment of silence.

"The Jeffrey family and the temple of wealth should be merged into the Grand Duchy of tempefasha. It seems that the conditions are not stable!"

"So, does Valoran collar still move?" guy finally looked away from the war sand table and asked in a deep voice to Jasper behind him.

"Sorry, the intelligence work led by Valoran is difficult to carry out, and there is no news up to now." Jasper slightly lowered his eyelids, which is his responsibility. As the chief intelligence officer of the Kingdom, he is in charge of the two major intelligence organizations of the Kingdom, Yin flower and dark eclipse, but did not get the due intelligence information.

When he heard the speech, guy looked dignified, the blue Rune with a cross in his eyes slowly emerged, and the frost cold air filled the palace.

"After the war started, the intelligence of the cleaning operation was handed over to others. Please uncle Jasper go to Valoran to get it."

"Yes!" Jasper said in a low voice, choosing his figure to melt into the void and dissipate gradually.

"Be careful."

A few shadows rippled and disappeared, leaving only frost and cold in the air.