Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 121 120. Washing the ground or supporting

"I have no national sentiments towards Temeria, my lord."

Lan En's title was respectful, but it was completely in contrast to him now, holding the earl's face with one hand, as if dragging a dead dog.

"So whether you really work hard and endure humiliation for this country? I don't care at all."

The Count's pampered body was struggling hard, and his twisting feet were tearing up the expensive cobblestones and scattering the stones.

But none of these actions could slow down Lan En's pace at all.

The eyes looking out from between the fingers seem to know where this road will lead.

Count Stesa suddenly screamed uncontrollably.

"What are you going to do?! Where are you taking me?! Go to hell, you mutant bastard! 伶ugh!"

This road leads to the gate of the manor.

The earl's scream was interrupted by a sudden increase in the grip on his face.

"Where to go?"

Lan En asked back.

The road has reached the end, and the gate of the manor stands in front of Lan En.

This door is made of solid wood with an iron edge. It is four meters high and ten centimeters thick!

Normally, when the earl opened the door and went out, two soldiers would have to push it with all their strength just to open the door.

But now, Lan opened the door bolt on the inside of the manor's door and pressed the Earl's head against the solid wood-clad iron door panel.

"Actually, I just thought what you said was very reasonable. A person must always have the spirit of contract. So, in this game"

"You're about to go out of bounds."

Looking through Lan En's fingers, Stassa's two eyeballs seemed to pop out of their sockets due to too much fear.

"No! You can't do this! I didn't... uhhhh!"

Pushing the door open with one hand, the human screams were particularly harsh amidst the creaking sound of the door opening.

Lan En could clearly feel that the roughly spherical bone structure in his hand was on the verge of collapse, just like Count Stesa's mind.

The door was slowly opened, and the human screams became louder and louder.

Finally, when the door opened, a ray of light from the outside world emerged from the crack in the door.

Lan En's face was expressionless as he pronounced the game's verdict.

"Now, you're officially out of bounds."

"Son of a bitch."

The arm holding Staisa's door with one hand was slightly retracted, and then after a short period of energy accumulation, he directly pressed his head and hit the door!

"Bang!"

It feels like a ripe watermelon that has been smashed to the ground.

In Lan En's hands, only the residual twitching of nerve electrical signals remained on the gorgeously dressed body.

Lan En held the puddle of 'things' in his hand and pushed open the door of the manor with one hand.

Outside the gate, nearly a hundred security forces held torches and stared blankly at the demon hunter walking out of the famous manor.

~~~~~~

The commander of the security forces felt that he must go to Meritelli to pray in front of him tomorrow.

That night, from the moment he saw the flames coming out of Stesa Manor, he felt that his heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest!

Who doesn't know that the earl and the king are as powerful as each other?

But who would have thought that this would happen in the city? !

The shadow of political conflict hangs over every civilian. Although he is not considered a civilian, after all, he still holds the command of a security force of several hundred people.

But compared to the identity of the man in the manor, this is just a big ant.

After begging countless gentlemen, the news reached the ears of Mayor Vizima.

Then he received the order to "immediately investigate the cause of the fire and calm the situation."

The commander of the security forces looked at the small piece of paper with the order and personal seal on his hand, and exhausted all his political wisdom in his life to try to understand the context.

But if he had this ability, why would he waste his life in the position of commander of the security forces?

Being cautious, he took less than a hundred of his men and rushed to the location of Stesa Manor.

He thought in his heart that the one who could take action against the Earl must be His Majesty the King.

Otherwise, in the entire Temeria, in terms of blood, inheritance, legal principles, and strength, who would be qualified?

The mayor is the king's man. He asked himself to 'calm down the situation', which probably meant that the earl had already been dealt with.

I used to wash floors myself.

If you bring too many people, what should you do if the people attacking the manor see you and think you are the count's support?

Being beaten to death on the spot is considered a good thing! Maybe even the family's aristocratic status will be affected!

Therefore, the fewer people you bring, the better, but you also have to ensure that the floor is clean, so nearly a hundred people are just enough.

The deputy commander of the security forces was one of the Count's men, and he had already taken his position with his confidants before going on the mission.

So this time, although he usually received a lot of benefits from the count, the overall situation has been decided, and of course he has to stand on the side of justice, that is, the side of the winner.

The commander secretly applauded his accurate judgment.

But when he led people to the gate of the manor, he discovered that the situation at the scene seemed a little different from what he had imagined?

Normally speaking, when anyone with some knowledge of battlefield knowledge sees Count Stesa's manor, they will instinctively know how difficult this place is to fight.

If we want to use troops to besiege, then a formation of thousands of people is indispensable.

But when the commander arrived, he only heard screams, exclamations, and fire flying inside the manor.

But what about the troops attacking the manor? !

There was not even a trace of resistance outside the manor!

If Count Stesa is really so easy to deal with, why should he be against His Majesty the King?

Not only was the commander confused, but the men he brought with him were also confused.

"S-Sir!"

The commander hesitated, wondering whether he should go up and call the door directly. After all, there were no screams in the manor, and there was dead silence.

No matter how you look at it, it's all over.

Behind him, one of his men tugged at the edge of his armor.

The commander turned back impatiently, and then looked down at his feet along with the nervous and frightened eyes of his men.

His eyes suddenly widened, and he lifted his feet suddenly as if he was frightened.

The movement of lifting his feet caused a "crash" sound.

That was a layer of blood that had reached the bottom of the boots!

Blood spilled from the crack of the manor gate!

The commander's actions made the men he brought also notice the flow of blood at their feet.

The site of the manor was the brightest part of the trading district.

But this group of officers and soldiers seemed to feel like they were in the temple area in the middle of the night.

The shadows are eroding the light, and in that darkness, visible and invisible monsters are hungry and thirsty.

The troops were in uncontrollable commotion.

Because the situation in front of me really does not conform to any common sense of everyone here.

The gate of the manor made a muffled "dong" sound amid this tense commotion.

Then it suddenly dawned on me.

A strong and tall figure dragging a 'person' on his hand? Walked out alone.

"Are you here to find him?"

Stepping on the blood flow, the man with shining eyes calmly approached the security forces.

With a raised hand, the 'thing' whose gorgeous clothes could be vaguely seen rolled down to the feet of the security force commander like a puddle of mud.

The dull eyes squeezed out of their sockets hung on his face, facing the commander.

"Are you cleaning the floor, or are you supporting?"

The man who threw the corpse tilted his head and asked, then reached his hand to the hilt of the sword behind his back.

The commander looked at his feet for a long time before he was shocked to realize that this was the powerful Earl.

Immediately, he instinctively drew his sword and ordered his men to rush forward.

But before he could put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, four hands stretched out from both sides and held his arms tightly.

The two men on both sides whispered in his ears in a tone like a frightened child.

"S-Sir! He is alone!"

On weekdays, this sentence is usually followed by "Don't be afraid, let's go together."

But today, the fool also knew that this was definitely not what the soldier meant.

Please recommend! Asking for a monthly ticket! Please subscribe!