Lord of all tribes

Chapter 21 The Baron's Son Cyril

"No noise at the gate of the city!"

The city guards arrived late, and the leading general scolded Luo Lin.

"Clay, you came at the right time, hurry up, arrest this guy, how dare you act wildly in front of me!" Seeing the arrival of the city guards, Cyril continued to restore his domineering state as if he had seen a savior.

The general who was called Clay frowned. Although he was not ashamed of Cyril's domineering appearance, who would let him have a good father? No matter how unhappy he was, Clay could only suppress it in his heart.

"Who are you? Why did you bump into Master Cyril's carriage? Why don't you apologize quickly!" Clay asked Luo Lin indifferently.

Although Clay's attitude was indifferent, Rollin could see that he was not willing to side with Cyril, but had to do so for some reason.

"What's the use of apologizing? Clay, catch him quickly, I'm going to kill this guy myself!" Cyril pointed at Luo Lin with a grim expression.

"Master Cyril, I'm afraid this is inappropriate." Clay seemed a little embarrassed. In fact, he had seen this matter clearly from the sidelines just now. If Cyril hadn't forced his way into the city, there wouldn't have been such a dispute. It's just that It is impossible for Clay to support Rollin openly, but he is also unwilling to help the evildoer.

"Clay, what are you writing on? My young master is going to the city to attend the banquet of Lord Viscount. If you delay, you can wait to use your head to apologize!"

Seeing Clay's hesitation, Cyril became even more angry. He was embarrassed by the ignorant Rolin before, but now even a small city guard dared to prevaricate him.

"I don't know who is your Excellency?" Clay was in a dilemma, and turned to focus on Luo Lin and asked.

He had to make choices and judgments based on Rowling's identity. Although the carriage the person in front of him was riding in was quite dilapidated, Clay had to be careful with the aura of a superior person exuded from him and the strength displayed by Hans. .

"Rollin."

rollin?There is no noble young master named Luo Lin in the city, isn't he a noble?If it wasn't for the nobles, how could there be such a powerful follower. For a while, Clay muttered.

"I was invited by Viscount Jon to attend the dinner, please let the general go quickly." Luo Lin felt good about the city gate guard, so he bowed his hands politely.

"Luo Lin, isn't Luo Lin the lord of Garadi Town? Luo Lin who just defeated nearly a thousand thieves?"

Clay suddenly remembered a major event that happened recently. Guarding a dead city in Galatia was able to defeat nearly a thousand thieves. This incident has spread throughout Versilia, and Rollin's name has been spread in this way. .

"If there is no second Luo Lin, then it's time to go. Can I enter the city now?" Luo Lin looked at the sky and it was getting late. If he delayed, he might really be late.

"Of course, please come in, please come in." Clay quickly stepped aside, and Hans drove the carriage slowly into the city.

"You, why did you let him go? Catch him. Master Ben was beaten by him. Do you know if he beat you?"

Seeing that Clay put Rollin into the city, Cyril quit immediately.

"Master Cyril, he is the lord of Galady and a nobleman. I dare not arrest him. If you have any complaints, you should seek justice from Lord Viscount!" Clay said angrily.

This Cyril is indeed a well-known dandy in Versilia, who knows how to behave mischievously all day long. If he didn't have a baron's father, he might have died many times.

Clay was unwilling to arrest Luo Lin. Although Cyril was extremely angry, the city guards were beyond his control, so he yelled a few words and followed into the city.

Versilia's Mansion is easy to find, and after a while, Luo Lin arrived at the gate of the Mansion.

Originally, Luo Lin felt that the town guard's mansion in Garadi Town was considered good, but he didn't understand what a frog in a well was until he saw the Santo's mansion in Versilia!

The entire city lord's mansion is built with bluestone, which looks stable and solemn. There are two rows of nearly a hundred soldiers standing at the door. The armor on their bodies is bright silver. The overall look is not only gorgeous, but also full of heroism.

rich!Local tycoon!
Luo Lin couldn't help thinking of these words in his mind.

"Sir Rollin, you're here, Lord Viscount was still talking about you just now!" Just as Rollin was about to step into the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, a familiar figure appeared in front of Rollin.

"Butler Barry, I encountered some delays on the road, I'm really sorry." Luo Lin smiled.

"My lord, the banquet has not started yet, don't worry, you can go in first!"

Entering the city lord's mansion of this bluestone building, Luo Lin followed the attendants to the banquet hall.

At this time, many people had already come to the banquet hall, chatting with each other in twos and threes, Luo Lin scanned left and right, found a remote corner and sat down.

"Hey, brother, I see you are a face-to-face student. Which family's young master are you from? Oh, by the way, my name is Myron."

As soon as Luo Lin sat down, a fat man with a mouth full of grease introduced himself familiarly.

"I'm Luo Lin." Luo Lin randomly picked up a snack and tasted it in his mouth before saying.

"Luo Lin? I haven't heard of it, but since we met today, it is fate, and we will be friends from now on."

Fatty Myron didn't have the restraint of meeting for the first time, and he couldn't stop talking once he opened it. He told Luo Lin some interesting things in the city of Versilia.

What kind of baron took care of whose wife, how many lovers does Lord Viscount have, and so on, which made Luo Lin wonder why there is such a strange thing in this world, and he just said these things when he first met someone.

When Luo Lin was talking happily with the fat boy Myron, a fiery gaze alerted Luo Lin.

Looking back, it turned out that it was the guy who clashed at the gate of the city before. At this time, he was having a drink with several other young people, but his eyes were fixed on Luo Lin.

"Who is this guy? The one in the blue dress." Luo Lin pointed to the fat little Myron and asked.

"You said him, he is Cyril, the son of Baron Arlo, and he usually bullies others because his father is a treasurer. Why, do you have a problem with him?"

The little fat man wiped the grease stains all over his mouth, and seemed to be quite disdainful of this Cyril.

Cyril, Baron Arlot, Treasurer.
It seems that the guy offended this time is not young. To become the treasurer of a big city like Versilia, Baron Arlo must be very powerful.

Generally speaking, this kind of financial power is as important as military power. Looking at Cyril's gloomy gaze, Luo Lin drank the red wine in his hand.

(End of this chapter)