Law of the Devil

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(The third is sent to ~ the last day at the end of the month, ask for the ticket ~)

Chapter 355

“Duel... duel?!! ”

Someone shouted out, and this Baron Dirk, he's gone. Despite his soft legs, he is still alive in front of everyone: "Grand Duke Tulip! You... you... are you deliberately provoking me? You... you..."

Fighting Dewey? Don't be ridiculous. He's a famous strong man in the mainland. He's a good magician!

Take the men to the battle against the Northwest Iron Rider!

He suddenly called out: “I… I am the acting chief of the Rollins family now… you…"

“I'm sorry,” Dewey opened his hand and shook his head. “You are indeed an acting chief, but I am an ‘outsider'. I have no reason to take orders from Chief Rollin. ”

“Well...” Sir Dirk sweats: “I...” He suddenly moves as if he had found some life-saving straw: “I, I... according to the noble tradition, if my body is not fit for duel, I can choose my loyal ministry to complete the duel in my stead! You can also send your loyal men to complete the duel! That should do it. ”

Dewey smiled wickedly: "Okay, I accept. I'll be waiting for your message, and in two days, please pick the right person and let's finish this duel. ”

Sir Dirk felt a little at ease, asking himself that there were some loyal guards in the house, and it should not be difficult to find a replacement for the dead if a heavy financial reward were to be given.

He just thought of it here and suddenly saw Dewey's hand waving towards him...

Pā!!

A sturdy slap fell on Sir Dirk's face. His cheeks swelled up half the time. Now, he was slapped in the eyes, even though he was afraid of Dewey in his heart, he couldn't stand it.

But he hasn't called it out yet, and Dewey's already “pissed off”.

I heard Dewey yelling, "Sir Dirk!! Why did you hit my hand with your face!!! ”

Hit your hand with... my face...?

Dirk listened to this and almost threw up blood, but Dewey was flying fast and continued: "You hit my hand with your face! This is another insult to me! I offer you a second duel!! Sir Dirk!! ”

Now that Dirk hasn't passed out yet, he's got a pretty good cultivation. But even those who cultivate better, they can't stand it now.

Everyone understands very well that the Duke of Tulip is deliberately looking for Dirk's trouble.

Second duel?

Sir Dirk felt like he was fainting. But how could Dewey let him go so easily? When Dewey walked up and lifted his legs, he kicked this guy's jaw hard with one foot —— I have to say, Dewey's body was flexible and physical, and after training, he was getting tougher and tougher, and he easily kicked the foot floor on Dewey's jaw, and Dewey screamed, falling backwards, full of blood.

Dewey behaved ten times more angry than this poor guy, and he drank angrily: "Good for you, bold Sir Dirk! You've offended me twice in a row and hit me on the soles of my feet with your chin again!! You... you don't even look at me!! ”

Pfft……

Gabriel next to me, when he heard the phrase "chin slamming the soles of his feet," he couldn't bear to laugh at this moment, even though he had a prior acquiescence with his brother.

Dirk on the ground screamed two terrible shouts, spit out a breath of blood, and two teeth. His tongue was bitten by his teeth. At this moment, the blood went to his head, and he was extremely angry: “Tulip scent... you, you bastard... you...”

Dewey sank her face and looked incredibly grieved, shouting: “Listen up, everyone! He called me an asshole! This is a naked verbal attack on a nobleman!! ”

People around them are already shocked, someone listened to Dewey, and the heart couldn't help but say: naked verbal attacks? You have already “physically attacked"...

Dewey has gone up, stepped on Sir Dirk's chest, then bent down, punched and kicked, still screaming: “Oh, Dirk, how dare you... Oh, you hit me in the hand again, you hit me in the foot again...”

Just in front of the public, a jazz in the hall was beaten so hard by Dewey. Poor Dirk started shouting a few shouts, and then he couldn't stand it - Dewey was also a nobleman, but he practiced the introduction to the starry skies and practiced the physical technique of Snow Mountain. After so long, his health far exceeded that of an ordinary strong man. If it was simply about his fists and feet, I'm afraid some low-level samurai were not his opponents. Besides, Dirk, a little nobleman whose body was emptied of wine?

Dirk already shouted for help. He also counts on his peers, those in the same position, to help themselves.

But these guys, when Dewey wasn't threatened, they'd be blinded by greed and profit, but really look at the Grand Duke of Tulip tearing his face apart, who dares to go forward and offend an empire big red man?

Even if someone wants to go over there and pull the string, think about it: if I touch the Duke's arm, I'm afraid he'll just bite back and say, "Hit him," isn't that bad?

As a result, for a moment, the Acting Patriarch was beaten by Dewey for only half his life, but he didn't even dare speak.

When Dewey stood up, he just felt so happy, depressed and in a bad mood for many days, he got a lot of exhalation, exhaled for a long time, and then looked at Derk on the ground and said, “Sir Derk, you just beat me sixty-six times, that is, you owe me sixty-six duels! Go back and find the sixty-six men who will die for you and prepare our duel! ”

Dirk gasped for half a day before recovering from his dying breath and sighed with sadness: "Dewey!! You, you're naked! Naked bullying! You... you're a murderer! Yes, murder!! I'll sue you!! Even if you are so powerful, the Imperial Code will not allow you!! ”

The answer was a slap in the face.

“Sixty-seventh.” Dewey raised her hand and smiled softly: “Sue me? Humph, Ser Dirk, look at what this is. ”

Dewey pulled the collar slightly and revealed one of the badges: "Look carefully, this is the Magician badge! The significance of this badge is not just on behalf of my magician status, but also on behalf of… I have immunity from imperial decrees! Want to sue me for my sins... My dear Baron Dirk, do you know what the formalities are for convicting a magician? ”

Dewey squatted down, fingering the board, and laughed: "First of all, you have to have plenty of evidence, and you have to have all the evidence. Then, you must first go to the local magic union for the record, then you must personally go to the Imperial Inspectorate of the Empire of the Empire to report my crimes… Then, you must obtain the autographed document of the Minister of the Imperial Inspectorate, then he must personally deliver it to the palace, obtain the permission of the Regent, and then transfer it to the Magic Union of the Continent! Finally, deciding if I am guilty… requires a ruling by the Presbyterian Church of the Magic Union… Even if I believe I am guilty, then my punishment can only be handed down within the Magic Union. ”

Dewey sighed with regret and then looked at Sir Dirk with a merciful look: "By the way, I also tell you, for a thousand years the Empire has been founded, a magician who has been punished for violating the laws of the Empire, do you know how many?” Dewey opened his hand and held it tight again: “Zero... none. If you're in the mood and interested, sue me... if..."

Dewey stood up and looked cold at this guy on the ground: "If, after our duel, you still have your life. ”

Looking at the whole scene, Dewey regained that gentle and humble smile on his face: “Gentlemen, does anyone have any comment? ”

Raven is silent.

Raymond's lineage almost broke his stomach, except that one of the opposition, who wanted to make a scene under the trend of greed, was cold after Dewey tore his face off.

They finally realized how ridiculous those thoughts were in front of absolute strength. It can be said that if Dewey is determined to kill… I'm afraid no one can stop this guy.

Dewey randomly punched a ringing finger and rushed right into the two tulip samurai, pointing Dewey at Derk on the ground: "Throw me out and send someone to 'send' him home, put someone in jail outside his house to watch him, don't let him run away. This guy owes me 67 duels! ”

The guards of the two tulip families glanced at each other and revealed their eyes of mercy.

Poor guy... I don't know how to offend our Duchess. People who offend the Duchess generally have nothing to do with it.

Sixty-seven duels? I'm afraid even if the goddess blesses, this guy won't survive.

Looking at Sir Dirk, he was dragged out like a dead dog, and Dewey smiled and looked at the other “acting chief."

“Dear Baron Sean... please sit on top of it, where it matches the identity of your Acting Patriarch. ”

Dewey's grinning words fell into Baron Sean's ears, and the old man's face immediately looked like he had been severely cut with a knife, his face instantly turning blue and then red and finally white.

Finally, after all, Jiang was still old and hot. This “financial master” with a sharp loan understood the logic of the wind rudder. He took a quick step back and stacked a smile on his face. Then this old man suddenly seemed to be more sensitive than the rabbit. He walked to the table with an arrow, grabbed the “agreement” signed by everyone on the table and shoved it into his mouth.

He chewed it twice, stretched his neck and swallowed it. The old man choked hard, then turned around and looked at the people around him with strict words: “What surrogate chief? Is that what happened? How could I not know? You know what?”

The answer to him was a unanimous and resolute shook head by all.

“… we do not know. ”

“... right, right, never heard of it. ”

“Yeah, yeah, is that what happened? ”

“What proxy chief? Our proxy chief, Young Master Gabriel, sits right here. Where do you need a proxy chief?! ”

Almost instantly, everyone changed their position and nobody wanted to die... Everyone could see that, this Duchess Tulip, killing people, but it's really not soft!

Old Sean felt like he wasn't safe enough, so he just bit his teeth and smiled at Dewey. “Gentlemen, I think Master Gabriel is smart, but someone has to help him. Well... Lord Tulip, you are the eldest son of the old Count and the eldest brother of Master Gabriel, this responsibility, please do not push away... the family, the family needs you!” Saying, Old Sean's eyes were red - he took it seriously, and he actually squeezed a few tears.

Dewey sighed and looked at the audience: "Do you have a problem with that? ”

Seeing as there was no objection, Dewey frowned: “But... it's not good, I'm an ‘outsider' after all. ”

Old Sean immediately snapped and scolded: "Which bastard says Young Master Dewey is an outsider!! Who is it? Get out! I don't think he's a human being. I don't want to live!! ”

He shouted loudly in his mouth and sighed in his heart: Sir Dirk, I'm afraid he can't live if he wants to.

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The Rollin clan will be successfully concluded. Everyone unanimously elected Master Gabriel as the head of the Rollin clan, and unanimously “begged” Lord Tulip to act as the 'guardian' of Master Gabriel for the sake of blood, before the adulthood of Master Gabriel, to act as the head of the clan.

Then the General Assembly ended and everyone dispersed. When Gabriel jumped off the table and walked up to Dewey, he hesitated on his little face: "Brother... you're not really going to kill that Dirk are you? ”

Dewey's face showed a hint of indifference: “Why not? ”

He glanced at his brother and slowly said, "Gabriel, don't you see what I'm doing today? Well, my time is precious. If it wasn't for you, why would I come here to play this farce with you? I'll send hundreds of cavalry, find some of the highest-jumping guys, rush to their house, cut them all off if you don't ask! The rest of you, who dares to talk? Isn't this a lot easier than making a scene here? I'm actually teaching you a lesson! My brother, the first lesson I teach you today, I use this vivid play, I just want you to understand one thing, remember it well in the future, don't forget a moment! As you saw earlier, what's the point of the agreement? What's the use of swearing to your ancestors? I'm stronger than them, he'll have to eat that piece of junk paper in front of me! ”

Dewey pressed his brother's shoulder...

“The so-called just cause, rather than the dry tongue, is more effective than a hard fist!” Dewey laughed coldly: “As long as you are stronger than others, you can rape so-called ‘justice’ and ravage so-called ‘fairness’ at will. ”

Gabriel thought about it for a moment and finally a glimmer of light flashed over his naive face. After all, he was still a teenager and couldn't help but say: “Well... Sir Dirk. ”

“Kill.” Dewey's faint word determines the guy's fate.

“Brother, at least one day they didn't actually think wrong. I can't stay here forever. Even the army will come with me after I leave! How can I rest assured that you were here alone? You're too young, you're too simple, you're too kind, those hook-and-heart fights, those people's greed... I'm afraid you can't help these guys, so you have to use some thunderous methods to kill a hundred! ”

This is the first lesson in Little Gabriel's life since he took office.

Undoubtedly, his esteemed brother, gave him a good head start. Although this is not good, it is not even “just”.

But for a man who will roll in the mud of this power field for the rest of his life, this is justice!!

And it works, doesn't it?

(Chapter 3 is sent today ~! ~!

Three chapters, 13,000 words.

Finally, the last day at the end of the month, Moon ticket ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~)

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