In the era of the Kingdom of Karen, although there was a clear hierarchy between the various classes, it did not mean that a new noble would immediately be respected after obtaining an "identity".
The fear of the "nobles" did not come from the word itself. To put it bluntly, the most fundamental fear came from violence: the soldiers and power in the hands of the lords were the things that people feared. For example, the deceased Earl Owen's identity was hereditary, and his family had lasted for more than 230 years … And with 230 years of accumulation, the connections, power, and resources behind him, when these things were like mountains in front of ordinary people, who would have the courage to treat it indifferently?
In contrast, Owen's title of "Earl" was just a symbol.
Leslie dared to provoke Sodelor, but it did not mean that he was not afraid of the nobles. He was just not afraid of Sodelor's "power".
The "Wolverine Mercenary Group" had been established for 27 years, and its industries were all over the territory of Eiffta. Its foundation was no less than that of some nobles, and even more than that of Baron Sodelor. Although the mercenary group did not have enough interest chains to make profits like the large trading companies, Leslie knew that these industries under his hands were in a critical period of "transformation" …
This time, the "accidental death" of Viscount Tranka gave Leslie the opportunity to transform the "mercenary group" into a "trading company"!
He wanted to develop more interest chains and gradually cultivate the mercenary group into his own private army to maintain the "interest pyramid" that was about to be established, and at the same time, build his forces into a huge group comparable to the nobles.
For Leslie, who had a low level of education, he naturally couldn't come up with such a "development strategy". If it was inspiration, the pharmacist who cooperated with them in the Pharmacist Guild was the one who really made his "ambition" inflated.
Before this, his concept of "making money" was nothing more than a local gangster sucking the marrow out of the bones. But now that he had a goal, Leslie felt full of energy, and even had a sense of superiority to surpass the nobles.
"Continue to shout, ask that Sodelor to come out and negotiate with me."
Leslie confidently assigned tasks to his deputy, and he stood leisurely at the back of the team, looking at the ruined manor in front of him with a mocking smile on his face …
"Leader, I just heard that they seemed to be very brave in the battle a few days ago and killed a lot of people …"
"Oh, so what?"
In the face of the kind reminder of his subordinate, Leslie still had the same expression. She turned her head and said indifferently, "Does killing a lot of people mean I don't dare to touch him? Do you see this manor? Why did I come here personally to force him to negotiate with me? That's because I've sent people to investigate this place in advance. He doesn't have many subordinates. "
The regiment commander's tone was filled with confidence. "You want to control the town with just a few dozen soldiers? You want to annex everything with just a few patrol teams? This baron is too inexperienced. Look, he can only send six people to block the door. So what if they are strong? Can he stop me from threatening him? "
"The Guild Leader is indeed wise!"
All the mercenaries who thought that Leslie was a rash person were convinced. They couldn't help but admire Leslie … If only they were as smart as their leader.
The sun had set and the heavy snow had stopped. The gloomy sky gradually cleared up. The cold air had brought a gust of wind with the bleakness and coldness of winter. The moonlight reflected off the ground, giving the surrounding a good view. At this time, Leslie could even see the silhouettes in front of the window on the second floor of the manor.
Soon, the sound of the manor's gate opening made him raise his head. Two scouts raised their torches to illuminate the place. With the light from the torches, Leslie saw several figures walking out one after another: an old man, a young man dressed in noble clothes, a man in a cloak with his face hidden under the hood walking in front, and behind them …
Leslie's eyes instantly lit up with greed. Of the two people walking in the back, one was the Priest, Kesha, whom he had thoughts about before!
The other person carrying a short bow also had a graceful figure, which made Leslie's belly burn with desire.
"Tsk tsk, seems like I'm in luck today."
He muttered to himself and then waved his hand, ordering the mercenaries to spread out in formation. He took a step forward and said in a loud voice, "Baron Sodelor, my deputy leader was beaten up by your patrol team. Aren't you going to give me an explanation for this?"
If you don't give me an explanation and want to negotiate with me, then I can only wait to be slaughtered.
Leslie thought proudly in his heart. Unexpectedly, before Sodelor said anything, the old man suddenly said, "What right do you have to speak here?"
"Yo, where did this old man come from? Don't you want to live enough and come to show off in front of our leader? "
The surrounding mercenaries laughed. Leslie was displeased and couldn't be bothered with Steward John. He looked at Sodelor and said, "As a dignified Baron, you let this old man take the lead? I admire you. "
The few people standing in front of the manor didn't have any extra expressions. Roddy wasn't interested in dealing with this matter at this time. He took the short bow and quiver and walked out. One reason was to prevent accidents, and the other was to see how Steward John would deal with this. Because this old man's attitude directly showed how important he was to Angmar.
Natha followed behind Roddy as a student, while Akasha was called by Roddy to be insurance. In a situation where conflict might break out, a powerful priest standing behind them would definitely give the team a different level of confidence.
At this time, the "main character" Sodelor wasn't a puppet placed in front of the stage by Roddy. He was very clear about his responsibilities, and he was quick-witted and had absolutely enough methods to deal with it. Although he didn't care about this mercenary group in front of him, from a practical point of view, their actions actually represented the views of some other forces in the territory: he had no qualifications, no money, and no power. In Hollier City, he might be able to bully others, but in other places, he would definitely be bound.
What he needed to do was to fiercely fight back and make an example out of them!
"Admire me? Actually, I admire you more. " Sodelor shrugged. "I guess you're the first person who dares to speak to Steward John like this."
The mercenaries didn't have any knowledge of the common name "John", and as for the word "steward", they automatically ignored it. There were as many stewards in the territory of nobles as there were hairs on a cow, and using it to scare people was an old trick.
So Lesley wasn't afraid at all, and even felt that it was necessary to use some means … He raised his hand and pointed forward. Just as he was about to order the mercenaries to move forward, he found that the hooded young man in front of him suddenly raised his head and reached for his short bow!
This action instantly made the atmosphere tense. Even Sodelor didn't understand what Roddy was going to do. He thought that this guy was going to directly solve the problem with force, but then he found that Roddy didn't even look at the mercenaries. Instead, he took off his hood and looked up at the sky with a serious face.
"Something's wrong …"
Roddy's words and actions made Lesley immediately think that he was deliberately mystifying and stalling for time. He opened his mouth to mock a few words, but the next moment, he instantly stopped because of Roddy's action …
Because in front of him, the young man in front of him had nocked an arrow and pulled the bowstring, ready to shoot in half a second!
But his target wasn't Lesley or any of the mercenaries. Everyone could see that at this moment, Roddy actually pointed the short bow to the sky. When they looked up, they found that there were actually three large black birds hovering in the sky above their heads …
They didn't fly mindlessly like ordinary birds, but at the same speed, at the same altitude, and in a circular arc!
Because it was a full moon night, the moonlight illuminated the snow and made it extremely high visibility. So even the mercenaries with poor eyesight could clearly see the three strange black birds in the sky. It wasn't strange to see birds flying in the winter, but to fly in this form in the night was really abnormal. Even the dullest mercenary could detect their abnormality.
And the mercenaries with better eyesight could even see the flickering red light in the birds' eyes!
"This —"
At this moment, whether it was Lesley who had a card up his sleeve, Steward John who was unusually angry, or Sodelor who was ready to take advantage of the situation to trample on others, they all raised their heads to look at the three strange birds hovering above their heads. Their original thoughts were completely disrupted.
But the fastest to react, Roddy didn't give them time to think. Almost at the next moment, he raised the short bow and aimed at the birds, he shouted to Akasha beside him, "Holy Light Spell! Twice in a row! "
"Natha, help me deal with the one in front on the left!"
A second later, Roddy's arrow was the first to fly out, and Akasha's golden light followed closely behind!
The dark night was the best background to set off the 'Holy Light Spell', and the snow-white ground made the sudden flickering light incomparably bright. Akasha actually didn't know why Roddy wanted to cast this Holy Light Spell, because its function was to 'illuminate'. In the past, it was most often used in certain religious ceremonies. In terms of killing power, it could only cause burns to specific races like the 'undead'.
But Roddy's words were an order, and as a follower, Akasha could only choose to 'obey'.
When the dazzling light lit up, the bodies of the three large birds, which were about forty meters above the ground, suddenly swayed. Immediately after, the long arrow pierced through the body of one of the birds, causing it to fall to the ground without any suspense …
The speed of Roddy's arrow was too fast, and he almost didn't stop to aim at the next target. He didn't care about the mercenaries in front of him who couldn't open their eyes because of the Holy Light Spell. He narrowed his eyes and shot again the moment Akasha's' Holy Light Spell 'lit up for the second time!
The remaining two black birds had already begun to dodge, and the sudden dive allowed them to luckily avoid Roddy's arrow. But just as they determined their flight path, Natha's arrow followed, successfully 'stabbing' them and successfully killing them.
From start to finish, in a short four seconds, only one of the three black birds above them was left, and the remaining one had already flapped its wings with all its might and almost immediately left Roddy and Natha's attack range. Natha raised her bow and was about to shoot again, but Roddy raised his hand to stop her. "Enough, I deliberately let it go."
This sentence made Natha confused. The wood elves had extremely strong night vision, so she could clearly recognize that the black bird was the 'blood crow' that had attacked her people previously. Since it was a unit of the undead, why didn't he shoot them all down?
But such a question didn't have the time to think about it. Screams and exclamations sounded among the mercenaries, causing the original group of people to instantly shift their attention from the sky to the ground.
After adapting to the dim light, everyone realized that a mercenary behind Lesley was already lying on the ground, his face and fingers charred black as if they had been burnt by fire …
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