The Dark King

Business district, North Yade Town.

On the plateau on the outskirts of the town, an aristocratic castle stands tall, and outside the manor of the castle there are occasionally armored knights and sergeants patrolling. These knights and squires are all engraved with a javelin on their armor. The meaning of the representative is a family name-Lane.

Residents living in Yade Town know that the Lane family, which manages Yade Town’s taxation, is now a bit of a corner, but it has also been brilliant. It is one of the top aristocrats in the business district, but it has provoked the evil alchemist and was destroyed. Once, the big back cover and Huamei Manor were all turned into a desert of the sea, and since then has fallen. Now all the territory of the entire family is only this remote town.

The total annual tax revenue is not even as good as that of a knight of a large noble family.

As the elder patriarch grew older, his temper became more and more irritable, and the increased taxes every year also made the residents of Yade town miserable.

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

The door opened, and four figures came down from the car, led by a thin but tall teenager, holding a bouquet of rose flowers in his hand, although the clothes were plain and ordinary, but the waist was straight and the posture was like a gentleman. .

Du Dian looked around, found a hotel to rent, closed the door, and said to Barton and others: "You live in this town first, this town is the territory of the Ryan family, your task is to help me find out All the information to the Lane family, including finances, population, and the number of knights, and also the information of the children of the Lane chief, including hobbies, specialties, etc."

The three of Barton were stunned, and Kluhn asked, "Dean, are you going?"

"You will know this in a few days." Du Dean solemnly said to several people: "If you can inquire, try to inquire as much as possible. The most important thing is not to expose your identity or do things that are too eye-catching."

The three nodded.

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

"Go to another guest." Du Dean grabbed two steel nails tightly wrapped in cloth from Joseph's hand.

Joseph's face changed slightly and said, "Are you going to take revenge on the person who framed you?"

"It's not called revenge." Du Dian smiled slightly. "It's a virtue if you borrow or repay."

"These five gold coins are your mission resources." Du Dean took five out of the gold coins and handed them to three people, saying: "If necessary, don't be stingy. In addition, don't rush to act. Be familiar with the life of this small town first. State, go to work again, remember, when in trouble, think a lot!"

Three people took the gold coins, a little nervous and nervous.

Du Di'an gave a few words of relief, and left the small hotel. Although it was difficult and risky to accomplish such a task with the knowledge of the three of Barton, a good sharp knife needs to be tempered before it can be beaten.

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Thorns Flower Prison, in the inner castle.

In the bright and gorgeous office, Warden Jones held the message from the black crow in his hand, a smile slowly appeared on his face, and said to the youth in a black armor across the tea table in front of him: "This little mouse's The tail is exposed, in the slums."

The black armored young man had a sword scar on his face, but it did not affect his beauty. He smiled faintly and said, "It rained a few days ago, covering his scent, losing track, and now his tail is showing, He hasn't run far, have they taken him back directly, Frank?"

Jones shook his head slightly and said, "This little ghost is clever and thought, it is estimated that he got the news in advance and ran away from the appointed place. Frank they did not find it. However, they grabbed a former companion of this little ghost and are still interrogating. In my opinion, it is estimated that there will be no news from the confession. That kid can escape from here, but it is not easy to catch."

The black armored youth smiled lightly: "No matter how cautious he is, his tail is still exposed. As long as he knows that he is in a slum, he can't run away. Even if he digs three feet, he can be pulled out!"

"I believe your nose." Jones smiled.

The young man in black armor picked up the caffeine tea in front of him, drank up, and said, "I'm going first."

Butler Peter looked at the black back and disappeared outside the door. He looked back and said to Jones: "This little devil is a junior hunter of the Mellon Consortium, with a rare "dread dyer" magic mark, and he is not inferior to him in odor tracking. The "predator" magic mark should understand the anti-tracking method. Can he find the other party in the large slums by himself alone?"

Jones smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "Don't underestimate the evil dog's hunting skills."

Butler Peter stunned slightly and nodded in silence.

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In the business district, in the courthouse on the street.

This is one of the divisions of the Tribunal in the business district, which deals with the laws of more than ten nearby towns and commercial blocks.At the moment the sky was getting dark and heavy rain was coming. In the middle floor of an office building of the Tribunal, several formal priests reviewed the case in their hands and came to a separate office in another building. They knocked on the door and entered In the office, the organized case was handed respectfully to the figure at the desk.

"Teacher, this is a case of alcoholism in the town of Ball."

"This is a strong (harmony) rape case in the town of Mick."

Several people handed out the cases one after another.

The figure sitting behind the desk was slender and magnificent, dressed in a dark red robe with gold wire, full of nobility and solemn temperament. He was looking down at the case in his hand. Hearing the words of several students, he nodded: "Let down, Go."

Several students handed the case over to a stack of cases next to the desk. Before leaving, one of the young girl priests said, "Teacher, it's going to rain outside. You should go back and rest earlier."

Hearing this, the figure of Wei An stunned slightly, looked up at the window, and the gloomy thunder was ringing, which seemed to herald the coming of heavy rain.

He frowned slightly and nodded, "I know, you go first."

The young girl priest glanced at him, no more to say, and turned away.

After they left, the middle-aged man wrote the summary of the half of the cases he had handled, then put the quill pen back in the pen holder, got up and collected the other cases into the drawer, and came to the door to put on his deacon hat, Picking up the tarpaulin umbrella, and left the court.

"Deacon Huo is good."

"Have seen Deacon Huo."

Along the way, the priests or judge knights were still busy in the court, and when they saw the middle-aged people, they bowed their heads respectfully.

The middle-aged man has long been accustomed to it, and his face calmly walked out of the gate of the Tribunal. 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. Up the stairs.

In an instant, the rain began to start.