Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Just as Fang Zheng was about to continue, a soldier hurried in from outside, quickly approaching Ishb and whispering something in his ear.

Ishb's expression changed slightly as he looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Lord Fang, I think you've forgotten that someone hasn't arrived yet."

Fang Zheng looked around twice and asked, "Is the General referring to the Second Prince?"

"That's right. Wasn't the invitation jointly issued by you and the Second Prince? Where is the Second Prince now?" Ishb asked.

The surrounding people all heard the displeasure in his tone, and their gazes focused on Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng remained calm and unhurried: "This... Forget it! I originally wanted to keep it a secret, but since the General asked, I might as well be frank."

"The Second Prince has recently gained some insights into training soldiers, so when he learned that I was going to celebrate this harvest festival, he took the initiative to request a public demonstration of his troops, inviting the General and everyone to inspect them. Today, he brought dozens of carefully selected soldiers and is waiting outside the General's mansion. He will come in later."

Ishb nodded slightly and smiled, "I see. Then please begin, Lord Fang."

He had just received news that the Second Prince had stationed dozens of soldiers outside the General's mansion, and he wondered if something was up.

However, now that Fang Zheng had openly stated it, there were no more doubts.

After all, what trouble could a few dozen people cause?

Seeing that everyone had no more doubts, Fang Zheng walked to the table, poured a glass of wine, and holding it up, said, "This harvest festival is the most important festival in my hometown. As the name suggests, it is held to celebrate the abundant harvest of grain. On this day, the elders of the family will grind the previously stored wheat into flour and scatter it in large quantities inside the house to pray for another new harvest in the coming year."

"In a moment, when the flour is scattered, the doors and windows must be closed to prevent the grain from flying outside, otherwise it will be unlucky. Everyone may feel a little uncomfortable in the short term. I have ordered people to prepare robes and handkerchiefs in advance. When it starts, everyone can cover their coats and mouths and noses. After the flour is scattered, there will be a wonderful magic trick to ensure that everyone is refreshed."

"In addition, this time can also be regarded as the last time I, as a subject of Great Jing, celebrate this festival. Starting tomorrow, I, Fang Zheng, will be a subject of Great Jin. Everyone here is my senior, and I hope to work together with you seniors in the future to create a prosperous future!"

After saying that, Fang Zheng drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Everyone present also gave him a lot of face, picked up their wine glasses, and drank a cup as well.

After the prepared robes and handkerchiefs were distributed one by one, everyone put them on. Fang Zheng strode to the door and waved vigorously at the guards waiting outside with bags of flour.

The guards walked into the house with the flour and opened the bags.

"Everyone, cover your mouths and noses. This flour-scattering process will be over soon, so please be patient. Let's begin!"

Upon Fang Zheng's order, the guards, who had been instructed countless times in advance, immediately plunged their hands into the flour bags, scooped out a handful of flour, and threw it into the air.

Handfuls of flour were constantly being scattered into the air, and soon the air was filled with dust.

Many people frowned and covered their mouths and noses.

Although this thing was quite novel, it was a bit uncomfortable, with flour everywhere.

Fang Zheng also covered his mouth and carefully observed.

Now the flour was flying everywhere, almost filling the room like a thick fog that couldn't be dispersed.

Almost there. Although it was the first time playing with a dust explosion, the concentration should be high enough!

Even ordinary workshops don't have this much dust.

"Lord Fang, when will this flour scattering end? When will the magic trick be performed?"

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask.

Covering their mouths like this, with flour flying everywhere in a hazy fog, they were gradually becoming uncomfortable.

"Soon! It will end soon. I'll go call others to continue the next step of the ceremony. It will be over when I come back, everyone, please wait a moment!"

"You guys continue scattering, don't stop!"

After saying that, Fang Zheng pushed open the door and ran out of the house.

At this moment, there were still several guards accompanying Zhang Biao and Zhou Tie in the outer courtyard, but unexpectedly, Ali Bai was also with them.

Fang Zheng quickly walked up and said to the guards, "Torches, light the torches! Enter the house now and draw circles in the room with the torches, as I asked you to do before!"

The guards took out the prepared torches and lit them with fire starters.

Ali Bai looked at Fang Zheng and smiled, "What's all this on you?"

Fang Zheng didn't speak, staring intently as the guards lit the torches and walked into the house.

This was a risky move, and he wasn't sure if it would succeed, but it was the only thing he could do now.

Believe in science!

A hand rested on Ali Bai's shoulder, and then Fang Zheng's voice came to his ear, "Disciple, take a good look at that room. Look carefully, I guarantee this scene will be unforgettable for you."

"From now on, you are the king of Pantay City!"

The king of Pantay City? What does Master mean by this?

Ali Bai smacked his lips inwardly and chuckled dryly, "Master, I don't understand what you're saying..."

"Boom!!!" A sudden loud noise suddenly resounded throughout the General's mansion.

Ali Bai's eyes instantly became dull, his legs trembled, and he collapsed to the ground, his spirit as if scattered.

His mind was blank... he could no longer hear any other sounds.

Just now, he saw that as soon as the guards holding the torches entered the house, such a shocking change occurred.

With a loud bang, the windows and doors were blown out, and flames spewed from the windows.

Countless fragments were thrown into the sky.

There wasn't even a scream from inside. If there were no accidents, they should all have returned to the West.

Fang Zheng was also amazed.

He had only seen this thing on the internet, but he didn't expect such a small amount of flour to have such power.

But now the situation was stable, and it was up to Ali Bai to perform next.

Although Zhang Biao and Zhou Tie were also startled by the explosion, they put their hands on their waists in the next second, ready to control Ali Bai at any time.

After sitting on the ground for a long time, Ali Bai opened his mouth, his face still filled with shock: "What... what exactly is going on?"

Fang Zheng came back to his senses and looked at him, "I told you, Master, that from today onwards, you are the king of Pantay City. No one will ever look down on you again, and you can do whatever you want. Now what you need to do is lead troops to control everyone within the General's mansion and prevent them from leaving."

"Fang Zheng, did you kill them all?!" Ali Bai, who had reacted, was already furious, and at this moment, Fang Zheng suddenly became so strange in his eyes.

Fang Zheng said indifferently: "Master has been working hard to help you achieve your goals. As for what methods are used, it doesn't matter, as long as the goal can be achieved."

"Now, the people in the city who can influence you and have power and influence are all dead. Taking advantage of this time, you should first control the General's mansion, search out all the gold, silver, and treasures in the mansion, and immediately rush to the military camp to gather all the soldiers under your command."

"The invitation was jointly issued in your name and mine. You have no way out. Don't think too much, just listen to Master's arrangements..."

"Don't say any more, you just want to use me!" Ali Bai gritted his teeth in hatred, and then roared in despair: "How many people have you killed?"

Fang Zheng chuckled and leaned down to Ali Bai's ear.

"Do you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten?"

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