When the news of the mage Siren being stabbed to the castle, the lord was having dinner with his wife and children in the restaurant.

The situation was urgent, and the messenger didn't care about this anymore. Under the leadership of his servant, he rushed to the restaurant, fell to the ground, and said anxiously: "Lord, Master Siren's Magi were assassinated!"

Shulai was cutting a roasted pigeon on the table with a knife. Hearing this, he paused his hand, and then continued to fork the cut pieces of meat with a fork, put them into his mouth, and chew them carefully.

There was no expression on his face, and there was no sign of anger, at least the messenger could not tell.

But the baubles on the side saw that she knew her husband very well.

She looked at his empty hand and was clenching his fists. He was so hard that his knuckles turned white.

This shows that the anger in his heart has reached the critical point of explosion.

The Baroness immediately stood up and said softly to her son and daughter on the dining table: "Lilya, Os, let's go to the small hall to eat."

Liliya is already a fourteen-year-old girl. She stood up obediently and followed her mother.

However, Oss was still a boy of seven or eight years old and asked in a daze: "Mother, why?"

This time, the baubles who had been gentle and gentle to him had no explanation, and pulled her son up a little and left the restaurant.

The family had left, and Shulai chewed the slices of meat in his mouth and swallowed them. He picked up the snow-white napkin on the table and slowly wiped the oil stains on his mouth.

Until it was wiped clean, the initial shock in his heart had been calmed down, and the anger that surged was suppressed back to his heart.

As a lord of a city, he will never let his emotions influence his reason. He knows that under impulse, it is very easy to make wrong decisions.

"Is the city gate blocked?" Shulai's tone was calm and without any fluctuations.

"The whole city has been martial law, and the knights and the people stationed in the city have been dispatched to look for the assassin." The messenger lowered his head and replied, looking extremely humble. He could smell the storm from the baron's gentle tone.

"Who is the assassin? Has anyone seen it?" Shulai continued to ask.

"I am a young man with a bow on his body and two heavy battle axes. When fighting, he shines with white light on his body, which is the power of frost. Also, this is what he left by the carriage."

As the messenger said, he reached into his arms, took out a silver emblem and handed it to the servant beside him.

The servant carefully wiped the emblem with a white cloth towel, and then handed it to Baron Shulai.

The Baron looked at the thorny flower pattern on the insignia and exhaled a long sigh, setting the insignia aside.

Unexpectedly, this time, his old opponent would move so quickly and so decisively, which was beyond his expectations.

The Ice Snake Sword had just arrived less than a day after it came to his hands, and the revenge came and he killed his deli subordinates in an instant.

He pondered for a while, then said to the messenger: "You go to the City Hall, the Adventurer Union, the Assassin Hall, and rewards are issued everywhere. As long as someone can provide assassin information, ten gold coins. Those who can get the assassin's head, fifty gold coins. The speed is fast!"

The messenger nodded and rushed out of the restaurant. Soon, the sound of horse hooves moving away sounded outside the castle.

Until then, Shulai's anger that had been suppressing suddenly erupted.

He threw the thorn flower emblem on the table to the ground, crushed it with his feet for a long time, and gasped in big breaths.

Siren was his most trustworthy mage. Not only was he knowledgeable, his strategy was also first-class. At the same time, he was also his son's spell enlightenment mentor, and he was trained from an ordinary civilian for a lot of money.

After all, the gold coins he has invested on the mage over the years are three or four thousand gold coins.

Now, it's all gone.

He was not in the mood to eat, and waved his hand and asked the servant to remove the food, while he sat in a chair, waiting for further news in the city.

The news came very quickly, very quickly, in just fifteen minutes.

Another messenger entered the castle and almost rushed in.

His body was covered in mud and covered in embarrassment. He came to the baron, knelt on the ground, and said anxiously: "Sir, the assassin has broken through the city gate and left the city!"

"What did you say?" The Baron stood up in shock, his eyes full of incredible ability. He could do so quickly!

The messenger lowered his head and continued, "The assassin is extremely powerful, and we can't stop him. Knight Hans was chopped three axes by him, and was directly chopped off the city wall and was seriously injured. Knight Maiser led the soldiers to chase him out, but he took the opportunity to steal a horse and ran away."

The Baron's face finally showed a hint of surprise.

He asked solemnly: "Is his elemental power second level? Is Drake coming?"

According to what the messenger said, it seemed that only Baron Heimer's First Knight could do it.

Drake is an absolute genius. At only thirty years old, the power of elementals reaches the second level.

He is not only the first knight of Baron Heimer, but also the most powerful elemental warrior on the White Horse Plain.

"It's not Drake, but a young man. His face is less than twenty, and his elemental power is only at the first level, which is amazingly powerful. He can pick up the horse under the city gate with one hand."

Hearing this, the baron was speechless. Unexpectedly, Heimer found another powerful knight. How could the gods favor him so much?

But it is not right. It is only at the first level. Even if the power is great, there is a limit. He still has archers. Can he still block a hundred arrows?

"Tell me carefully about the process of breaking through the city gate!" Shu Lai said.

The messenger immediately told all the details he had seen.

These messengers are the Baron's confidants, and they are the eyes and ears of Shulai who controls the army and controls the movements of the army under his command. They have received special training in describing things. Just a few words make the Baron feel a sense of realism when he is present in person.

After hearing this, the Baron's face was already gloomy.

He was not afraid of those warriors who rely on brute force and only knew how to fight wildly. Even Knight Drake was not afraid of it.

But he was afraid of those brave and resourceful guys. Obviously, the young man in the messenger's mouth was such an outstanding figure who valued both wisdom and courage.

‘Damn it, that guy Heimer made a lot of money!’ Shulai thought hatefully.

No, he must erase the assassin. He is so young and so powerful. When he grows up, it will be great!

He looked up and asked, "How many people have been sent to chase him."

The messenger said, "Three knights, and more than fifty light cavalry."

Shulai narrowed his eyes and said, "No, this is not enough. These people may not be able to chase the assassin."

He lowered his head and pondered for a while, and looked up and said, "You go to the stable, take out my storm war horse, go to the White Tower to find the mage Anthony, and ask him to take action. You tell him that as long as you kill the assassin, the war horse will belong to him."

The Storm War Horse was his treasure, bought from Earl Phyllis.

Master Anthony was the envoy stationed in York City by the Kingdom. He had always been jealous of this storm war horse. Now, in order to eliminate potential strong enemies, I will give it to him.

The messenger looked stunned and asked, "Sir, that horse is worth a thousand gold! This..."

Not to mention the messenger, even the noble knights could only watch from a distance, not even touching. Unexpectedly, they were going to give it to others now.

Shu Lai said calmly: "What's the big daughter? If I don't kill this assassin, I will lose more in the future! Why don't you go quickly!"

The messenger dared not speak, so he could only execute the command quickly.

After a while, a loud neighing sound came from the direction of the stable, followed by a storm-like sound of horse hooves.

Baron Shulai walked to the window and looked at the precious storm war horse, his eyes full of reluctance.

The war horse has not yet grown completely, and the horse rack has not yet grown completely, but the shoulder height is 1.5 meters, and the muscles of the whole body are compact and smooth, just like marble sculptures.

The war horse is hairless and has a bright green skin. When it is running wildly, it will emit a green elemental light, especially on the horse's hooves. The light is even more intense, just like stepping on four green flames. It looks very eye-catching in the dark night, showing a thrilling beauty.

This war horse is the combat companion that every knight dreams of.

The Storm War Horse was obviously suffocated in the stable. It ran all the way, and its figure pulled out a blue mist line in the night and quickly extended out of the castle.

It was not until the figure of the war horse disappeared that Shu Lai reluctantly withdrew his gaze and sighed helplessly.

This time, if Anthony can successfully kill the assassin, it would be worth it for him to send out the war horse.

The Ice Snake Sword in his hand can play its best. He couldn't say that he had to plan it carefully, which would hurt that guy Heimer.

But if he fails to succeed, his life will be really hard.

None of the knights under him had broken through the second level. The one who could have fought against Drake was the mage Siren. Now he was killed, which made him extremely sad.

If so, he could only send the Ice Snake Sword back intact and then apologize to the guy.

If this is the result, how could he feel?

Damn it, why is Heimer's luck so good? Not to mention the Knight Drake, he has discovered a genius, and he has not one of them.
Chapter completed!