Magic Industrial Age

Study.

The candlelight illuminated Regan's face, making him look as bereaved as if his parents had died, utterly lifeless.

He didn't answer immediately, but Fenrir, who was holding him hostage, moved.

He quickly scanned his surroundings, his gaze lingering on Anger and Oliveira for a moment, before standing up and dropping his dagger.

Very simply and straightforwardly, he said, "I surrender!"

His actions attracted everyone's attention and made him the focus of the entire room.

Fenrir continued, "I choose to surrender, but I demand the treatment due to a nobleman. I will pay a sufficient ransom for myself and my men!"

"So, lucky bastard Earl, please prepare a comfortable room for me and at least three maids.

I need a hot bath, delicious food, and someone to clean my clothes."

"You don't know how bad the smell is in the underground passage; I'm covered in the stench of fish."

As he spoke, the nobleman named Fenrir took a step towards Loy, looking relaxed and seemingly without any precautions.

Of course, he had his own confidence in doing so!

Marriages between nobles were frequent, especially among old aristocratic families; tracing back, they could always find some kinship.

Therefore, even if there were conflicts between nobles, even if noble wars broke out, there were certain rules.

For example, if a nobleman surrendered, you couldn't kill him; you even had to treat him with courtesy.

Like Fenrir's conditions above, you had to satisfy them.

Of course, this wasn't unconditional; all the costs could be added to the later ransom, demanding double the amount.

Moreover, there was a strange rule that the higher the noble's status, the more ransom they would pay.

Not just a normal increase, but a geometric progression.

In other words, capturing a viscount was really more valuable than tens of thousands of serf soldiers.

As for the reason, it was simple: these captured nobles believed that a small ransom wouldn't befit their status.

Therefore, victors often showed their mercy and generosity because it could really make a lot of money!

Until this moment, Loy finally turned his gaze to Fenrir and asked, "Who are you?"

The man straightened his clothes, raised his head, and seemed to introduce himself solemnly, "My name is Fenrir..."

"Forget it!"

Loy interrupted him before he could finish, indifferently saying, "I'm not interested in knowing who you are!"

"How dare you insult me..."

Fenrir couldn't finish his sentence because a magic-powered pistol was already pointed at his head, its magic patterns flashing as it slowly activated.

At this moment, his expression truly changed drastically; even he, slow as he was, felt the sea-like killing intent.

"What do you want to do? The noble code..."

Bang!

The gunshot rang out like thunder, echoing in the room.

Fenrir's eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible.

A hole appeared in his forehead, but that wasn't the worst of it; most importantly, the back of his head exploded into a bloody mess.

Blood splattered, red and yellow, onto the ground, the walls, and Regan's face.

The blood awakened the distraught Regan, but when he looked down at Fenrir, who had fallen in front of him, eyes wide open in death, his face turned as pale as paper.

The gunshot not only awakened Regan but also Fenrir's few subordinates.

They cried out in terror but also showed the qualities that warriors should have.

One of them actually erupted with fighting spirit, a faint purple flame swirling around him, his eyes filled with killing intent as he looked at Loy.

They couldn't live anyway; even if they could escape today, with Fenrir dead, they would have to die even if they returned to their families!!!

But if they could kill Loy, only they would die, and their families wouldn't be implicated.

That was their greatest pursuit now.

A sword, wrapped in the light of fighting spirit, was like a crescent moon arriving through the air, wanting to cut off Loy's head.

Unfortunately, Loy didn't even bother to look at him.

Oliveira's figure had already appeared in front, his rapier piercing through the air like light and electricity, with sharp fighting spirit cutting through, directly shattering his fighting spirit slash.

Then, Oliveira stepped forward, drew his sword, stepped forward again, and drew his sword again...

His speed wasn't fast, step by step, very steady.

His sword didn't seem fast either; one could even see the trajectory of the rapier piercing through the air.

But the transcendent swordsman facing him was like facing a natural enemy, only able to retreat continuously, being suppressed to only defensive power.

As for the other black-clad men, Anger took care of them.

Those who could be brought out were considered to have some strength, at least Tier 2 or higher, having awakened fighting spirit.

But Anger's speed was very fast, extremely fast, his figure flickering like a phantom.

His teacher was Oliveira, but his fighting style was more like Loy's.

He stepped on [Chase Step], his speed swift, but his movements twisted like a snake or python, able to accurately avoid every attack.

And his sword, like a viper in the shadows, could always show its fangs from the most incredible angles.

Of course, he didn't have Loy's precision; his attacking sword couldn't achieve a one-hit kill, but he didn't care.

Every sword only needed to leave a wound on the enemy, whether it was a small hole or a cut.

Five or six people surrounded him alone, but the only ones who screamed were themselves.

At this time, the study was already shrouded in the light of swords and shadows, and all the original luxurious decorations were dilapidated.

Only Loy, as if walking in a dance of swords and shadows, walked to Regan.

He sat on the chair that Fenrir had sat on before, raised his foot, stepped on Fenrir's corpse, and looked down at the kneeling Lord Regan.

He repeated the previous question: "I'm really curious, why did you do this?"

At this moment, Regan looked up, his eyes full of bloodshot veins, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Why? Why? Do you have to ask why? Is it important to you?"

Loy pondered slightly and then said, "Actually, it's not that important; the most important thing is to dig you out!"

"However, I'm really curious."

"Your family has served the Lion King for generations, you are extremely capable, and you are deeply trusted by Earl Carl.

As a steward, reaching your current position is already extremely rare, and Earl Carl even conferred a knighthood on you."

"If I remember correctly, you have two sons, one serving in front of the previous eldest young master, who is also a key person to be cultivated.

The other was sent to the Bonaparte Empire to study, and the tuition was paid by Earl Carl."

"In my opinion, you shouldn't betray!"

Regan's face was pale, and his eyes contained guilt and evasion, but in the end, they all turned into a broken jar of venting.

"Why did I betray? You ask me why I betrayed? Of course, it's because I can't see any hope!"

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"Yes, I am deeply trusted by the Earl, and even conferred a knighthood, but that's it!"

"How much I hope to become a real nobleman, I hope to have a hereditary territory, even if it's just a small village!

But Earl Carl refused me!"

"There is only one reason: I am not a knight! Nor do I have military merit!"

"The iron rule of military merit conferring knighthoods cannot be broken, and neither of my two children has much talent for cultivation."

"So, I can only think of another way!

That Fenrir, the people behind Fenrir promised me that as long as I did what they asked, they would give me a hereditary title.

They promised me! They promised me!"

Loy sneered: "But they broke their promise. Until now, you are still a knight!"

"That's because of you, because of you. Without you, I could at least get a fief, I would become a superior person, a real nobleman.

The Durant family will also have a new beginning from my generation."

"Hehehehehehe!"

Loy laughed, his laughter with a bit of playfulness and a bit of disdain: "You fool, they are playing with you. Didn't you feel it at all?"

"You, Vincent Ackerman, and Alan Wells, among the three of you, the other two may be assigned territory.

Only you can't!"

"Why?"

"It's very simple, just four words: military merit conferring knighthoods!

This is not actually an iron rule, and there are times when it is broken.

However, it needs the strong support of a great nobleman and sufficient contributions, upright and aboveboard contributions, to be granted a title!"

Loy looked at Regan as if he were looking at a fool: "But what do you have?"

"All your value is in the Raymond family. When the Lion Castle is destroyed, you will have nothing left."

"This time, Fenrir treats you like a dog. Isn't everything obvious?"

"You, you, you..."

Regan was speechless, but looking at Loy's superior attitude, he had become hysterical.

With a strange smile, he said: "Loy, Loy, I admit that you bastard is very lucky, got the Earl position and the huge Flower Territory.

But so what? So what?"

"You won't live long either. When magic machinery enters the territory, the Raymond family is destined to be destroyed."

"Do you know how powerful the enemy the Raymond family has to face is?

That is a power you can't imagine?"

"You won't be proud for long! If I were you, I would seize the time to enjoy life, because you are going to die too, going to die!"

Loy laughed, he leaned forward and said: "Your so-called enemies are no more than the Carlisle family, the Castro family, the McKinley family?"

"Not enough? If it's not enough, add some great nobles from the Bonaparte Empire!"

"Or, add the Church of the Sun God!"

"Just these, is there anything else?"

At this moment, Regan seemed to be choked, his face flushed red, and he looked at Loy, his words intermittent.

"You, how do you know? You actually know?"

"I know more than you think!"

Loy straightened up again. Inside the study, the battle had already ended.

All the people Fenrir brought were dead, the ground was full of corpses, a group of people died with their eyes open, just like their master.

Oliveira and Anger reappeared behind Loy.

Loy turned his head slightly, looked at Anger, and said: "I'll leave the people to you. Can you ask everything I want to know?"

Anger nodded and said: "Simple!"

"Then we'll leave first. The war is about to begin, and there are still many things outside!"

Saying that, Loy strode away. At some point, the Iron Knight and the Flame Sword Saint also appeared beside him.

And in the original place, Anger picked up Regan and showed a harmless smile: "Lord Regan, you heard what the Earl said, right?"

"So, we'll confess leniently and resist strictly?"

The second update, revised again, will be available in a while!