Duke of Grief

"You are not welcome here!" The butler glared at the group of people in front of him, and said with a bad voice.

Warwick took a breath and then spit out slowly in front of the butler, watching him show a deeper disgust, grinning: "Master, but welcome, welcome or not, it's not up to you, maybe you don't Too clear about our position, so I can say clearly that we are here to investigate your master, okay?"

"leave here!"

However, Warwick's words did not allow the butler to let them go, but the attitude was even worse.

The butler raised his neck and stared angrily at the tall man in front of him, saying one word at a time: "I said, leave here! Otherwise, we have the right to hang you here! So I will repeat it one last time, Leave here, otherwise we will exercise our rights!"

Then he dropped an sentence angrily and turned away, "Close the door for me!"

The soldier standing by the gate pouted his mouth, but he still obeyed the order and tried to close the door.

But Warwick apparently wouldn’t let them do that. Among them, a young man rushed forward with one arrow and leaned against the gate. Hippy smiled and said: "Hey, brother, we are here to complete the task, so You cannot close the door."

The soldier glared at him and said angrily: "I also want to complete the task, so I hope you can let go."

At this time, the housekeeper turned back and yelled, "What are you waiting for, close the door, and then let the group of impolite stray dogs leave here!"

The soldier turned his head to look, and as soon as he was about to say something, his body was suddenly knocked away by a great force.

His body was hit against the wall, and then fell down again, covering his chest in pain and screaming.

The butler who just turned his head heard the sound behind him, and turned back impatiently, but he was surprised to see that the gate of the castle was being torn off the wall by the group of rudeness... No, there was only one!

The face of the young man with a hippie smile was already covered in clouds. He tore the door off the wall, then held it aside and threw it aside.

It’s not just him, the rest of the people are not so pretty.

"Stop! Stop now!"

The shocked soldiers finally realized what had happened. They panicked their weapons at the team, but the hand holding them was still shaking.

How can ordinary humans have such a powerful force?

They are not ‘mortal’ but a group of ‘supernatural’?

Warwick took a breathless expression and grinned the corner of his mouth, revealing the sharp canine teeth, "Mr. Butler, can you say that again?"

Although the butler who witnessed the scene was shocked, he quickly calmed down. After hearing the man's words, his mouth sank. "I said, leave here!"

Warwick frowned, his index finger flicked the cigarette, shook the ash on the ground, took a light breath, and asked again, "So Mr. Housekeeper, do you want to exercise your rights? I mean the'nobleman' You can use force to drive away unwelcome uninvited guests' rights. Although in general, you kill people directly... am I right?"

"Oh, that's right!" After a pause, Warwick suddenly remembered something and pulled out a badge from his arms. "This is the badge given to us by His Majesty. It means that we have the'when the suspect rebelled. The right to unlimited defense'."

"Mr. Butler, are you going to try it?"

His tone was rather indifferent, but the butler could hear his hostility.

Suddenly, the butler remembered what he had said before, and thought of the news that had come recently, suddenly glaring his eyes, his breath stagnation.

"...The Night Army." The butler took a deep breath and sighed softly. "You are the'Black Night Army'!"

Warwick raised an eyebrow. "Yes, and then? Would you like us to investigate?"

No wonder they react so hugely to what they call them ‘hounds’...

The housekeeper frowned slightly and exhaled lightly. "My lord is not your majesty's vassal, so..."

"Mr. Butler, the'Blade War' has been over for a few years. Why do you always hold this thing and die?" Warwick smoked again, his face calmed down, and he watched teasingly. That housekeeper also made the housekeeper very angry.

But he knew that he could not provoke them, so he could only choose to close his eyes slightly and whispered: "That war is over, but the kingdom's noble system has not changed..."

Warwick narrowed his eyes and interrupted the housekeeper's words, "Mr. Housekeeper, I repeat the last time. This is not a "warning" but a "threat"-I am now "threatening" you let it go, let us Go in and investigate what your lord has recently contacted with the drow elf, okay? We don’t mind using violent means to intimidate you. After all, the night army was originally used to do this!"

The butler pressed his lips tightly, clenching his fists.

This guy... he really intends to do this!

The threat in the language is already quite obvious, and this group of guys look at his eyes more and more badly. If he does not give way, they may be torn to pieces.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the butler seemed to want to say something, but after comparing the strength gap between the two sides, he sighed, "Let's go, let them in..."

Before the words fell, the soldiers all put away their weapons. They had just seen the soldier blown away, and then the gate of the castle was torn off the wall. Without comparison, they knew that the strength gap between them was too great. If they weren’t afraid of Lord Lord, they would have wanted to run.

The wolves of the Night Legion entered the castle one after another, and the young man smiled and patted the shoulder of a soldier standing on the side of the gate with his chest high, but after he left, the soldier suffered a photo Face, touched the shoulder, and took a breath.

After crossing the fence, the warm sun in the early winter shone again on the werewolves. They looked left and right, looked around, and looked at the castle with interest.

The butler walked in front of the team, although he was not at ease with these werewolves, but besides that, he had no other choice.

"This..." The butler looked closely at the man walking beside him, ready to ask.

"Just call me'Warwick'." Warwick grinned again, and the white and sharp canines seemed to reflect in the sunlight.

"Sir Warwick, you said before, the connection between my family's lord and the drow... what's going on?" The housekeeper took a deep breath~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a serious tone, "I am here The housekeeper and family members of my family have to pass my hand, but they never know that there is such a thing here. So, I think this is a mischief-if you do not find any clues from here, how can you compensate us?"

Warwick raised his eyebrows and said with a lip: "Although I don't like the bats very much, I have to admit that their intelligence gathering ability is quite good. Since we started working together, almost no big error."

"So?" As soon as the housekeeper's mouth sipped, the corners of his mouth sank. "Do you werewolves believe those vampires?"

Warwick paused and smoked again. "Mr. Butler, it's useless to provoke our relationship. Maybe we didn't like it before we became His Majesty's'Hound Dog', and we can even say that we are quite disgusted. The bats, but now we are colleagues who work together."

"Instead of provoking our relationship here, it is better to think about how to hide the ‘evidence’..."

The displaced Drow elves want to get their own territory on the ground. If they want to build a country elsewhere, they can't control it, but who let them appear in the Kingdom of Koror?