"Xue Bian! Why are you here! "Wyft cried out involuntarily.
The person who came in from outside the hall was none other than Wyft's butler, Xue Bian. The butler lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Wyft. He knelt down beside Oz and took out something from his bosom with trembling hands. He presented it to Oz and said, "My lord, this is Wyft's notebook. It records everything he has done in the past half a year. Who was bribed by him, who wanted to assassinate him, and who owed him a great favor are all clearly recorded in it. "
Oz took the notebook and casually flipped through it. Sure enough, it was densely packed with all the matters that Wyft had handled. The baron shook the notebook and asked coldly, "We have a witness, and now we have physical evidence. Wyft, what else do you have to say? "
Wyft pointed at the butler and said, "You, you, you …"
Allen walked up to the butler and patted him on the shoulder. He smiled at Wyft and said, "You can bribe people, but Edward can't bribe your butler? Wyft, if your brain isn't working, don't play with these schemes. It's normal for people to be unable to remember things when they're old, but it's a little suicidal to record your shady dealings. Of course, you can also say that this book isn't yours. Then I'll find an expert to identify the handwriting. What do you think? "
Wyft seemed to have aged ten years in an instant and said dejectedly, "There's no need to trouble yourself, my lord." He said unwillingly, "That's right, I admit that I did all this. But don't you think that this little brat Oz is suitable to be the lord? If I were to do it, I would do a better job than him. Besides, as you can see, if it weren't for you, this brat would have already been defeated. How can such a person be a good lord? "
Allen smiled at him and answered, "I wonder if Lord Bankin mentioned the barracks to you? If not, I don't mind telling you. Just before the banquet began, the so-called chief and a few bullshit captains you placed in the barracks were all beaten down by one of my subordinates. Even the camp flag was cut down by my subordinates. "
The corner of Wyft's eyes twitched.
"Do you know why I did it? I want to tell you, and all those quick-witted lords and officials in here. Lola is one of my capable generals, and she is not the only expert I can bring out. Now, any one of my people can get rid of the so-called strong people in your eyes. So, what you think you can rely on is actually nothing. As long as I want to, I can ask anyone in this hall to pack up and leave at any time. No matter how strong an ant was, it was no match for an elephant. It's the same logic as a small baron who can't fight against the huge imperial family. " Allen's gaze slowly swept across the faces of the people in the hall. "I don't mind if you have ambitions, and I don't mind if you secretly use your power to fish for benefits. But if anyone forgets their duty and dares to stretch their hands too far, I don't mind chopping off your hands either. I might even chop off your heads! "
"That's right, Oz's ability is indeed insufficient, and many aspects are not satisfactory. But he has one thing better than you. Do you know what it is, Master Wyft? "Allen's gaze returned to the old man.
The old man gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know!"
"First of all, he is younger than you. Being young means that his potential is greater than yours, and his plasticity is stronger than yours. Secondly, he doesn't have your stench of copper, and he doesn't have your desire for profit. What I need is a vassal who can govern the territory well, not a fellow who only knows how to squeeze the territory to fill his coffin with gold, silver, and jewelry! "
Wyft finally sat down dejectedly. Allen looked at Oz, who understood and said in a deep voice, "Now that the evidence is conclusive, I declare in my capacity as Lord that Wyft is guilty of murdering an official of Fenrir City. Take him down immediately! "
The two Sea Dragon Knight behind him immediately stepped forward and pressed down on Wyft from the left and right. Wyft's female companion quietly retreated and hid in the crowd. As Wyft was taken down, the dusty banquet was left unsettled. Although Bankin and Yodi were not captured by Oz, the two of them watched as Wyft was subdued, and the feeling in their hearts was quite unpleasant. Moreover, once the tree Wyft fell, the power of the two of them in Fenrir City would vanish into thin air.
Before the banquet was over, Bankin gritted his teeth and was the first to kneel down to Oz. He scolded himself for being an accomplice to Wyft for half a year and begged Oz for forgiveness. Seeing that Bankin was already like this, Eudy threw caution to the wind and confessed that he had used Wyft's power to lower the purchase price of grain, exclude his peers, bully the rice farmers, and so on. Oz listened coldly and said, "You guys are smart. If you don't take the initiative to stand up tonight." Then tomorrow morning, Bankin will be thrown into prison, and Yodi, your property will be confiscated. Now it was another matter. Bankin would immediately remove the position of Governor of Security, and tomorrow, Fenrir City would also remove this ridiculous official position. You are still your sheriff. As for Yodi, I will not touch your property or your merchant group. But from now on, the purchase price must be fair, and you are not allowed to exclude your peers. Otherwise, you will leave the Radiant Ridge! "
Such a small punishment was out of the two's expectations. Especially Bankin. Although he could no longer be the Governor of Security, he could still maintain his position as a sheriff. He couldn't be said to be developed, but it was more than enough for him to retire. With the example of Bankin and Yodi, all the nobles associated with Wyft stood up to identify themselves. As a result, a dusty banquet turned into a confession conference, causing Oz to feel both angry and amused.
However, everything developed in the direction that Allen had expected. Originally, according to Edward's arrangements. When Wyft was killed, Bankin and Yodi would not be able to escape. Even the nobles who were close to Wyft were taken down when Edward closed his net. If Wyft wanted to change the heavens, Edward's arrangements would be the same. However, Allen had changed the plan. Originally, he had taken the butcher's knife, but he had thrown the butcher's knife to Oz. Originally, many heads would have been chopped off, but now these heads were still settled on top of their heads.
Edward's arrangement was that after the heavens changed, the Radiant Ridge would be completely filthy. Allen could insert his own people in and indirectly take control of this territory. As for Allen's method, it was to help Oz up and set up an image of kindness and might in front of others. The former would be done once and for all, but it would inevitably hurt the Radiant Ridge. The latter was relatively gentle, but if it weren't for the fact that Oz had made up his mind, Allen would still have used Edward's strategy. At that time, Oz would really become his puppet.
The big boy, who had a straight face according to Allen's instructions, didn't know that he had almost embarked on another path with a bleak future. Fortunately, he made the right choice.
While the hall was bustling with noise, the female companion that Wyft had brought quietly left the hall. She quickly walked out of the City Lord's Mansion and arrived at the shadow in the corner. First, he tore off the troublesome skirt, revealing a pair of smooth and white thighs. On both sides of that pair of seductive thighs, there were two daggers tied tightly to them. The woman simply kicked off her high-heeled shoes and flew barefoot along the alley.
She was extremely familiar with the streets and alleys of Fenrir City, constantly passing through the streets and alleys. If someone was stalking her, there was a high chance that she would be left behind. The woman's goal was clear. She wanted to leave the city before dawn. Otherwise, she wouldn't have to go anywhere at dawn tomorrow. Since the other party had bribed Wyft's butler, he also knew that the chief of the city defense force and a few captains were placed in by Wyft.
As long as he wasn't an idiot, he could feel his identity. Moreover, Sir Allen didn't look like an idiot at all. On the contrary, he was terrifyingly shrewd. Wyft's painstaking arrangements were torn apart by three or two people, and in the end, he ended up in a miserable state of being detained and awaiting death.
The woman had been both a killer and a bed warmer for the old man for the past six months, but she didn't really want to die with the old man. She was definitely not, as the old man knew, a destitute killer whose team had been framed, and she was the only one who survived. What gratitude for the old man's life-saving grace? That was just an excuse to get close to Wyft. As for whether Wyft had really never thought of this flawed excuse, or if he just didn't want to poke through it, the woman didn't know and didn't want to know.
She took a deep breath and increased her speed again, drifting away like a red cloud in the dark night.
The city gate was in sight.
The wind behind her blew loudly. The woman turned around and her scalp exploded.
A head of silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the woman in her bright red pupils saw her panicked face. Who else could it be if it wasn't the young viscount chasing after her? In the blink of an eye, Allen swept up the street building and instantly advanced. He did a somersault in midair and threw a punch at the woman from afar while upside down.
The temperature around the woman rose sharply, and she hurriedly stopped. In front of her, a curtain of fire rushed up out of thin air, blocking her path. The curtain of fire rose and fell, and Allen had already landed on the ground, blocking her path. The woman could already see the city gate in the distance, but there was Allen between her and the city gate.
Although he was only one person, it was as if he had crossed an insurmountable peak!
Just as the woman wanted to jump back, she heard a dull sound. She turned around and saw that the swordswoman who had cut down the camp flag was standing in the middle of the road. The heavy greatsword leaned against the ground, and the sword reflected the cold moonlight, causing the woman's face to become even paler.
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