The Riddler Get Out of Terra

The old housekeeper did not leave.

Generally speaking, such unnecessary problems will be solved by hard-working old gentlemen using crude but effective means.

Then he will improve the follow-up with an efficiency that is worthy of the high salary offered by the lord, so that a bunch of animals whose life value is to create value for the lord will continue to serve the big man who eats meat and drinks blood.

Today, his claws were rarely numb, as if a big problem had surfaced that he could never solve alone.

No one can handle such a matter except the lord who, as his master, holds the vital gates of private guards, private soldiers, food, and weapons.

"...Sir, something bad has happened."

The leader of the private guard said dryly.

The black clothes worn by this veteran operator who had been serving Taiwa City since the lord's father were stained with dust but without blood, as if the conflict had been separated from the scene from beginning to end.

"Bad thing, what else can be bad? Those thugs are on strike?"

The lord waved his hand impatiently. If it was just such a trivial matter, he should have asked the leader to cultivate an heir!

The contract he negotiated with the film businessman not long ago was very favorable. It seemed that a hidden force was secretly incubating it and didn't care if the price doubled when it needed a huge amount of supplies.

Originally, he had chosen a few randomly from the Kazdaele OEM city, but since he was familiar with the film merchant responsible for purchasing, he planned to use common business methods to place more orders.

As for factories that are already under great pressure and are squeezing tool workers again?

The lord inherited his father's violent personality and ruthless methods:

He planned to use the name of layoffs to trigger the most direct internal strife among a group of idiots, and finally accept the victors of the infighting who were bruised and bruised in the fight with cheaper wages and desperate working hours.

Revolt?

"What kind of place is Taiwa City? Is it a place run by my ancestors for generations! Soldiers? I choose all the private soldiers! Weapons? Who can use these weapons without my approval? A bunch of mud-legged people who don't even have a decent wooden stick. Can’t cut it out!”

"Food? From the beginning, all the food in the city is in our hands. If we want to make sure that there is no shortage of food, then we can let that group of people have enough food! What's more, those businessmen will not fight with a group of people who don't have enough food even if they are looking for profit. Stand together with your mud legs!”

The lord mocked the leader of the private guard for his incompetence by repeating the "great deeds" that had been going on since his father:

"So what if they go on strike? Call in the private soldiers to suppress them! Kill a few of them to scare the monkeys, and teach them who is the leader! I'll starve them for a few days, and I'll know who their biological parents are!"

"Can't they see what Kazdaele is doing now? How can a bunch of idiots who fled here not know that they will starve to death if they are driven out of the city? Even if they meet those mercenaries alive, they will have their heads chopped off for fun! "

As if imagining what would happen to a group of untouchables who ran out of Taiwa City, Lord Sakaz had a smile on his lips. In troubled times, people's lives are worse than dogs, and the mud-legged people who have neither soldiers nor food in their hands can only escape the squeeze. Life is like grass.

He has two highnesses to thank.

Because of this civil war, the lords who escaped from control could unscrupulously recruit poor people who could not survive with much harsher conditions than usual.

Happiness is all about contrast. On weekdays, it can be said that people are being squeezed carelessly. In the windy, frosty and cold environment, those mud-legged people have to call him a lifesaver!

There will always be few idealists in this world. Whether they are willing or not, in the end a city with distinct classes will evolve into a cruel and perfect hunting ground for exploiters to plunder the exploited.

If you don't get extra money in cruel ways, where will you get the money to improve your weapons?Where would the food come from to feed the strong men who defected to him?

Without these, in a troubled time, a spontaneous military disaster organized by mercenaries is enough to take away everything to realize the ideal!

This is a competition between bad people. The noble people have to rot, while the despicable people are like a fish in water.

The lord used some high-sounding words to satisfy his conscience - although if he had done these things, his conscience would have been eaten by dogs long ago.

But using some empty words that can no longer be fake to show one's nobility and compassion and cover up the dirty and viciousness behind the scenes will undoubtedly make people complacent.

It's a pity that this time the leader of the private guard did not satisfy his false character of "having no plan left" and "being calm despite all the storms":

"Sir, it has nothing to do with Mudlegs."

"The security system has completely betrayed you. They took control of the city gate and brought in an army. The equipment is so well-equipped that even the Victoria Army Group is not that good. Not to mention the private soldiers who resist, anyone who can stand up is considered a warrior."

"You wouldn't tell me about such a big thing from the beginning?!"

The lord jumped on the spot.

Sudden attacks are often the most difficult to defend against. Poison blades delivered from unknown places can always achieve the subtlest results. Troops from nowhere make it difficult for him to decide where to call for help.

The empty chamber was silent for a while, leaving only the lingering echo of the lord's constant pace. The hollow footsteps combined with the closed chamber with only candles reflected the uncertainty of the well-maintained appearance of the middle-aged Sakaz.

No matter what happened in the end, the lord decided on the target for emergency help, and the irritating noise finally stopped.

He weakly opened his mouth and gave instructions to the leader of the private guard:

"Go to Amma to find his lord, tell him that I agree to all his conditions, and ask for troops to support him, but don't tell him about the equipment of the troops attacking Taiwa or exaggerating the number."

"In addition, go to the lord of Malon and ask for a smart one. He will agree to any conditions, but the enemy must be replaced by Amma. But don't say that the number is powerful, just that the equipment is well-equipped."

"and also……"

The strong and weak lords around him were mentioned one by one by the Sakaz. Judging from the order of his sentences that became more and more smooth and orderly, it was obvious that this big man who ruled Taiwa had done extremely detailed homework, so that In critical moments, arrangements can still be made without thinking.

Not even himself

Thinking of the appearance of the middle-aged man, he was so quick-witted. Although it was not the time to boast at this moment, it was still difficult to conceal how confident he was at this moment:

"...I will walk through the secret passage with this group of businessmen. Now that these idiots from Victoria have left their guards outside, I can use the protection of my private guards to win them over. In this way, Victoria's order will definitely be fulfilled!"

From panic to calmness, from uneasy trembling to the stability of surviving a desperate situation, the lord completed the arrangement of escaping from death.

Judging from the experience of the private guard leader, even the old lord cannot defeat the new master in escaping.

But he no longer thinks so at this moment:

The private guard in black showed a smile as if he was ready to die, but his twisted face was uglier than crying.

He just pointed at the lord's back, then picked up his sidearm and charged forward.

He didn't even have the courage to shout!

The lord was frightened by his reaction and subconsciously pounced forward. When he reacted during the leap, he was so frightened that he was covered in white hair and sweat:

Someone has been observing his plan in the dark secret room, and it was not until the end of the plan that it was exposed in a big way!

But he didn't dare to do anything. At this moment, not to mention the Victoria businessman who brought profits, even the dozen or so concubines he married were not as important as his own life!

The lord, who had been exercising all the time and was relatively strong, rolled on the ground and ran towards the door. In his mind, the old butler and the leader of the private guard would be able to delay it for a while - enough time for him to escape!

When his hand touched the handle and was about to open the heavy iron door, he couldn't help but look back at the scene inside:

Thin black threads swam in the air like endless water plants, their graceful dancing mixed with deadly danger.

Both the old housekeeper and the leader of the private guard were repeatedly crossed by the thin thread several times during the movement.

When the lord turned around, he only saw thin black lines returning to the darkness like a shadow, and then blood, fishy flesh, internal organs and even stinking feces were flying towards him.

——There are no chiefs and stewards anymore. The thin threads have cut the complete body into extremely fragmented pieces. The lord who went to Victoria to study anatomy can't tell where the tissue of that piece of meat has been worked!

The delicate and cruel art accompanied by the stench that seeped into the bone marrow made the lord's stomach churn, but he did not intend to give up.

All his emotions were locked in order to escape, and he hit the iron door with great strength.

Dong——a dull sound.

?

The lord, who was startled to realize that the sound was wrong, looked at the door with his peripheral vision.

Then, the light of survival in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and all resistance disappeared.

For a moment, he seemed to fall into the void:

The black door was wrapped with dense threads, twisting and turning in the corner that he ignored, and finally ended up in the hands of the murderer who killed the private guard leader and the old housekeeper.

Chapter 12 A little surprise for Victoria ([-])

Qiao Lun watched in boredom as many of the men in front of him had distorted expressions after losing hope of escaping.

With the night vision ability given by the light in his pupils, the pampered Lord Sakaz's body has red | color blocks moving towards his head and heart.

The violently fluctuating face looked unexpectedly ferocious even in the field of vision now filled with various magnetic fields, and the cheeks blurred by color patches and blood flow.

Like the distorted painting of Fauvism.

Qiao Lun watched Lord Sakaz turn around and charge towards him, so that his originally solemn face was distorted like a demon, so he made a random judgment on him in his heart.

Although he had only accepted the realistic and reasonably realistic Impressionist styles since his previous life, Fauvism and extremely abstract Impressionist paintings were still too early for him.

Even if Picasso's own paintings and realistic landscape paintings by unknown painters appeared in front of him, Qiao, who had a dark eye for art, would probably choose the most comfortable landscape painting like a blind man tearing off corn.

Although I will definitely beat my chest afterwards because of the extremely high price of the former.

Of course, maybe not necessarily.

After all, Joe at least knew that Picasso himself was still a master in realistic style paintings before he painted all kinds of fragmented paintings.

But the distorted expression of the lord in front of him in the pupil light really looks like the art celebrity's "Youth"...

The strange color blocks jumped repeatedly due to the hopeless struggle, and the face of the same person looked strange due to the combination of temperature, blood, mind, night vision, and magnetic field.

Lapland felt like she was falling deep into hell when she could only see flesh and blood, but she didn't know that the priest's body, which was like a glow in her vision, had already taken the initiative to penetrate deep into the center of hell.

Humans are always more adaptable than other species, right?

Swinging his wrist like a whip, he pressed the five knuckles of his right hand, tightening all the black threads all over the secret room, easily suppressing the strong man Sakaz who was fighting to the death.

Well, he is indeed a strong man, and he keeps exercising for a long time.

Jorum held the Lord like a cross, with his legs straight and his hands raised, creating a crucifixion picture that might be more familiar to Laterans.

Although seeing the devil in this posture, the executor of the notary office is more likely to inspire the Originium gun to take a shot at this blasphemous bastard.

But who makes Master Qiao happy?

Realizing that he was doomed, the lord gave up his struggle. He didn't even dare to yell, so he could only let his proud muscles be hidden in the clothes that were tightly bound by black threads.

If present.

When everything was over, he finally had time to see clearly what the assassin lurking in the secret room looked like.

A "dark shadow".

To be more specific, it is a human figure covered in rich black veil.

In the already dark secret room, a layer of black gauze gave him a comfortable camouflage in the environment.

No, the lord said to himself.

If it was just a disguise, the leader of the private guard would never know anything about it. A deadly killer was lying in wait beside him. How could the private guard, who had experienced hundreds of battles and had considerable experience in assassins, not notice it at all?

This is by no means the result of camouflage.

As if layers of spider webs were connected to each other, the lord guessed that the black shadow must be proficient in some kind of magic to hide the source stone. However, this subtlety of hindsight could not save him.

The hopeless lord could only be placed in the shape of a cross like a doll, letting the black shadow's malicious eyes sweep over him.

A look that sent chills all over the lord.

This is not the look you get when you see a muscular man with evil intentions, but the look you get when you look at an experimental animal that can be manipulated and observed at will.

When such eyes were focused on the lord's vital points, the muscles of the strong man's whole body were trembling: the feeling that a person's life and dignity are in the hands of others is simply crazy!

"Wonderful ideas, driving tigers and devouring wolves, swaying left and right, concealing the truth, and taking advantage of others are clearly played by you. But in fact, it is meaningless. These people you mentioned will eventually be found by me, but it will be sooner or later. Or later.”

The black shadow named Jolon said so.

The lord was silent.

After a long while, the middle-aged man who wanted to figure out what to do finally figured out where he was in the fierce psychological struggle, and weakly said to Qiao Lun:

"I am willing to surrender, please spare my life. I know many lords. If you want to attack them, I can provide intelligence or lead the way. I can also take your people with information to these people's cities to open up the defenses."

"I also have long-term management experience. In the past ten years or so, I have asked residents to complete all tasks and can let them do everything you ask for."

After realizing that Qiao Lun was unmoved, the man immediately broke into a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and told Qiao Lun his own value:

"I am willing to give you half of all my property over the years. The salary your lord gave you is probably not as much as what I have accumulated over the years. Now they are all yours! This is just a reward for sparing my life. "

The Sakaz man was silent for a moment. Even if he saw the Origin Stone skills and terrifying spells beyond his imagination, he was still willing to try it once, hoping to see the price of his freedom in the eyes of this assassin who seemed not to betray his master:

"If you will let me go, I will give you all my possessions. I have some acquaintance in Victoria, and by escaping there I can introduce your generosity and kindness to all my friends, and all will give them to you or your master. A little face!”

laugh--

Qiao Lun tried his best to suppress the humor and absurdity in his heart, but he still couldn't help but laugh sarcastically - well, he didn't want to maintain a poker face at all. The Qiao who came to the shadow demon's body was completely The attitude of game life.

What good would his promise do to Jorum?

There was no room for the existence of these Sarkarz nobles in his vision, and he was not prepared to promise anyone the benefits of Kazdaele. As for the wealth given by the lord?

Ordinary people on Terra are indeed interested in these glittering jewelry and colorful bills, but anyone who has studied politics knows that these pieces of paper are nothing without credibility.

When Kazdael dances in the palm of Joram again, he can print these funny papers as much as he wants within the market limits.