Knight of the Light

Powell Jr. was frightened and left in a cold sweat. Little Phils' eyes were nailed behind him, as if seeing him through at a glance, there was no secret at all.

Standing on the steps of the Temple of the Winter Goddess, Louis Phils overlooked the busy subordinates and servants. His eyes crossed the temple wall, looked at the entire Banshee Fortress, and even crossed the city wall, trying to see through the gloomy north.

The white-haired banker walked out of the corner of the temple and asked quietly, "Sir, do you really care about the little boss in the Black Forest?"

"Do you know where he is?" Louis Phils asked back.

"Just look for it, you can find it. The guy stayed under our eyelids for more than a month, leaving too many traces." Banker said slowly, "We didn't pay much attention to him before, but now he has threatened Come to us. "

Little Phils didn't answer the question, and asked again: "How is my father?"

"Your father's health is gone, and he should be going to the kingdom of the goddess within six months." Banker said.

"What about the other lords of the north? Will they obey me?" Phils asked again.

"Your opponents are always so few, but they simply have no strength to prevent you from becoming the king of the North. As long as you announce the establishment of the Principality, those ridiculous guys will at most jump out and perform a few funny comedies.

To prove his judgment, Banker commented on the current situation of other cities in the North. When it comes to Cold Wind City, he specifically said: "Columfier. His long legs are dead, and his son is not capable enough to control him."

Little Phils suddenly interrupted and said, "I don't worry about Coldwind City, the long-legged family died. But I'm worried about the guy who made his fortune from the Black Forest, and he'll take the Coldwind City first."

Old Bank also laughed out, "Sir, you are not worried about having tens of thousands of opponents, but you are worried about the leader of a village. I have also heard of the guy named Victor Hugo, but I do n’t Think how strong he is. "

Little Phils glanced at the white-haired Banker, and sighed in his heart, ‘This generation of my father ’s day is really old’. He whispered, "The whole North has not changed for more than a decade. You and I know this is a dead place.

I'm familiar with other city owners in the Northland, and I'm pretty sure they can't play tricks. But the Black Forest is the dead among the dead. Where should people rise, shouldn't they pay more attention?

I have been collecting information about Victor Hugo recently, and that guy has risen very quickly. I sent someone to his Harmony Village to investigate his tricks in the Black Forest. All reports pointed out that he was far stronger than expected.

The most surprising thing is that I was investigating him, and he actually ran to the Banshee Fortress more actively.

A month ago, my agent said that someone in the city was paying a high price for war preparations. At first I thought it was a fool in other cities, but I soon found out that the people who did it were rich. Even my uncle who is greedy for money does business with it.

I asked a wizard named Roma, and I realized that this sneaky guy was Victor Hugo. The spy found his servant named Seth's servant, but never found him.

I guess the pair of masters and servants are connected by some arcane technique, which makes it difficult for us to trace them.

Until the Powell family suddenly died, the descendants of the evil worm did not even leave the soul. I was surprised that this guy hiding behind was not easy to deal with. But this made me even more confused, what did Victor Hugo really want? "

The old wizard Bank couldn't answer the question, but said calmly, "Just grab him and ask."

"Have you ever fought Mongol descendants alone?" Little Phils asked back.

"It should be okay. If I do, I will gather half of the Wizarding staff, and let it have nowhere to run." Banker is quite sure of this, "otherwise we will not tolerate 'Mongol' hiding in We have been near Banshee for so many years. "

"You still feel more insured." Phils sneered at it. "But according to our investigation, Victor Hugo killed only two people. Your wizarding group intends How many people died to catch him? "

Banker was speechless. He considers himself stronger than Mongol. But when he did fight, he would definitely bring a lot of people to help. The wizards under him looked so powerful, but it was absolutely impossible for him to fight hard for him.

He ran over with a halfling chick like Zhou Qingfeng, and turned the opponent over if he didn't agree. This kind of thing is really not capable of ordinary people.

Seeing that Bank was speechless, Little Phils said faintly: "The Roma of the Wizarding Party should know where Victor Hugo is? But that guy is unreliable and has been reluctant to provide reliable information in order to make money. This guy is a bit useful, and I ca n’t help him.

There are more people in the wizarding group who are sheltering Roma, because Roma can make them money. I also always wanted to find another way to lock Victor Hugo's position and eliminate this scourge in one fell swoop. But without enough confidence, I couldn't do it easily. "

This made Banker ashamed. He was in charge of the wizarding group, but he couldn't control the thirty or so wizards in the group. The rule of the North is so loose. Once there is a conflict of interest, everyone considers themselves first.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't use the people in your wizard group to check. Those guys have the benefit of Victor Hugo. You can't use the original city's main guard. It will be a waste of time for them to check and even leak news.

Just now that Powell was hostile to Victor Hugo and had no interests. It is more effective and reliable for him to investigate. The formation of the Knights this time is also an elite team under my full control. "

Little Phils made a lot of punches, and Banker could feel that the incoming new town owner had a sense of reform. The old powers would widen the industry once the good life passed too long, and lost their vigor and enterprising. Instead.

This process of blood exchange can be even more dangerous than the battle for royal power in the north. Bank faintly felt that Phils Jr.'s goal this time was not Victor Hugo's new master at all, and it was true to use the topic to promote a group of obedient new powers.

Bank spent several decades in the Northland, and he accumulated enough in his early years that he could no longer look down on Northland's wealth, and he would appear more detached. It was also his detachment that won the trust of several generations of Phils.

Looking at the rigid poker face of Louis Phils, the old-fashioned Banker smiled bitterly, thinking: "Three generations of the Phils family owner, this one is the deepest mind. Few people can guess his thought."

Slightly sighing, Banker still nodded, indicating that he would arrange it and mobilize some people with no interest to track Victor Hugo's whereabouts. When he left the temple, he found Powell Jr. and gave him a heavy task.

"Want me to track down Victor Hugo?" Powell Jr. never expected that he would do the work. As long as he thinks about Zhou Qingfeng's 'incarnation as a dragon' that day, he blows away the descendants of the worm, and he has no confidence at all.

"I just want you to track down, but not to deal with that demon. You have to pay attention, there are many people in the city who have colluded with this guy, and it is already untrustworthy. You must find someone who has no interest to participate in this matter."

Master Bank is now a benefactor of Powell. He spoke, and Powell Jr could not refuse. The latter listened carefully to the investigation of Victor Hugo's investigation, and only had to bite the bullet to take over the errand.

"Remember, whether you can gain the greater trust of His Excellency Louis Phils depends on whether you can complete the task he has explained. Tracing Victor Hugo is your first task, don't mess it up. Now. "

Serious tone, heavy stress, Powell's heart was accelerating. Whenever he thinks of Victor Hugo, he is either despairing or downcast. Because he failed too many times.

The old banker said in a deep voice: "Powell, you have no room to step back. If you fail, you will die."