Elven Reaper

Robin slowly stood up, his bearded face filled with cold murderous intent, and he glanced at everyone present.

Suddenly, Herbert, who was lying on the ground, reached out and weakly pulled on his father's trousers.

"Father, it's this couple of bitches. I want to live. I have to torture them to death with my own hands in order to relieve the hatred in my heart." Although Herbert's voice was weak, it was full of hatred.

Robin turned his head, but looked at Akto first.

Robin, a fourth-level magician and martial artist, had a solemn look in his narrowed eyes. He looked very young. He must have a certain background.

On the way here, Robin had already heard from the patrolman in blue uniform that he was a magician who could use space props and had plotted against Herbert.

It seems to be this handsome young man.

His eyes turned to Vivian, an ordinary person without any cultivation.

Robin's nose was straight and his eyes were half-closed, as if he was hesitating.

"Send Herbert back first." Robin's voice was trembling, which was caused by trying to suppress his anger.

"It's the Earl." Two soldiers in uniform carried a stretcher and carried Herbert away.

Robin took a step forward and stared directly at Akto: "Robin Frank."

His words of greeting were brief but sonorous.

"Actor Mormont." Actor smiled.

"This is my friend, Miss Vivian." He then introduced to Robin.

"That's not important. In my eyes, she is like a black crystal grass that can be seen everywhere, the kind of thing I can kill at any time. I only care about you," Robin's anger sprayed out of his nostrils.

He said word by word: "Dear Mr. Magician"

Akto grinned, looking like a harmless and sunny boy: "Thank you for your compliment. You are also a respectable high-level warrior."

Robin stared intently at Akto, his hands clenched into fists crackling, and his whole body seemed like an explosive keg of gunpowder that had reached its extreme ignition point.

This young man had ruined his own son, yet he was still sitting here so arrogantly, even irritating himself unscrupulously.

What kind of peace of mind does he have? Is he sent by his enemies?

Or is he simply a genius child of a certain force, traveling to Couric City and having fun?

You know, in direct proportion to the magician's role, the cost of the magician's research is also sky-high.

Therefore, all magicians of some rank are attached to powerful nobles or forces, and there are very few wild magicians.

Judging from Akto's appearance and temperament, he shouldn't be a wandering mage.

Could it be that he was someone whom Herbert offended when he was studying in Polk City?

Bastard, I have already told my son that there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in Poke City. You must first find out what you are doing, otherwise you will die without knowing how.

It's okay to play with civilian women, but don't provoke other forces or nobles.

Didn't this little bastard Herbert listen to his warning and offend some noble family?

For a moment, Robin thought a lot.

As the head of a family, Robin had to think carefully before making important decisions.

At this time, Akto spoke again: "Have you thought about it, Mr. Robin?"

Robin forced a smile, and the muscles on his face were twitching: "What Mr. Akto?"

Akto smiled slightly: "Should you attack me or make peace with me?"

Robin's face was green again, and his eyes were gloomy and uncertain.

There was a sudden commotion in the station waiting room.

"Sorry, Lord Bunir, Lord Robin's order is that no one is allowed to enter." This was the voice of the soldiers surrounding the platform.

A sharp voice with a phlegm sound sounded: "What's your name, Antonio? I remember you, be careful in the future. Now get out of the way, I want to see your Lord Robin."

Then the voice of the soldier blocking the road was filled with horror: "No, Lord Bunir, you can't. I am indeed carrying out Lord Robin's order."

Then, a burst of hollow footsteps came.

Old Bunir, wearing a dark blue uniform, with his hands behind his back and large leather shoes, came out of the ticket gate and walked towards the platform.

Huerluhuerluhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A mouthful of thick green phlegm came out of Old Bunir's mouth, the size of a glass marble, and it rolled around on the ground several times.

"Dear Robin, I have important information to tell you." Old Bunir walked quickly to Robin's side.

As soon as he stopped, he nodded to Akto with a flattering smile.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly," Robin said impatiently.

Only then did Bunir put away his smile, put his mouth five centimeters away from Robin's ear, and whispered something softly.

Robin's disgust was undisguised, but he still insisted on listening to Bunir's words.

After Bunir finished speaking, Robin's face became even more uncertain.

Akto raised his eyebrows, thinking that Bunir seemed to have informed Robin of his powerful background.

Could it be that Robin gave in in an instant, and this problem was just removed?

That would be a bit boring. Akto thought to himself, I am still ready for a big fight, what a waste of expression.

"My dear nephew Robin," Bunir clicked his tongue and added, "Herbert has called me Grandpa Bunir since he was a child. Now that he has become like this, I am also very heartbroken."

Having said this, he looked solemn: "But for the continuation of the great Frank family, you must stop this reckless behavior."

Robin frowned and looked at him, suddenly seeming to have made some kind of determination.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, with a ferocious look in his eyes and a crazy smile on his lips.

A soldier in uniform quickly ran over with a sword in both hands and handed it to Robin.

Bunir's face turned serious for a moment, with a hint of anger in his voice: "Robin, my dear nephew, the head of the Frank family, and the hereditary earl of Couric City."

"I warn you again, this Mr. Magician has two epic teachers. Even Mr. Duke said yesterday that he knew Mr. Akto's two teachers."

Robin smiled ferociously and glanced at the three light priests and Akto standing aside.

"If you don't stop now, do you want the Frank family to be destroyed?" Bunir said plausibly, looking quite like an elder.

Akto's face was solemn because he saw the murderous intent in Robin's eyes.

Robin's originally slim-fitting suit suddenly cracked, revealing a suit of fiery red light armor underneath.

Even through a layer of soft armor, you can see the tangled muscles all over his body, and there is an explosive sense of power on his body.

Robin looked full of energy, as if every move he made was at his best to attack.

Robin Frank saw that his nephew dared to completely ignore his own words. He couldn't help but feel angry in his heart and shouted: "Robin Frank, if you continue to insist on your own way, I will impeach you to the family elders council."

Old Bunir's words came to an abrupt end. His neck with age spots and loose skin was suddenly disconnected, and a head rose into the air.

Blood spurted out from the severed neck like a fountain.