Transmigration of the bastard lord

August [-]th was another sunny and beautiful day.

Outside Anpu City, a few people dressed like poor people, but the skin under their cuffs was obviously too delicate gathered at the foot of the outer city wall, with a few bundles piled up around them, as if they were resting after being tired from the journey.

There was no one else around them, and to be honest, real farmers didn't have much time to hang out outside in the fall of August.

"It's coming! It's coming!" One of them suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, and the rest hurriedly looked into the distance with their probes; sure enough, on the other side of the avenue, a train team was slowly moving forward.

In front of the road were twelve fully armed knights, holding pennants embroidered with gold; on both sides of the convoy were more than 30 strong men riding wildebeest and carrying all kinds of weapons, driving an outrageously large luxury car. The carriage protection is in the middle.

"The carriage is bigger than Frandy's house! It must be that one, right?" Someone said excitedly.

"Don't panic, wait for them to get closer and take a look at the family crest." The other person was obviously calmer.

The convoy seemed to be slowly approaching. On the luxury carriage, the golden family crest of the Francis family could be seen clearly, not to mention the few eyeliners squatting under the city wall, even the soldiers on the city wall.

The train team passed the city gate without entering, and the city gate officials didn't seem to see them, and they didn't send anyone out to intercept them for questioning.After the convoy headed towards the castle, the eyeliners didn't dare to delay any longer, they jumped up and rushed into the city, not even bothering to pick up the disguised package.

In the study of a certain powerful viscount's house, the old viscount with a pipe in his mouth said calmly: "Frandy has left the farm, and it seems that he has brought all his combat power. My people saw the caster inside."

Another viscount chuckled: "He is not fully capable now, it is said that half of the troops are missing."

"It seems that Master Francis will win easily." Another viscount said.

"Hehe..." There was a smug smile.

On the other side of Anpu City, in the office of the city defense team at the city hall, the city defense officer rubbed his hands and said to the two guests, "When shall we act?"

"Don't worry." The holy knight Steven Simon, who was sitting on someone else's sofa, was still wearing the half-length armor of the bag, the long sword was placed on the coffee table in front of him, the helmet was placed next to the buttocks, and the small sword in his hand Ben'er was flipping happily, "These three houses belong to your city defense team, and these three houses belong to your religious pickets; don't arrest people, pack everything you can take away... By the way, don't set fire to those houses, the Earl of those houses are still useful. "

"Don't worry, this is the city." The city defense officer frowned, and his wretched appearance could hardly be seen as a public official. "If someone stops you, you can arrest them, right? If Mrs. Ferrandi wants to open mines, isn't there a shortage of slaves?"

He is also greedy for other people's wealth, and he is also afraid of revenge from other people's children; he simply insists on doing everything he can, and can even blame it on the earl when he turns back.This pig's cleverness deserves "admiration", but this kind of incitement cannot enter the eyes of Steven Simon.

"Hehe..." Steven lowered his gaze, seemingly righteous but frightening: "Mr. City Defense Officer, do you think the Earl's orders are not worth obeying?" Just wait to enter the pigsty.

"It's absolutely nothing. Don't worry, Mr. Simon, we won't touch a finger of their family." The city defense officer immediately stood up and said honestly.

The bishop next to him seemed very...confused; but he couldn't refuse the temptation to "legally" copy the homes of the three viscounts.Forget it, even if something goes wrong, Frandy's family will be there first; some self-defeating Mr. Bishop thought with luck.

Steven seemed to be able to guess what the bishop was thinking, he laughed, and said casually: "The six of them are old nobles in Amp City, and they don't know how many good things have been buried in their yard for so many years. .Guys, let's be careful."

The two collaborating partners were dizzy by this happy stick, and the bishop couldn't care less about his worries, and smiled brightly: "This kind of disobedient person appeared in my parish, if you can't cut it off with your own hands, , I am ashamed of the cultivation of the Holy See."

Holy Knight Steven Simon smiled graciously, but the fingers on his knees tapping the pads betrayed his heart.The two idiots in front of him, especially this bishop, always make his little heart, which is not deceitful and uncomfortable, unbearable; when will he see this guy crying and regretting his expression?This kind of waiting is really worrying.

It has to be said that in the internal struggle of the human world, the status change of hunter and prey is always dazzling.

Of course, the change of wind direction in the next day will be even more dazzling.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Earl's carriage left the farm and headed for the castle under the escort of Captain Wren and Baron Ryan Bartlett.

A few glaring eyeliners mixed in among the free folk by the avenue, they couldn't stop looking at the earl's convoy, silently counting the professional experts in armor inside.

At ten o'clock, the convoy suspected of being the young master of the Francis family passed by Amp City and headed for the castle.

At 10:30, a group of strong professionals and family thugs left Anpu City in batches and headed for Hein Farm.With the aristocrat's procrastination than bureaucratic execution ability, the six interest groups can come up with a mutually satisfactory profit cake distribution plan within three days, and can gather so much force under the circumstances of their own ulterior motives and discuss a unified scheduling general plan. Command; its efficiency is worth writing about.

Of course, the oriole disguised as a cicada would not give them much reaction time.

There are still passers-by on the avenue from time to time, and the Hein Farm is still as busy as usual.Among the first professional experts who arrived near the farm, there was a second-tier walker who seemed to be the leader of the group.The walker didn't attack rashly, and didn't even show the slightest hostility. Instead, he seemed to be very interested in the lush alfalfa field, pointing to the endless field and saying something to the subordinates around him.Like a farmer who was happy to see the hunter, the traveler simply stopped and stopped to rest near the intersection of the farm and the main road.

The employees of the agricultural company walked past them in groups, and did not pay attention to these malicious guys, returning to the farm for a lunch break normally.

The second batch of family thugs finally arrived when it was a little closer.The identities of these people are similar to family nurses, and most of them are apprentices.The leader of this group was a Tier [-] fighter. After walking up, he glanced left and right, and nodded slightly to the walker who arrived first.

Walker seemed to have had enough rest, stood up and led the people along the main road, leaving the resting place to the group behind.

There are more fighters in this group than Xingzhe's group, but their combat power is far inferior—the dozen or so people led by Xingzhe are all first-tier professional experts.

In order to fight against the young master of the Francis family who came to play, Sig Frandi even took away members of the security team.Although there are still several thousand people in the current farm, there is really no threat to these professional powerhouses.The walker led the people for a while, and then turned to the direction of the farm; halfway through, a dozen people divided into five groups, blocking the main passages outside the Hein Farm.

These roadmaps were naturally revealed by reporter Colin "inadvertently".With a Tier [-] spellcaster sitting in the Hein Farm, no interest group would be willing to allow its own strongmen to set foot on it.

After the two groups took their positions, they temporarily lurked.Their task is to encircle and attack fortifications, control the situation, reap wealth and arrest people, and they have to let the viscount masters come with their own large team.

As time passed, it was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that the large army led by the family children that the viscounts relied on was long overdue.In the team of more than a hundred people, most of them are noble children who are helpless. Usually their most important job is to stand next to the corpse and pose for a pose after someone else has disabled the opponent—— er, no, Today they still have some formal tasks. For example, if a certain viscount of a chicken farm is obtained in the distribution of benefits, his nephews have to lead people to keep a close eye on those fat hens; It's their job to serve the nobles - just don't let them get away.

"How?" The Earl, who was supposed to be sitting in the carriage, and should have returned to the castle long before the time, and fought to the death with the young master of the Francis family, was wearing blue overalls at the moment, squatting at the door of the brick building of the breeding facility and asking.

Mr. Davis stood not far in front of him, a mysterious magic circle of light floated under his feet, and several non-entities in the shape of eyeballs floated in front of him.

"It's all here, and those who should be dispersed have also been dispersed." When Mr. Davis replied, his head was tilted slightly, his eyes were squinted, his nose was expanded, and his teeth were gnashing. The words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

"...Are you angry, Mr. Davis?" Fu Youguang asked knowingly.

"No, Your Excellency." Mr. Davis continued to have a cold face, and he didn't even bother to hide the disdain in his expression, "It turns out that you and Earl Frandy are getting along well, but I am worrying unnecessarily."

"...Hey, this jealous tone gives me a bad feeling." Fu Youguang wiped the sweat from his brow, patted his pants and stood up, forced a smile and explained to Mr. Spellcaster , "Then what, haven't you been very busy lately..." The main reason is that you have a problem with your loyalty... But if you say this, you might be able to go berserk, so don't be mean.

"Hehe." Mr. Davis smiled.

"Before the old man kills them all, please save the last group of people who arrived. They are still very useful." Fu Youguang had to forcefully change the subject.Pitting these guys is only the first step of the plan, and the noble children who are highly valued in these interest groups cannot die.

"...I'll try my best." Mr. Davis' sneer was quite pervasive.

Shadowwalker Daniel, killing some people is his job.But it was difficult for him not to kill people, but also to protect the farm employees from harm by those people.

If it was Fu Youguang two months ago, he probably wouldn't bear it.But now, the more contact he had with the nobles, the more irritable he became; it was considered sensible not to lead people into Anpu City to kill people, and he would have no good temper towards this kind of murderer.

The highest combat power among these malicious guests, the second-rank walker, took only one hand and squatted down on the path leading to the lake from the farm.It is said to be a small road, but after the renovation, it is no problem to run two carriages side by side.As soon as the two guys hid in the grass on the side of the road, the man pulled the clothes of the walker vigorously.

Walker stared back impatiently, and then saw the overwhelming flock of ducks by the sparkling lake a few hundred meters away.

There is a big difference between hearing that there are thousands of ducks and actually seeing thousands of ducks.Even a second-tier walker in the well-to-do group couldn't help being stunned, but then, he suddenly felt the air in front of him move.

The acuity of the lineage that requires higher perception is often not inferior to that of spellcasters of the same level.A certain force may be silent when it is driven, but it is inevitable to stir the tiny energy molecules in the air; the biological crisis avoidance instinct manipulates the second-level walker to lower his head suddenly and try to escape in the opposite direction; but, it seems a little late.

The weapons used by the walker are all corroded with special poisons on the surface, and they will not reflect light even in the dark.

Like a breeze blowing across the cheeks, the vitality of the second-level walker was blown away by this breeze.A hand with a black glove firmly held his armpit and lowered him gently to the ground.

As for his men, they met Death a moment earlier than him.

When Daniel walked out of the grass, a six- or seven-year-old girl ran out of the farm wobbly holding an earthen pot.The little girl delivering lunch to her brother ran into Daniel head-on, stopped quickly, and bowed obediently as the adults ordered: "Good day, sir."

Daniel's eyes seemed to be a little tangled, and he quickly glanced left and right to confirm that there was no one around, and reached out to touch the little girl's head.

Good day, ma'am.