: 357 Blood Kills (1)

A strong freeze froze the streets of Xiaocheng and "creaked". The frozen streets made the bamboo towels produce a sound of friction,
A middle-aged nobleman protruded a head from the black carriage window, looked suspiciously at the branch of the business alliance. The carriage was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and the wheels were skewed. It seemed to be hit by gravity.
"Uncle, are you sure this is the place? The middle-aged noble turned back in doubt, sitting beside him a thin man with a cloak on his head, covering his face inside, revealing only a dark, sharp chin, wearing A pure black robe,
Hearing the inquiry of the middle-aged nobleman, the mysterious man's skinny hands lifted the cloak at the beginning, revealing a sturdy old face, a gleaming look, with a mixed look, and carefully looked at the courtyard outside,
When I saw the blue Tianpu logo of the business alliance, the mysterious person's eyes lit up and nodded affirmatively. "Here, his whereabouts only told me that he is here. He has an important thing to deal with. We didn’t meet him on the road. From the time and distance, he should be inside!"
"However, this is really not like the place where big people like him live!" The middle-aged nobleman still couldn't believe the mysterious character's judgment, but under the firm attitude of the mysterious character, he had to hesitate to get off the carriage and gently gently with his hand Knock on the small iron door in front of you.
"What's the matter with you?" A servant wearing a mail armor opened the half-sliding door. His bright eyes were like a knife. The middle-aged aristocrat looked at him with a chill. The door-opener had a unique long sword and arc in his waist. The curved shape has a cruel beauty, and the bronze handle of the cold scabbard is cut with a blooming thorn flower
The middle-aged aristocracy was relieved, Samuel's sword! It seems that the old uncle's words are correct, this is the weapon that the person's close body guard is qualified to wear.
"My host is in a hurry to see the Grand Duke!" The middle-aged noble took a deep breath, plucked up his courage, and took out a turquoise ring from his arms and handed it to the guard who was about to refuse. The expression sincerely said, "This is a token that my host asked me to deliver. I believe the Grand Duke will consider it."
"Master?" The guard who opened the door looked puzzledly at the carriage behind the middle-aged nobleman, and then looked at the ring that was delivered to his eyes. The look changed, and the door was opened immediately to let the middle-aged nobleman wait in the living room The ring is delivered to the fat man who is resting on Lin
"Falcon heraldry ring!" The fat man's look changed dramatically, his figure suddenly stood up from the seat, his fingers clenched the ring with special significance, and there was a brittle sound of the bones. This was his own on the top of Riwadin Mountain. The token personally delivered to the Jones family now sees it, giving the fat man an ominous hunch. Did something happen to the Jones family?
"Let's go and see with me!" The fat man wore a cotton coat casually, waved to several guards, and quickly walked downstairs. The middle-aged aristocrat with a terrified look glanced in front of him, his face looked shocked.
This is a stranger! The fat man thought of the possible bad situation, and felt a burst of blood rushing to the top of his head, and the white fat face immediately looked grim,
"Who are you?" the fat man asked sharply, clasping the ring on the table with heavy hands, and asked repeatedly, "How did this ring get to your hand? How do you know that I am here?"
The fat man sat down on his seat, and his murderous tone almost made the middle-aged nobleman paralyzed on the ground.
I thought of facing the Duke of Falcon in the Kingdom of Quan Qing, the Samor fat man who had just slaughtered more than 100,000 people in Kyoto, and the timid middle-aged nobleman felt that his calves were cramping, his head almost fell to the ground, and his voice was shaking
"Here, this is what my owner asked me to hand over. He is now on the outside carriage! But his body is not easy to move. He asked me to come to the adult!"
"Oh! Your master?" The fat man's face was slightly sullen, and his trip was top secret this time. There are only a few people who can know, but now there is only one person in Jones territory except Crowley Mott who went to mobilize the garrison.
"Don't you?" The fat man quickly stood up with a dignified look and strode to the door. Sure enough, he saw a black carriage parked in a dark corner. There was a trace of a blunt weapon on the armrest of the carriage.
"Slap" the fat man opened the carriage door without hesitation, and saw abruptly sitting inside. The familiar figure, when he saw a blanket covering his legs, the fat man's eyes were red, and he almost growled, "Damn! Old man! What's the matter with you?"
"Oh, fat man! I'm still so anxious. Don't worry, I can't die!" The old voice came from the carriage, although he was very embarrassed. But in the tone, there is still a hint of ridicule,
The mysterious old man walked off the carriage with the help of the fat man. He was the master of this land, the old man of the fat man, the old Duke of Jones,
"This is my follower Frederick!" The old Duke of Jones sat down in the hall and pointed to the middle-aged nobleman with a pale face. "His father is my best friend,
, With a ridiculous smile on his face, it seemed that he was not injured, and explained to the fat man, "I saw you coming this time, I want to come to meet you personally, but I did not expect to be attacked by unknown forces on the road. It was Frederick driving hard. The carriage only escaped from the ambush"
The voice of the old Duke Jones paused, and his face was dull. "It's a pity that the loyal guards who accompanied him were all good. To cover me, they turned their carriage over the snow to block the pursuit. Now only afraid.
"Do you know who did it? Tell me~EbookFREE.me~ Samor's sword will let them know what blood debt is!" The fat man's face was cold and terrible, with five fingers clenched and red eyes like rabbits ,
The Jones territory is Samor's most important foothold in the north, and it is also an important rear base for the western battle. The old Duke of Jones was assassinated at this time, and the meaning for Samor was too obvious.
"If I guessed right, it was my nephew Salenco." Duke Jones's face flashed with a trace of regret, his eyes closed for a moment, his voice slowly said. "He has always been very disgusted with the Samor Garrison Jones territory. Especially after his marriage with the Hutak family in the Western Union in January, he has always encouraged me to leave the Samor and join the Western Union! I think he has always tolerated his behavior for his part in leading the army to maintain the territory. He will really start with me!"
"I know that this Hutak family has always been an expansionist in the Western Union, and advocates the establishment of an independent Western kingdom, which is very resistant to external forces, but this time it irritated me, and they should be unlucky."
The fat man's face was gloomy and he touched his chin with his hand. He suddenly stood up and said to the guard behind him, "I immediately ordered the guard cavalry from the northern fortress to rush to Lemiao! Samor's sword has not seen blood for a long time!"