Reckless Through The New World

Marquis Henry's order not only spread to the ears of the travelers, but also to the ears of the world's tycoons.

Although there is no network in this world, the power of magic is used to communicate, at least not worse than landline phones. Nobles, billionaires, and leaders of major organizations all attach great importance to the collection of intelligence. Often after a major event occurs, within a day or two, it has already spread to the upper classes of all countries in the world.

This time is no exception.

In the conference hall of Mo Laigang, the faces of several dukes of the Federation were gloomy, especially Duke Norma, who could almost scrape two taels of ice on their faces.

"Hyde Henry really thinks he is a big man!" he said coldly, "leaving Thrace, he is nothing! Richard has reused such a person, so his temperament is like this. ."

"Richard was not a good man," said another duke. "First, he was unwilling to give in to the gamble, and after failing to **** the property of his subordinates, he murdered and vented his anger; then he carried out the massacre in Leyton... Speaking of which, Henry was the same as him. , no wonder their relationship is so good!"

The third duke interrupted them and asked bluntly: "The question now is, what should we do?"

Several dukes sighed and remained silent.

Although they were angry and annoyed, Duke Norma in particular wanted to drag the Henry family out and hack them to death. But there's really nothing they can do.

Mo Lai was originally inferior to Thrace, and they had just suffered this great defeat. What can they do?

"If everyone doesn't have any good ideas, I have a suggestion." An old man with a vulgar appearance said, "Let's not come, we need a sixth duke."

The dukes looked at him together.

"For a long time, we Mo Lai have been in a situation of wealth but lack of force. Layton still has a dragon lord and a dwarf king who can support the scene, and we don't even have a strong person who can support the scene." The old man sighed. With a tone of voice, there was a bit of lament on his face, "For now, the only way is to try to remedy it. I think we can win over Lord Barbarossa."

"Impossible!" a duke exclaimed, "He is a pirate! He is the mortal enemy of our merchants!"

"There is no eternal enemy in the world, as long as there are enough interests, you can shake hands with the revenge of killing your father - Barbarossa has never killed my father, but he has just robbed me of a few ships. The question of money, forget it. What?" the old man said nonchalantly.

"He killed my son," said a duke coldly.

"You have more than a dozen sons, so what's the point of dying?" The old man still didn't care, "Also, our question now is not 'whether we want to talk about it', but whether people want to talk to us!"

He sighed: "If I can invite the Pirate King to be the sixth duke of our Mo Lai, then I would rather kill him a son! Now Mo Lai, if he can't find a strong enough force to support him, I'm afraid that the country will be destroyed. The day is not far away!"

Several dukes were silent, and everyone was understanding, and naturally knew that this was not an alarmist.

"Let's discuss it again, this matter can't be rushed." After a long time, the Duke who presided over the meeting said so.

They nodded in succession. As for the brutal massacre in the Norma region, they tacitly agreed that no one mentioned it...

"Absurd!" A slender and white hand slapped the information that was quickly transmitted through magic on the table. Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess of the Terrera Kingdom, was called "the princess in uniform by the players in the game". ” Fisna Trera’s face was frosty and murderous, “It’s really a nest of snakes and rats! Richard Thrace is a reckless executioner, and so are his men!”

"Sister, why are you surprised?" Sitting across from her is her younger brother, who will be called the "Black Prince" in the future, and is now generally considered to be the cheerful, lively and simple-minded Prince Zion. To the angry elder sister, he smiled and said, "What kind of lord there is, what kind of ministers there will be, they will gather together."

Fisina took a deep breath and calmed down, frowning her slender eyebrows, thinking about what to do to stop this massacre from unfolding.

"Protest? It's no use, the Thracians will ignore it."

"Send a master? It's too late, one or two people can't solve the problem, and a large number of masters can't be sent there."

She was talking to herself, thinking of several ways, but none of them could work - the key issue was time, and whatever she planned to do, it would take a while to work. But what is lacking most now is time. According to her estimation, if her plan is to be effective, it will take ten days and a half months at the earliest, but after ten days and a half months, the massacre will probably be over!

Seeing that her sister was so distressed, Prince Zion said goodbye in a low voice, so that her sister could concentrate on her thoughts.

After leaving the "Crescent Moon Palace" of the eldest princess and getting into his carriage, his handsome smiling face sank slightly, revealing a bit of gloom.

"Sister, although smart and capable, she is always emotional! The most annoying thing is her sense of justice that is useless! She is not someone who can do big things and defend Terrera. The future of the kingdom still depends on me. Just come support!"

In the study of the Principality of Layton, His Majesty the Grand Duke, who was explaining to his son the way to govern the country, listened to the envoy's report, lowered his head, and showed a trace of resentment and unwillingness in his eyes.

The tragedy that once happened in Layton will be staged elsewhere. The number of victims is increasing, but the perpetrators are at ease.

Sitting across from him, the sturdy and burly Eldest Young Master Layton clenched his fists, his fingernails pierced his palms, and blood seeped out, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Damn Thracians! They keep doing evil!" he cursed angrily. "These beasts who deserve to go to hell!"

The Grand Duke reluctantly suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Only the weak choose to curse, the strong will continue to strengthen themselves, and finally let the villains pay for their crimes! If you want to be weak, don't come and listen to my lectures in the future! "

"Father...I was wrong!"

"Well, remember, we Laytons are tough guys who can chew ice and snow and eat raw meat. We don't use our mouths to solve problems, we only use fists and knives!" I don't have the ability to pay back the blood debts I made, but I can't, and you; you can't, and your sons and grandchildren! The wild wolves on the mountain can still remember hatred for several years, and the blood feud of our Leidon, even if it is no longer. After five or ten generations, you have to ask for it with your own hands!”

The young people surnamed Layton sitting in the study nodded one after another, with resolute expressions.

Inside the palace of Thrace, King Richard looked at the news urgently sent by the Minister of Intelligence, smiled slightly, and didn't care.

"Henry died of his son, there's nothing wrong with taking revenge," he said. "It's just some civilians. Killing them happened to be immigrants from the country. All I want is Norma's land."

The Minister of Intelligence was silent, not daring to say a word.

Beside the king, Frost Sword Saint's face was calm, as if nothing had happened.

...None of these adults thought that a group of people had already acted to use their own strength to stop the massacre that was about to unfold in full swing, and to teach the butchers a lesson they would never forget.