The Dark King

Commercial area, North Yade Town.

On the plateau on the outskirts of the town, an aristocratic castle stands tall. From time to time outside the castle's manor, there are knights and squats in armor. The knights and armored helmets are engraved with a javelin. The meaning of the representative is a family name, Ryan.

Residents living in the town of Yade know that the Ryan family who manages the taxation of Yade Town is now a sneak peek, but it has also been brilliant. It is one of the top aristocrats in the business district. It only provokes the evil alchemist and is destroyed. Once upon a time, the vast back cover and the gorgeous manor were turned into deserts, and since then, all the territories of the entire family are just this remote town.

The total amount of taxes per year is not even as good as that of a great aristocratic knight.

As the old patriarch's age is getting higher, his temper is getting more and more violent, and the tax increase every year makes the residents of Yade Town miserable.

At this moment, a black carriage slowly entered the town.

The door was pushed open, and four figures came down from the car. The head was a thin but tall boy with a scented rose flower in his hand. Although the costume was plain and ordinary, the waist was straight and standing like a gentleman. .

Du Di'an looked around and found a hotel to rent. After closing the door, he said to Barton and others: "You live in this small town. This town is the territory of the Ryan family. Your mission is to help me. All the information about the Ryan family, including the number of finances, population, and knights, as well as information about the children of Ryan’s patriarchs, including hobbies, specialties, etc."

Barton’s three men groaned, and Kruen asked, “Dean, are you going to?”

"You will know this in a few days." Du Di'an solemnly said to a few people: "I can find out as much as possible. In the most important thing, don't expose your identity, don't do anything that is too eye-catching."

The three nodded.

Barton asked: "Dean, where are you going?"

"Go to another guest." Dudian grabbed two steel nails that were tightly wrapped in cloth from Joseph's hand.

Joseph’s face changed slightly and said, “Are you going to retaliate against those who frame you?”

"This is not called revenge." Du Di'an smiled. "There is a loan, it is a virtue."

"The five gold coins are your mission resources." Du Di'an took five out of the gold coins and handed them to three people. "When necessary, don't be embarrassed. In addition, don't rush to act, first familiarize yourself with the life of this town." State, then go to work, remember, when you are in trouble, think a lot!"

The three took over the gold coins, some awkward and nervous.

Du Dian gave a few words and left the small hotel. Although it was difficult and adventurous to complete such a task with the knowledge of the three people of Barton, the good sharp knife needed to be honed to be beaten.

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Thorns flower prison, in the inner fort.

In the bright and colorful office, the warden Jones held the message from the black crow in his hand. His face slowly showed a smile, and a young black armor opposite the tea table in front of him: "This little mouse The tail is coming out, in the slums."

This black armor has a sword on his face, but it does not affect his handsomeness. He smiles and says: "It rained a few days ago, covering up his smell and losing his trace. Now the tail is exposed. He has not run far, Frank did they not bring him directly back?"

Jones shook his head slightly and said: "This little devil is smart. It is estimated that he got the news in advance and ran away from the appointed place. Frank did not find it. However, they grabbed a former companion of this little devil and were still interrogating. In my opinion, it is estimated that no news will be offered. The imp, who can escape from here, can not be caught by simple methods."

The black armor youth smiled and said: "No matter how cautious he is, the tail is still exposed. If he knows that he is in a slum, he will never run. Even if he digs three feet, he can pick him up!"

"I believe in your nose." Jones smiled.

The black armor youth picked up the caffeine tea in front of him and drank it out. He got up and said, "I have to go first." After that, he turned and left without turning back.

The steward Peter looked at the black back and disappeared outside the door, regaining his gaze and saying to Jones: "This little devil is a junior hunter of the Mellon consortium. He has a rare fear mark and is not inferior to his predation in odor tracking. The magic mark, you should know the anti-tracking way, relying on him alone, can you find each other in the vast slums?"

Jones smiled and smiled. "Don't underestimate the hunting skills of this evil dog."

The housekeeper Peter glimpsed and nodded silently.

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The business district, in the trial hall of Muir Street.

This is one of the trial districts in the business district, dealing with the laws and regulations of more than ten towns and commercial neighborhoods nearby. At this moment, the sky is getting darker and the rain is coming. In the middle of an office building in the trial, several formal priests have reviewed the case and went to a separate office in another part of the building, knocking on the door and entering In the office, the carefully arranged case was handed to the figure in front of the desk.

"Teacher, this is the alcohol case in the town of Bol."

“This is a strong (harmonious) case in the town of Mick.”

Several people handed over the case one after another.

The figure sitting behind the desk was slender and sturdy, covered with dark red gold-plated robes, full of luxury and solemn temperament. He was looking down at the case in his hand, and heard the words of several students, nodded: "Let, let go, Go ahead."

Several students handed the case to a stack of cases next to the desk. When they left, one of the young girls said: "Teacher, it’s going to rain outside, and you will go back to rest earlier."

Hearing the words, this stalwart figure glimpsed a little, looked up at the window, and the gloomy thunder rang, it seemed to indicate that heavy rain was coming.

He frowned slightly and nodded. "I know, go ahead."

The young girl sergeant glanced at him, no longer said anything, turned and left.

After they left, the person wrote the summary of the case that had been processed in half, then put the quill back on the pen holder, got up and put the other cases into the drawer, and went to the door to wear his own deacon's deacon hat. I took off the umbrella and left the trial.

"Huo deacon is good."

"I have seen Huo Deacon."

Along the way, the trial center is still busy with trainee officers or trial knights, and when they see middle-aged people, they respectfully bow down.

The middle-aged man had long been accustomed to it, and his face calmly walked out of the door of the trial. At this time, the raindrops had dripped down and touched his clothes. He looked up and frowned slightly, and opened the tarpaulin umbrella in his hand. The steps.

In an instant, the rain began to grow. (To be continued.)