"Downton, are you crazy? If you do this, you will have a fight with Summer to the death."

Chadley's head was covered in cold sweat. He suddenly realized that his new friend seemed to be out of his mind, "Don't forget, you just chopped off the hands and feet of Prince Gwent!"

"I remember it very clearly!"

Downton scanned the audience and curled his lips, "I believe in your memory, but I don't believe in your character, so you left your limbs for me to keep for you!"

When it comes to this level, no one will think that Downton is joking. High-level magic can reattach severed limbs. With the strength of the Kuwa family, it is no problem to find an archbishop, but if you have limbs, you have to find one.

The red archbishop, because only they have the magical ability to regenerate severed limbs.

"Downton, don't go too far!"

Kuva bit the corner of his mouth and drew blood.

"Excessive? If the master hadn't been strong, he would have been killed by those two dragon slayers. How dare you mention it too much? Believe it or not, I'll smash your mouth?"

Jackson jumped out, holding a repeating crossbow and pointing towards Kuwa.

After being insulted by a ghoul, if it had been in the past, the subordinates surrounding Kuva would have repaired it, but this time, no one dared to lift a finger.

"It's getting late and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Should you do it yourself or let me do it?"

Downton glanced at the starry sky and lost interest in the party.

"Sansa!"

Kuva had to lower his head and looked at Princess Sansa, who had the highest status here.

"Downton, for my sake, let Kuva go?"

This was a big favor, and with Sansa's scheming mind, she would never let it go, so she arranged her hair with her hands, deliberately showed a charming smile, and spoke to Downton in a soft voice.

"Sorry ma'am, do I know you well?"

Downton deliberately showed a puzzled look.

"you……"

Sansa's face suddenly turned the color of pig's liver. From childhood to adulthood, beauty and beauty have always been her capital, allowing her to always look down and ridicule others. Who dares to be so rude?

If it were normal, Sansa's two dragon slayer bodyguards would have taken action to teach such rude people a lesson, but seeing Downton kill two dragon slayers with their own eyes, how could they still have the confidence? Just ask the Stark family

His face is prestigious enough? But now it seems that this guy is inferior to everyone!

puff!

The girls who were watching were so happy that they couldn't help but laugh out loud. They had long disliked Sansa. If these words were spread, Sansa would definitely become a laughing stock.

"Hurry up, I am not in the mood to waste time with you!"

Downton was impatient.

"Downton, are you trying to provoke the Stark family?" Princess Sansa said sternly, "The Ice Wolves are never afraid of war!"

"I'm just a princess, what do your words mean? Do you want to teach me a lesson? Let your father do it!"

Downton has lost his patience with this scheming bitch. Compared with Sissi, this guy is ridiculously inferior in both beauty and character. "By the way, I, the Hand of the King in Frankfurt, am waiting for you."

war!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

Sansa was angry, but after she finished speaking, she found that none of the usually obedient servants moved.

"Princess, please calm down!"

Two dragon slayers were scared to death, and one of them smiled apologetically at Downton. There was nothing they could do about it, because they were dragon slayers, so they knew how terrifying Downton was more than those miscellaneous nobles.

Seeing that Sansa's words were useless, Kuva turned around and ran away. Then the nobles saw Downton standing there. They just smiled contemptuously, and two golden dragon spears appeared from the sky. They shot through his arms.

, nailed him to the ground.

ah!

As Kuwa screamed, Downton drew his sword and slashed out four magic blades. After cutting through the air, they struck the prince's shoulders and thighs.

Puff puff!

Blood spurted out. The remaining limbs were flying around, and Prince Kuwa, who had been cut into a stick, fell into a pool of blood.

"Your Highness!" A group of subordinates quickly gathered around him to stop the bleeding.

"Tell your king, 10 billion gold coins will be delivered to me in Frankfurt in one month. If you refuse, I will destroy the entire Samos!"

Downton's declaration made all the nobles exclaim again. What is the difference between this and a declaration of war? What's more, the most talented heir has been crippled by you, so it would be strange not to launch an invasion war.

"I want to die!" Jackson cursed, "Why are you still dazed? Pick up your hands and feet!"

"Downton, what are you doing?"

Chadley's face was filled with bitterness.

"If you don't do anything, I have too many legions under my command. We can just fight and cause trouble every day, so why not send them to the battlefield?"

Downton shrugged his shoulders. Guwett was a low-income country, and it was separated by several countries. When it came to attack, I don't know why it was so old, but it was better to compete with Samos. There was only one principality in the middle, and we could fight at any time.

"Take this guy back. By the way, be sure to pay the ransom, otherwise I will feed these things to the dogs in a month!"

After Downton said to Kuva's men, he looked at Sansa and his party, "Sorry, I'm sleepy and I'm going to bed."

After speaking, Downton didn't wait for Sansa's response and went straight back to the tent.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

After hearing what Downton said, a group of nobles finally began to ask for information about him.

"Downton? Frankfurt? Wait, isn't he the native Duke?"

"What native Duke?"

"Can you read more, understand the international situation, eat, drink and have fun all day long, will you be worthy of your parents?"

The nobles were in a quarrel. Although most of these people were prodigal, there were always some elites. They had not thought of Downton before because he was too young and too low-key.

"Chadley, tell me, what is the origin of this guy?"

Sansa looked at the Prince of Belgium.

"He is the Duke of the West in Frankfort. He has recently conquered the other three realms and the royal capital, and has become the king's hand in this country, but in fact, he is the actual person in power."

Chadley explained.

"No way? How old is he? He is under twenty years old, right?"

"Aboriginal Duke? I think of it, all his men are natives, and there seems to be a group of drow elves?"

"Wait a minute, does he also have the nickname Duke Goblin? It is said that his finance minister is a goblin!"

The intelligence collection work of third-rate countries is not bad, it's just that these nobles don't pay attention.

"Go check it out for me!"

Sansa gritted her teeth and ordered her subordinates.

"You should be more careful. He is a strong man of the first level of the scepter. Killing us is really no different from blowing ashes!"

Chadley reminded.

"Are you kidding me?"

The nobles were dumbfounded. For them, the dragon-slaying level was an unattainable peak. The scepter? They couldn't even imagine it!

If they knew that Downton had been promoted to the Five of Wands again, they would probably be scared to death.

"Gwent aside, Samosa's national strength is among the top five among third-rate countries. Frankfurt has just experienced a civil war, and now it is provoking others, which is clearly asking for self-destruction!"

Some nobles were not convinced and raised questions.

"Please, before you speak, you should first understand Downton's resume. He was a brilliant general who burned down the 150,000-strong army of the Southern Territory. Did you know? He wiped out the dukes and kings of the four realms and accumulated them.

Having kept the wealth for himself for hundreds of years, he may lack everything, but what he lacks most is money and soldiers. Those hilly natives who have made a fortune in war are stretching their necks and waiting to be his cannon fodder!"

Chadley was indeed a military fanatic and had some knowledge. When he said this, he suddenly reacted and hurried to Downton's camp.

"I can definitely contribute military expenses to support Downton!"

Chadley cheered for his new discovery. The battlefield of this battle was far away from Belgium, and the war could not burn the mainland. As for gold coins, they were nothing to the country. If Downton lost the battle,

, just treat it as a wasted effort. If you win, you can legitimately get a share of the pie.

"Downton is alone and needs allies. If I send them here now, it will definitely be a help in times of need!" Chadley had already thought about it. As long as he didn't send troops, even if Downton was defeated, he would have plenty of excuses to shirk other countries.

censure.

"Belgium is backed by two great empires. Who among those third-rate countries would dare to attack me?" The more Chadley thought about it, the more he felt that this was a sure-profit deal. Now he was worried that Downton would not be short of military spending.

"Military spending? Great!"

Downton decided to become a queen and had no scruples. With his relationship with Sissi, Maximilian II must have been happy to see Lombardy's influence in the north increase.

Even if Downton doesn't want to admit it, after cooperating with Lombardy, in the eyes of other countries, he is their spokesperson. To put it harshly, it is like a dog that bites the enemy to death. The owner is happy, but the owner has no loss. (

To be continued...)
Chapter completed!