The Endless Shuttle

Wells quickly understood the reason for this "difficulty".

"Yeah, Wells, I heard that you finally came out of that decadent and smelly "political prison"? This is really congratulations..."

There was a frivolous male voice, and Wells had a splitting headache.

Of course he knew who came.

If it is him, the butler is really not good at rejecting it.

Because the owner of the voice is almost the same as him in terms of combat power and identity, one of the top nobles in the "Warlord Domain".

"Dimitoriya Vatola..."

Wells was uttering the name of the person in disgust.

Wearing a luxurious white suit, a vampire with broken golden hair walked out from behind the door.

He smiled, and with a glance, he could tell that it was the red wine that came from his home, and he walked over gracefully.

"After hearing you come back, I immediately rushed over from the territory to celebrate for you, don't you want to express my gratitude?"

The blond vampire with the title of "Duke of Arudiaru" raises a glass.

Wells watched Vatola with a gaze that was enough to freeze the opponent, and said slowly.

"First of all, the imperial parliament is not a "political prison," and you, a guy who has escaped his own responsibility, are not qualified to comment that way. Secondly, I did not invite you to my mansion, so you are considered an illegal invasion, Vatola. "

"Don't be so serious, Wells. It is because of your seriousness that you work so hard..."

Vatola shook his head and said.

The Marquis of Zebrin directly interrupted Vatola's endless talk.

"When are you leaving? If necessary, I will help you pay for first class and leave my territory as soon as possible."

"Is it really good to be so rude?"

"Politeness is equal."

Wells sneered.

"You guy, you specifically inquired about my itinerary and came to my mansion, isn't it just to satisfy your boring desires?"

Vatola's smile turned a little sullen.

"That's right, after careful calculation, the "battle" between us has not yet been determined. You can't just use "business busy" as a perfunctory thing this time, right? "

Dimitorie Valtola is a fighting freak.

I like to fight with powerful enemies, no matter who the target is, he will use the most powerful attack to fight, and fully enjoy the process.

It's the opposite of Wells, who doesn't like to fight.

"go out."

Wells said boredly, turning his head down again.

"I'm not in the mood to fight with you. If you have time, isn't it good to spend your extra energy on terrorists? The remnants of the "Black Death King" are still active in Eastern Europe. It is rumored that they have found a new leader... It’s the "Dead King Brother"..."

"Can those trash fish compare to Wells?"

Vatola relentlessly expressed his contempt for the orc supremacist "Black Death Emperor".

In fact, not long ago, it was he who personally killed the leader of the "Black Death Emperor", the "Black Death Emperor".

For that powerful enemy with beastization and necromancy, Vatola's evaluation was nothing more than "an old man with interesting abilities".

How can such a battle satisfy the militant vampire nobles?

"So……"

Just as Wells wanted to continue to say something to prevent his vacation from being ruined, chaotic noises came from outside the glass window.

All the vampires present have five sensitive senses.

So even if the lord’s mansion is located on the outskirts of the city, they can clearly capture the increasing human voice.

"what happened?"

Wells frowned.

Within a moment, another young vampire broke in and knelt down on one knee in front of the Marquis Zebrin.

"Master Aradar! The people in the territory, no matter vampires, humans, or orcs, have begun a riot throughout the city! The knights directly under it seem to have gained a similar spiritual power and fell into chaos! Only a few of the old ages have been spared. !"

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Wells's expression was taken aback.

Although he is a nobleman who does not eat food, he asks himself that his ability to govern can definitely be regarded as an outstanding lenient, and it is impossible for the people to voluntarily resist.

But anyway, it looks like his vacation is destined to fall apart.

Wells tidyed up his gray coat and walked out of the mansion rather helplessly.

Vatola took a sip of red wine and murmured with a smile.

"Sure enough, being with you won't be boring, Wells..."

...

The busiest commercial street area in Vistula has long been messed up.

The original peace was torn to pieces, and there was melee everywhere, vampire beasts, beasts of orcs, and humans who were frantic and fearless of death.

One by one, their eyes were red, as if the neighbors, guests, and friends who had just been talking in front of them were unshakable enemies.

Numerous casualties.

In this chaotic scene, a handsome, black-haired youth was standing outside the window of an ice cream shop, saying hello helplessly.

"Excuse me, can you give me a chocolate ice cream before you make it?"

"No time! Take it yourself!"

The shopkeeper wrestled with another male clerk holding a knife.

The winner is about to be decided.