When the transport boat descended, Zhou Zhigan was still a little nervous because he didn't know who would come out of it, whether it would be a duke, and whether he needed to fight with this duke like Marceau and the Prince.

He had watched the battle video of Marceau and the prince. Both sides went back and forth throughout the whole process. In the end, Marceau bets that the joint of the two swords was not meteorite, so he was destroyed by the long sword in his hand and hit him with one blow.

Although he couldn't say he couldn't fight, he really didn't know how to win if he really wanted a duke.

It is secondary to embarrassment at that time. When fighting at the pick-up site, it is really a big question of who is the friend and who is the enemy.

But when the big umbrella was opened and the fat man walked out of the cabin, Zhou Zhigan suddenly felt a little like laughing at the royal family and the nobles who were really interested.

It seems that they know how excessive what they do, and they also know that Chief Zheng, who is far away on the Eastern Continent, will not necessarily hand over the authority in his hands. After all, this is the authority taken over without flaws from the prince. There are rituals, testimony, and false exchanges.

So instead of sending powerful envoys, they let a waste come to the front.

If you die, you will die, but what if you are not.

A good idea, a good plan, and a very interesting one.

Thinking of this, the young man in the rain took two steps forward, leaning on his scepter in his left hand and stretching forward with his right hand: "Welcome to Ropall City, Mr. Special Envoy."

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The fat man stretched out his hand and did not shake Zhou Zhigan's hand, but brushed away his hand: "Chief Zheng, you handed the wrong hand."

His words made Chief Zheng smile in the rain. He stood in the rain, and was separated from him who was standing in the rain.

"You want the scepter in my hand, right?" He smiled happily, and at the same time picked up the scepter and handed his head to himself.

This satisfied Varoshim Roda very much. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the round head of the scepter, and pulled it.

Can't pull it.

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When he saw the fat man brushing Zhou Zhi away his hand, Du Kang almost pulled out his gun. What is this fat man? What is this kind of thing that loses his father at a young age, loses his mother at a young age, and loses the warmth of his family at a young age?!

Is this called aristocrat?

When Zhou Zhigan picked up the scepter and handed it over, the dog-headed military advisor beside Du Kang came over and said, "What should we do?"

"We..." As soon as he said this, Du Kang saw the fat man pulling his scepter, but he couldn't pull it... and laughed, "Cold."

"Okay, just make a cold dish." The Dog-headed Military Advisor also noticed this scene and laughed.

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The gray elf grabbed the dwarf's shoulder tightly and pressed him against the musket hand. Although he also wanted to draw the gun and kill the rude bastard, he believed in Chief Zheng. Since he took them to meet the military police, he believed in the benefactor of their gray elf.

It was not until the fat man tried hard to pull the scepter from Chief Zheng's hand but failed that the gray elf let go of his hand with a smile.

"I...I..." The dwarf grabbed the musket in his hand tightly, wondering if he was going to pull it out of the holster.

"I believe the chief is indeed not wrong." The mixed-race man raised his eyebrows.

"Short legs are so unsustainable." The dwarf leaned over and was slapped down by the dwarf.

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"I just said that he is a wolf, and the prince did not misunderstand the person." Binka said to Silva beside him.

His old friend nodded, and noticed that his old friend pressed his hand on the handle of the gun: "Our old friend looks very unhappy."

"Yes, one thing will not satisfy everyone anyway." Binka said, watching the young nobleman pull the musket out of his holster.

A sage from the mainland said in a turbulent era that the young master presented a picture and the unfolding of the country in the picture may not necessarily be the country in the picture, but may also be a poison-deep dagger.

"The picture is missing, my old friend." Binka lowered his head and pulled out the musket in his hand.

In any case, Chief Zheng’s authority is his. If he doesn’t give it to him, others cannot rush to ask for it.

Like him, Silva drew his musket.

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Too much bullying! It's really too bullying! Zheng Yaoxian! What do you think of the royal family? Where are the elders in the Grand Parliament?

The angry young man pressed his hand on the handle of the gun. He was trembling in the rain at this moment because of the chill around him. He was no longer manipulated by anger. He looked at Zheng Yaoxian's face in front of him, looking at his hand holding Quanwei, and looking at the red face of the envoy, finally pulled the musket out of his waist.

"Zheng Yaoxian! What are you doing?" He raised the musket in his hand and pointed it at the traitor in his eyes.

The traitor in his eyes turned his head and looked at him: "Did I say I'm giving authority to this waste?"

"You dare!" He stretched out his thumb and pulled the striker behind the musket. At this moment, the young duke heir was stunned by anger and heard the sound of the trigger pulling.

Wait, he didn't pull the trigger.

With such questions, the young heir who could no longer think fell to one side, creating a red mark on the beach in the rain.

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The fat man was trembling, not because of anger, but because of the chill of the young man who was the duke's heir fell into the pool of blood created by himself, and the murderer who was holding a musket in silence and walking over under the alert gaze of the Lords of the Crowns.

"Why do this?" Zheng Yaoxian asked with a smile.

"Loyalty is an excellent quality, but sometimes what people need is flexibility and recognition of your timidity, Your Excellency." The murderer smiled and handed the musket upside down to Zheng Yaoxian: "Yagob and I are old friends. I know his character and know that he will do anything to safeguard the dignity of the nobles and the royal family. But I also know that you are the commander who just took over the authority from the prince. Therefore, I decided to follow you, Your Excellency, fate may make my choice a stain that cannot be washed away in my life, but I don't regret beating my friends to death, because just as you outsiders said, those who go against the trend of history will eventually be swallowed up by the trend."

"You are right. Fate has made you make a choice. I won't make you regret your choice. By the way, I don't know your name." Zheng Yaoxian's face was full of smiles after taking the musket he handed over.

"Zhenkobu, Zhenkobu Marbrandon, Your Excellency." The young man's hands were hanging on both sides, and after saluting, he stepped out two steps: "My family has vowed to follow every master of the scepter in your hand, and I am doing something I think is right."

"Xian Kobu, you did it right." Nodded and affirmed the young man's choice. Zheng Yaoxian turned around and looked at the fat man in front of him, pulled the scepter back from his hand. The young man looked at him condescendingly: "Varoshimqing."

"Yes, yes, sir." The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands.

"It's a pity that you haven't understood your situation yet." After saying that, he raised his musket and pressed it on the fat man's forehead: "This authority was handed to me by the Lord Prince. You should understand that I have sworn in front of him to bring everyone back. I said, I must do it."

"But I represent the royal family!" The fat man gritted his teeth and replied.

"I don't admit it."

Pulling the trigger and watching the fat man in front of him fall to the ground, Zhou Zhigan held the musket in his hand, ignoring the scene of his subordinates executing the entourage, and handed the musket to Xiankobu: "Xiankobuqing, the sight of the sight has been adjusted very well, you are also a person who loves guns."

"Thank you, you are not wrong." The young man took back his musket, as if he was holding his beloved tightly.
Chapter completed!