Transmigration of the bastard lord

The little girl and Daniel passed by. Behind her, the yellow sand on the surface of the ground billowed with light smoke. In the blink of an eye, there were only little figures bouncing around on this trail.

The little girl holding the crock wobbled forward, and when she could see the ducks clearly, she yelled her brother's name towards the lake; when the young man among the ducks heard it, he stood up and waved to her.

On a certain path, among the three villains hiding behind the bushes, one of them suddenly let go of the weapon in his hand.This person's friend smelled something strange, and just turned his head, the sky was full of red in front of his eyes.

The weapon fell to the ground, and the hilt made a crisp sound when it hit the stone. The shining blade swayed twice, and the reflected sunlight was a bit dazzling.

When the blade stopped, there were no living people behind the bushes.

The young man was holding an earthen pot to eat, and his young sister ran into the ducks, looked left and right, and happily picked out a duck egg bigger than her little fist from the grass.

On the small road in the other direction, because it is relatively close to the main road, there are five people responsible for blocking the road.The man who looked like a little leader stood lazily against the tree. This guy was a warrior with a sword on his back. The frivolity in his expression seemed to be a bit disdainful of this task.

Just about to yawn, he suddenly touched his face subconsciously.

Seeing a small smear of red on his finger, he was stunned.At the last moment before losing consciousness, the guy was still wondering what the thing that splashed on his face was.

A first-order warrior who was born as the son of a servant of a certain lord viscount, led the trainee strongmen raised by various families and attacked the farm from the front.During this time, people gathered on the other side of the square, and they did not encounter resistance when they entered the dilapidated housing area.

Although there is still a little distance from professional powerhouses, their strength after training is still not comparable to that of ordinary people.There are only a few thousand ignorant country bumpkins, killing one or two can shock them.The more troublesome thing is that they are afraid that they will scatter and run away, and it will be troublesome to catch them slowly.

Passing through the crumbling mud houses, the leading fighter suddenly felt something was wrong.Why are the footsteps less and less, someone sneaked away?

There must be some bastard trying to sneak away to fish things alone, some annoyed fighters stopped and turned around with angry eyes.

The crowd stopped hurriedly with some doubts, watching the expression on the face of their temporary commander change from anger to horror in an instant; some people felt that something was wrong and turned their heads suddenly, just in time to see a bunch of blood sprayed out from the back of the neck of the companion behind him.

"Scatter—" the fighter yelled in horror, the next second, the assailant disappeared from his sight strangely.

There was another scream, and from another direction, a certain unlucky guy clutched his neck and slowly fell down with his eyes wide open.

With half an hour left before leaving work, the employees were left in the square.Including engineering teams who usually don't come back for lunch.

"Alex, what happened?" a worker of the Rennes engineering team asked the team leader.

Alex rolled his eyes and stared at him: "Where have you been wandering in the morning? Today there will be an announcement about room assignment, and everyone must attend."

The worker who was sprayed with saliva pinched his mouth aggrievedly: "...can you blame me, I can't understand Miss Secretary's Imperial Capital accent."

"Gentlemen, be quiet." The secretary who noticed this side called out from a distance.

The raiding team went in for a while, and then the spoils confiscating brigade set off, and finally entered the farm.

Although it was just an attack on a small farm full of civilians, it would be bad if those untouchables hurt some of the young masters when they resisted.Anyway, the fighters are provided by each family, and under mutual surveillance, there is no fear of any family hiding them.

This farm is dilapidated, but it is still clean, there are no foreign objects on the ground or in the corners.The children of each family who were protected in the middle of the brigade walked forward slowly, while still having the energy to tease.

After all, Hein Farm is not big, and they saw the beautiful roof of the office building from a distance.

"Oh, that's our small building." The children of a certain family said with a smile.This farm is a hen that lays golden eggs, and each family is naturally reluctant to abandon it.They planned to work together to manage the place, but they argued for two full days when dividing their respective territories.

"That big thing is the so-called cafeteria, right? It belongs to our family, so don't rush into it in a hurry." The boy from another family pointed to the newly built cafeteria and said winkingly.

The young masters, nephews and nephews of each family burst into laughter. In order to get this opportunity to "see the world" and "earn merit" along the way, each of their families also fought internally.The number of wives and concubines of the viscounts of the real power faction will not be small, and there will be many sons and nephews; among the team of more than a hundred people, young people with status and prospects account for more than half.

In fact, Sig Frandi should give them one more day. In that case, there may be more "talents" that he can catch in one go.As for his concern about being reacted to by them, to be honest, it's a bit unfounded.This kind of rural nobleman may appear to be "wise and powerful" in his own turf, but in fact, he has never even been out of Hedsey.There is not much difference between them and the "old hats" they despise in essence.

After going deep into the dangerous housing area, the young masters couldn't laugh anymore.There was a sound of weapons being unsheathed, and the fighters protecting the young masters took up fighting postures one after another. The guys in the front row widened their eyes and looked forward in horror.

The corpses of family thugs cultivated by various families were scattered all over the road, the yellow sandy ground was soaked with blood, and the smell of blood blown by the wind made people dizzy; it was obviously the scorching sun in the early autumn, and more than a hundred people in this large team People were so scared that they shuddered.

They wouldn't even blink their eyes when they saw the corpses of the untouchables, but those on the ground were all future professional experts trained by their families.Some aristocratic young masters were furious and instructed their fighters protecting them to catch the criminals quickly; some aristocratic young masters were terrified and screamed to go back to Amp City immediately.

Daniel in the shadows picked out his ears, these people are really noisy.

The shadow walker who killed an unknown number of people in a short period of time did not stain a single drop of blood; as long as he wanted, he could sneak into the darkness indefinitely to ambush.Sweeping his eyes casually, Daniel, who had spotted his target, was about to disappear into the air when he suddenly stopped and looked in a certain direction.

On the other side of the grass shed where he was, a dark vortex suddenly appeared.A bone hand stretched out from the center of the vortex, pressed it to the ground, and supported itself to climb out.

"No offense, Daniel. Don't look at me like that." The skeleton that climbed out was wearing a black mage cloak, with the fire of soul shining in its empty eye sockets, and put the hood on itself while talking to Daniel, "In case of misunderstanding... No, I think with the hearing of a high-level walker, I can easily distinguish my voice."

Daniel looked at the other party expressionlessly, took a step back, and his waist sank slightly.

"Count Frandy wants to live." The skeleton mage manipulated by Davis hurriedly pointed at the panicked crowd outside, "So you see, this is why I came."

Daniel seemed to think for a while, nodded, took another step back, and disappeared into the shadows.

"It's really troublesome to communicate with this dumb..." the skeleton mage muttered, stretching out his bone finger to the void.A mysterious and lengthy incantation came from his head, and something in the air seemed to condense.

The young masters of each family panicked for a while, but they still couldn't agree on their opinions; after all, in their respective families, which one is not "the proud son of heaven", and no one wants their opinions to be ignored.

Whether it is a temporary group or a fixed group, talking too much is easy to cause bad things; these guys who are in a mess and can't even escape will soon find that they have to go if they want to.

The thugs from various families who were bleeding all over the ground and were dying could not die, suddenly stood up tremblingly one by one.The fresh living corpses picked up the weapons closest to them, and slowly walked towards the more panicked crowd.

The few young masters with a little similar appearance should be the sons of a certain viscount. They might not be very friendly at this moment, united together, and took the lead to run out desperately.After running a few steps, he bumped into an invisible barrier, which he couldn't get through.

"... Ignorant guys... Since you have taken the liberty to set foot in my domain, I will dedicate all of you... blood, flesh, body, soul..."

An old and hoarse voice sounded ominously, and some timid guy cried uncontrollably: "No—it's a black magician! It's a necromancer!"

"Fresh flesh and blood..." The terrifying voice was full of endless greed, making this group of guys who were still hunting mentally not long ago finally realize that they had become prey.

At the same time, in Amp City.

The city defense soldiers and religious pickets were all mobilized suddenly, and the troops were divided into six groups to surround and round up the mansions of six respected old viscounts.The old viscounts who sent most of their force to snatch the wealth of Hein Farm were dumbfounded. They drank the celebratory wine in advance, and they didn't even notice that the cup fell to the ground.

"Who gave them the courage? Bastard, I'm a political officer!" An old viscount roared angrily.

"Come on, go to the city hall! Those bastards want a coup d'état!" Another old viscount, who also has the status of an official, shouted angrily.

But they are probably going to be disappointed, just like those who believed that Sig Frandi was going to fall, worried that there would be too many looters looting the divided property, and started in front of others. The people of the city defense team and the Inquisition were also very anxious.There are idiots attacking Lord Lord's farm on their own initiative. These old guys are obviously thinking about their lives; before other forces intervene, how can they not seize the time to make a fortune first?

Other families in the city who were holding a wait-and-see attitude or were too low to intervene were dumbfounded. In the morning, it was rumored that Sig Frandi was going to die and be killed. Why did the wind direction change just after noon?

The mansions surrounded by airtight, the old viscount's wives, children, servants, etc. were all kicked out of the house, and the wolf-like soldiers and pickets reveled in ransacking these rich families who had accumulated at least a dozen generations. Ignore the commotion and crying on the street.

This upright ransacking of homes continued until dusk. Six old viscounts who were searched from various corners were tied up in a row and brought to the city hall by the city guard who had made a fortune. In a sense, they are not wronged at all.

At this time, the women, old people and children in each family were packed and taken away by Steven Simon, while the young and middle-aged people ignored them.

When it was getting dark, the nephews sent by each family to the Hein Farm staggered back.The people who protected them were all gone, and only the young masters themselves were left.

They themselves couldn't explain what had happened, and they didn't even remember how they escaped; when they woke up, they were standing on the avenue, with the towering walls of Anpu City in front of them.The young master and his disciples wept bitterly, ignoring the troubled brothers and sisters beside them, and rushed home desperately.

When they returned home and found that the house had been ransacked, all the women and children had been taken away, and the head of the house did not know if he was alive or dead, these young masters and disciples had no strength left to be surprised.

But the matter didn't end there. The next morning, the lord's convoy entered the city together with the carriage that was suspected to be the Francis family's young master.

The carriage was indeed larger than the carriage of the lord's family, but the family crest hung on the carriage was unmistakably the family crest of the Frandy family.Those who had a little understanding of the current situation all stared wide-eyed, and they fully realized: What is the young master of the Francis family, this is a complete hoax!

On the Civic Square in front of the city hall, a well-dressed old gentleman got down from the carriage that had deceived an unknown number of people just by showing his face from a distance.The old gentleman walked up to the lord, put his hands on his stomach and bowed to salute, and then stood half a step behind the lord.

Not long after, the bishop and the city guard who had been waiting for a long time trotted out and greeted the count respectfully.The people who followed them were the holy knight Steven Simon, and a guy who shouldn't appear on this occasion: reporter Colin.

Colin, the reporter who scolded Sig Frandi in the newspaper, who was bloody and worthless, crawled to the ground to salute the lord, and got the right to kiss the lord's shoes.In his flattery and flattery, he can't see the iron bones displayed in the newspapers at all.

What happened all day yesterday attracted the attention of the whole city, and the wind turned so mysteriously that it blinded the eyes of the followers.After the earl's convoy entered the city this morning, the team following along the way was mighty, and there are even more people crowded in the public square at the moment.

Seeing Colin kneeling obsequiously to the lord, how can the guys who have cared about the situation not understand?The person who can use the gold thread envelope without being judged by the Senate, isn't there a Frandy in the local area?Sig's father is a duke, and if there are uncles and relatives in the family who are housekeepers for his family, it is quite normal to use a carriage that exceeds the earl's standard; How many people came out to cheat?Do they have the courage to go to the imperial capital to sue?

When the lord was welcomed into the city hall by a group of people, many people in the public square outside sat on the ground with weak legs.Some are fortunate, some are timid, and some are ashamed - although only six old viscounts were arrested, there are too many people who are related to them by marriage.

This matter will never be left alone.No matter those who participated in this matter or those who have been standing by all the time, they all know this.

It's just that Sieg Frandi, the lord who has been scolded in the newspapers for more than a month and whose position seems to be in jeopardy, has made a perfect comeback and tricked everyone in the city once , What are you going to do next?