Release that Witch

The Grey Fortress is the capital of the palace.

Tiefco sat obliquely on the throne, his right hand on his cheek, and looked a little incompetently in the hall to show his own assassination of the stunt.

Is this the first idiot after winter?

Probably because I was too tolerant, I let the clowns come together one by one.

He yawned and felt his eyes dry.

Since the temple was blown up by snow powder, he moved the venue to the basement of the palace. After some renovations, several storage rooms were connected into one piece, and the space was not too small enough to accommodate the ministers and nobles who attended the meeting. The most important thing is that the place is absolutely safe. There is only one entrance and exit. The top is a magnificent palace. No amount of snow powder will affect this place. The disadvantage is that there is no light in the ground, and the light source is all provided by the turpentine torch. The torch around the wall made the indoor air extremely dry and dull, and the sweet smell of the rosin made him sleepy.

At the thought of the fourth brother, Tiefco hated his teeth. If no witnesses noticed that the other attack came from heaven, he might still build a tower. Since he knows that this means can't be defended at all, he can only hold a meeting here temporarily.

Roland Wimbledon will pay for it!

"Respected Majesty," the voice of the recruiter pulled his thoughts back into the hall. "Look, as long as the rebel Roland dares to appear in front of me, I can complete the mission you entrusted!"

Tiffco glanced at the other side and saw that the four flying knives were accurately inserted into the wooden barrel twenty steps away from him.

"This is what you call stunt?"

"This is the case, Your Majesty," he said confidently. "I don't want you to say that I have done this business before, and there are no fewer than ten mice in my hands. If you shoot in the crowd, most of the goals are dead. I don't know where the flying knife came from."

"Remuneration?" Tiefco moved a bit of a stiff body.

"As long as twenty-five golden dragons are used," the recruiter slammed his fingers. "Five for the cost of the road, and the dressing cost to dress up as unobtrusive, it is easier to get close to the rebel."

"Sir Weimas," the king said.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Steel Knight pulled out the sword and took the shield from behind and walked into the hall.

"What do you mean by you?" He groaned.

"By defeating my knight, I will give you the reward." Tiefko made a look at the Jazz.

The latter nodded, pulled the lower armor and walked toward the other side.

"Wait, wait... no, squat, this won't work," said the recruiter, turning over and avoiding the knight's slashing, stammering, "I can't be positive!"

The Cavaliers then kicked his abdomen in his abdomen, causing him to swallow all the rest of the time.

After rolling two laps on the ground, the recruiter softly throws a flying knife, but it is easily blocked by the shield. Then the jazz stepped on his hand and the sword fell. The half arm suddenly left his body, and the splashed blood reflected an arc on the ground.

"My hand" the other party made a scream, holding his arm and shrinking into a ball.

"First, the royal family is no better than a mouse. Even my stupid younger brother will not easily approach the crowd. Second, you can't even help a knight, and what do you want to assassinate the lords who have many knight guards? I am afraid After twenty-five golden dragons, you will never come back here again.” Tefko waved his hand and “throw him.”

If you change it for a month or two, he will not treat the ignorant and greedy generations at this time. At most, he will only drive the other party out of the kingdom and order that he will not return if he does not get Roland’s head. Those who are slightly likely to succeed, he has given some financial support. So far, Roland is still living well.

Probably because of this benevolent attitude, the number of people who claim to be able to solve the rebellion is increasing, and the methods are becoming more and more ridiculous. Even before, there was a guy who pulled out the maid in the pub as an assassin, saying that the maid was superior in technology and that no man could refuse her service. I don't know what it is! Don't they know the gap between ordinary women and witches? They repeatedly publicized the declining actions of the four younger brothers on the notices, and they were able to support the lords of the witches, and how could they see these inferior goods.

Tefko took a long sigh of relief and gave some lessons to those who did not know how to be honest. It should also allow others to converge slightly.

Perhaps it is a mistake to recruit people who are inferior to the people.

Only the pills and snow powder can be defeated by Roland.

He glanced down at the hall and saw that there was no outsider, he asked the former prime minister, "How is the progress of the development of snow powder weapons now?"

According to the information collected from the Long Song Fortress, the Bianque Town miners were able to defeat the Dukes and the violent militia because of the use of a strange snow powder weapon. It should be a semi-closed iron pipe that uses the impact of the snow powder explosion to push the shot to attack the target, similar to a smashing arrow. Tefco was very concerned about this, and immediately convened a blacksmith with experience from the king to start replicating this new weapon.

"Not ideal, Your Majesty," Marquis Wick shook his head. "The blacksmiths made a dozen of these weapons based on intelligence tests, but the power is far less powerful than the rumors. Only a few can penetrate the knight in ten steps. Breastplate, more than fifty steps is hard to hit the target."

"Ten steps?" Tiefco frowned. "Isn't that attached to the Cavaliers' face? Can it stop the Knights' charge?"

"Indeed, there may be some tricks that we haven't mastered yet. In addition, even if the blacksmiths and apprentices gathered in the city, they can produce up to twenty iron pipes a month, which does not necessarily guarantee that every one can be used." Hou Jue sighed. Tones, "Today, four iron pipes have exploded during training, and the guards have some resistance to practicing this kind of snow powder weapon."

Damn, Bentham Town is more barren than the king. Roland has made hundreds of iron pipes in a winter time. He must have been helped by the devil.

Tiffco changed his topic angrily. "What about the pill? Has the church yet to give a reply?"

"Yes," said the Marquis. "The high priest said that the Holy City is fighting against the evil beast. There is no energy to provide more mad drugs. He hopes that we can wait patiently until the end of the evil month."

"I don't want to see the traitor still staying in the castle in the West. I don't want to spend more than one day!"

It seems that he had to write a personal letter to the holy city of Hermes, and Tiffco hated to think that if he wanted to recruit believers in the Grey Fort in the future, he would have to take the pill for a change.

It is preparing to announce the end of today’s court meeting. The Foreign Secretary Sir Britt suddenly said, “Your Majesty, the messenger from the morning kingdom arrived in Wangdu today, hoping to get your interview.”

(To be continued.)