Banner of the Evil God

The next evening, a large group of guests came to the manor in Maple Leaf Village, Keen County.

Keen County has a city and four villages, and each village has a manor. The manor is the property of the lord. If there is a knight in the village, it is the knight's mansion.

Maple Leaf Village currently has no knights, and it is directly owned by Baron Keen. This manor was where Creek Keen, who had not yet inherited the title, lived. Later, his brothers died, and he inherited the title and moved to Keen City, and the manor became empty.

It is usually not inhabited by anyone, only a few farmers help to watch the door and occasionally clean it. A few days ago, the baron sent a large group of people to carefully clean up the manor inside and out. The old doors and windows were replaced with new ones, the furniture was wiped bright and shining, and even the ground was made spotless. Even the flowers and trees in the manor were adjusted to the flowering season by a wizard who specializes in natural spells.

For a moment, the manor, which had been gradually abandoned, immediately regained its vitality. Even the most picky people had to admit that it was completely worthy of the engagement ceremony of a baroness.

"Crick Keane is indeed a capable man!" Duluk stood on a hill near the manor, looking at the beautiful manor, and said to his subordinates around him, "Look, it only took a blink of an eye to clean up this manor. This kind of efficiency is first-class no matter where it is!"

"Yes, he is really amazing!"

"It's a pity that he is dying." Duluk sighed with some regret, "If he can live another ten or eight years, give me the courage, I don't dare to come and make plans for his sister, let alone try to swallow up his family. A dying dragon, even a wild wolf dares to roar at it. Although the folk proverb is vulgar, it makes sense! "

"Master, you are too modest! You are not necessarily worse than him!"

"Haha, don't praise me so much, I still know myself." Du Luke laughed, "Of course I am also a capable person, but compared with him, I am far behind! Alas, if I have his ability, I will definitely be the heir of the Rich family. Why do I have to do such a thing that will definitely be said behind my back in the future? "

This time, the subordinates really couldn't respond.

Duluke finished laughing and his eyes fell on the gate of the manor, where a group of people were arguing with the guards and trying to break in.

"These guys really lack self-awareness. Since Connor and I are here, they have nothing to do. What on earth do they want to do by making such a fuss and scrambling?"

"Maybe they think they still have a chance." A subordinate said, "Isn't there a saying that every dying person thinks he can still find a priest to save him."

Druuk laughed and patted his shoulder: "You are right! People are like this. Even if there is no hope, they always want to struggle and fight again. If everyone does not have this mentality, the profits earned by us merchants will definitely be greatly reduced."

"For example, now, with these idiots taking the lead, I can watch the fun from behind. Anyway, no matter what the benefits are, we can't miss this one."

At this time, on the road not far from the manor, Connor was feeding his mount.

His mount was a ground dragon, taller than an upright horse, with a ferocious face and sharp teeth and claws. This creature is completely different from the swift dragon that Leon rode that year. It is not a "mount" in the general sense, but a kind of beast, even close to the level of Warcraft. Being able to tame it and use it as a mount is a proof of Connor's strength.

At this moment, the food he fed to the mount was a live goat. The beast, which had no bridle or chew at all, bit the goat, held it down with one claw, and tore it in half with a flick of its head, with blood dripping.

"Good boy! You eat so much!" Connor smiled, patted the mount's shoulder, and said with a smile, "It's a pity that this is not my territory, and it's inconvenient to get some snacks - don't worry, when I annex this territory, I will give you snacks every day!"

The subordinates have long been accustomed to this scene, and they are not surprised, and they are not surprised at all.

After a while, the ground dragon ate almost the whole goat, leaving only the fur, hooves and horns. It disdained all these, kicked them away, raised its head and roared, signaling its master to set off.

Connor laughed, jumped on the dragon's back, and with a command, a long team of people and horses continued to set off, leaving only a mess on the ground.

A while later, Lafort brought two elite scouts to the place where the ground dragon had just eaten the goat.

A scout noticed the remains and blood of the goat on the ground, jumped off the horse in a hurry, and used his finger to touch a little blood at a place far away from the goat's remains, smelled it, licked it, and his solemn expression relaxed a little.

"It's not human blood." He said, "I'm not sure what kind of blood it is, but it's not human blood. Probably... it's all from that unlucky goat."

"It's good that it's not human blood." Lafort was relieved, "That damned hybrid wolf! He killed a person before, and even fed his dragon with the heart and liver - it's so cruel!"

"I heard a rumor that his mount especially likes to eat the hearts and livers of living people, and he often kills people to take the hearts and livers to feed them, and calls them 'snacks'..." said another scout.

Lafort's face turned ugly, and he shouted angrily: "Don't spread rumors! Did you see it with your own eyes? Did you hear it with your own ears? Even if it's true, don't make it up. I just had dinner!"

The two scouts laughed. The scout who checked the bloodstains took out the folding shovel invented by Creek, shoveled the broken pieces of blood and flesh to the side of the road, and covered them with some soil. Then he put away the shovel and got back on the horse.

"Boss, do you want to continue chasing?" he asked.

Lafort looked at the sky and nodded: "Continue chasing, but remember to keep a distance. We are not looking for that bastard to fight."

The subordinates nodded, and the group continued to move forward along the road.

At this time, there was a quarrel at the gate of the manor. There were at least a dozen suitors who came one after another. Including the subordinates, the total number was probably over a hundred. They were clamoring to go in, and even if a few guards tried to stop them, it was useless.

If they hadn't been so hesitant and afraid of angering Creek Keen, they would have pushed the guards aside and entered the manor.

Then, Connor came.

He looked at the mess here and couldn't help laughing contemptuously. After laughing, he didn't negotiate with the guards or greet other suitors. He patted his mount's head and said, "Let's go!"

The huge ground dragon immediately took a step and walked into the manor. It completely ignored the people on the road and the guards who wanted to stop it, and broke into the manor.

Because it was too crowded here, it trampled on the crowd. At least three or four people were injured by it and fell to the ground and cried out in pain.

The companions of those people were shocked and wanted to curse but didn't dare to. They had to drag their companions back to the side of the road. The other suitors were also frightened by Connor's unreasonable and violent momentum, and they honestly made way for his subordinates to follow him and swagger into the manor.

In this way, the guards' efforts were in vain. After Connor and his party entered, the other suitors also rushed in and rushed directly to the manor hall.

On the hill in the distance, Druk nodded and said to his subordinates: "Okay, let's go too and join in the fun."

So everyone got on their horses and marched towards the manor.

"By the way, young master, when the time comes... how do we negotiate with Connor?" asked a capable subordinate.

Druk smiled slightly, and his fat face like a pig showed a murderous intent.

"Negotiation? What's there to negotiate with that wolf? When the time comes, you will listen to my signal and shoot him to death with poisoned crossbows, and the matter will be over."

"Ah?! He is the prince of the Griffin Principality!"

"What are you afraid of? There are so many people there, it's not easy to find some scapegoats?" Duluk looked down on him, "It's a good opportunity to warn the Keen family so that they can recognize the situation."

"This territory called 'Thunder Pearl' is ours from now on!"

It's the first day of the month, and it is said that adding one more chapter can earn more monthly tickets...