The night is hazy and the stars are falling. The city of Rafag is still in the festive atmosphere of the glorious festival. Bright magic lights shine on this city in the noisy city. The bustling streets are crowded, seeking the excitement of nightlife.

Lafarge is a small town located in the northeast of Silversong Province. Because it is adjacent to the city of Edalas, the trade economy here is well developed. Many big merchants and palace nobles live here, forming the pyramid of this small town.

There were many luxurious carriages at the entrance of the lord's mansion in the inner city. Although they looked quite exquisite and gorgeous, only a few carriages were engraved with heralds representing the nobles.

The noise sounded, and the banquet in the City Lord's Mansion tonight ended. People in gorgeous clothes walked out of the City Lord's Mansion one after another. They complimented each other and smiled at each other, as if looking forward to the next banquet.

This is the communication in the upper class. While allocating resources, you can always find people who like their own interests.

"Master, should you stay in the city tonight or go back to the manor?" the young housekeeper asked respectfully, supporting Lord Whitley.

"Go back to the manor, stay in the city for many days, it's time to go back and take a look." Lord Whitley rubbed his tired eyes, raised his head and looked at the dim starry sky, and the bright moon hung on the night.

Unlike the aristocrats gathering in Edalas City, he could only be a small person on the edge at that time, silently watching the bright and beautiful top aristocrats toast.

In Rafarge, Lord Whitley was a great man, a nobleman with a title, surrounded by decent gentlemen and great merchants also sought cooperation.

For some chambers of commerce and caravans, having the support of a noble is a very strong guarantee.

So, in recent days, there will be some banquets to invite Lord Whitley to attend. Naturally, he will become the center of the banquet and be tired of dealing with some unfamiliar social interactions, just like the banquet at the City Lord's Mansion tonight.

"Okay, lord, then I'll drive the carriage over." The young butler bowed and retreated, without having to endure the old hands that were always placed behind his perky butt.

Crunch! Crunch!

Two smooth and graceful horses took small square steps and drove steadily through the noisy streets with luxurious carriages. They followed several knight attendants riding horses in turn. After leaving the city gate, the convoy slowly drove towards the outskirts of the city.

If there is any famous place outside the outskirts of Rafarge, then the first choice is Whitley Manor, a luxurious manor named after Lord Whitley. In addition to the powerful guardian force, the magnificent building attracted many pedestrians to look out from afar.

Recently, rumors have been leaked. In order to cling to Baron Benny, the garrison officer of Edalas City, Lord Whitley seems to be preparing to renovate the manor, minus the luxury buildings and build green vegetation. I don’t know whether it is true or false.

The journey is only three or five miles, and the luxurious carriage engraved with noble heralds has been driven on the specially built solid road surface, and not far away is Whitley Manor.

The young butler skillfully waved the horse whip, drove the carriage smoothly, and looked up at the crimson glow rendered under the night sky. It was a very beautiful scenery, but he was a little confused. It was the direction of the manor, why did such a scene appear?

Ah-----------

After the carriage drove through the solid road, the young housekeeper seemed to have seen something extremely frightened, and a harsh scream rang out in the night.

After hearing the movement, several knight attendants following the carriage quickly drove over and vaguely protected the entire carriage. Then the guard leader trembled and said, "Old...Master,...things...are...in love!"

As he grew older, Lord Whitley felt his physical strength began to decline year by year. The harsh screams sounded in his ears made him wake up from his drowsiness, frowning slightly, as if unhappy that the butler was so incompetent.

Now that he heard the trembling words of the guard leader, he felt something was wrong. The guard leader had spent a lot of money to recruit him. He was a veteran who had participated in the Patriotic War for ten years, and his strength was at the peak of the Knights' attendant.

Lord Whitley quickly stood up and lifted the thick curtain of the carriage. When he saw the scene in his field of vision, his eyes turned black and almost fell from the carriage.

fire!

Burning fire!

Devour the magnificent Whitley Manor!

Blood!

The flowing red blood dyed the grass in the manor red.

A large number of remains are scattered throughout the luxurious buildings that once were!

"Hurry, let's go and leave here!" Lord Whitley's eyes flushed, he suppressed the extreme sadness in his heart, and urged tone.

After all, the young housekeeper was away with Lord Whitley for many years and had seen a lot of worldly things. He waved the whip in his hand tremblingly, trying to turn his head and leave.

The knight guards around the carriage were also cautiously alert, fearing that enemies would suddenly appear in the night. From the miserable manor you saw, it was confirmed that it was a group of quite elite enemies, and no living was allowed to be let go.

Da! Da! Da! Da! Da! Da!

The horse's hooves stepped on, and a cavalry team rushed out of the dark night to surround the convoy. At the same time, a cramped voice sounded.

"Lord Whitley, are you in such a hurry to leave? Don't you go back to the manor to see your wife and children?"

Through the flames not far away, Lord Whitley narrowed his eyes slightly and watched a knight come out strolling in the garden, lifting up the dark green armor.

"Baron Emosen, it's you!" Lord Whitley was slightly stunned at the familiar feminine face, then roared out, with some disbelief in his sad eyes.

"How dare you slaughter aristocratic family like this? Are you not afraid of the investigation of the noble parliament of the kingdom?"

"Ha? It seems that the plundered golden shield and resource interests have completely destroyed the minds of you, the nobles of the palace, and you can't even see the situation in the kingdom." Baron Emosen smiled coldly and stared at Lord Whitley in front of him with a look of pity.

"And, the noble council will not preside over justice for you, a Lord who has no hope of promotion!"

Upon hearing this, Lord Whitley's old body trembled slightly, and from the corner of his eyes he looked at the group of cavalry surrounding them. The dark green armor was carved with gorgeous patterns, vaguely familiar, and seemed to have seen it somewhere.

Then, he suddenly thought of something, and a heartfelt hatred appeared in his pupils. His right hand trembled and pointed at Baron Emosen, and said resentfully: "I will wait for you in hell, Baron Emosen!"

"It seems you have guessed it, but you said it wrong. I won't go to hell!" Baron Emosen pulled out the long sword at his waist and pointed at the carriage team and showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Iron Thorns, kill them!"

The sound of killing suddenly rang out, and the overflowing blood dyed the solid road surface red.

The battle ended very quickly. Compared with the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion, Lord Whitley's escort cavalry was completely vulnerable. Some even more, they dismounted and knelt down and surrendered, but they still could not escape the fate of death.

"Hey, old guy, I've wanted to cut off your head long ago." Baron Emosen was carrying a bloody head, and there was a little resentment in his black pupils.

It seems to be unwilling to accept it, it seems to be cursing.
Chapter completed!