The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

"Your Excellency is here specifically, don't you want to say something before leaving?" Garros said coldly, unconsciously touching the two-handed sword behind him with his right hand.

Aslan looked at Garros with interest. In his previous life, he didn't know about Garros. He only knew that this was an insatiable fellow who had been recruiting soldiers, but he had offended the Marquis of Medea.

The reason why she hasn't died so far is because the Marquis of Medea, because the research on a certain magic item has reached a critical moment, she is unwilling to waste time in front of a young man like Garros, and this is what happened today.

As long as the research on that thing is over, the Marquis of Medea will definitely settle accounts after the fall.

"You look too high on yourself, the teacher is very busy recently, there is a very crucial research, and I can't get out of it for the time being. When her research is finished, it's time to settle the old accounts." Aslan said mockingly.

Hearing Aslan's outspoken contempt, Garros suddenly drew out the big sword in his hand.

"Boy, you have a kind! Even if your brother comes over, you don't dare to talk to me like this."

Garros held the sword tightly in his hand, and he was furious, but the reason in his heart told him that he should never move the person in front of him.

"Then I'll say it again, you can hear it clearly."

Aslan opened his mouth slightly, and said word by word: "I said you think of yourself too much. If you want to die, keep on playing."

Garros almost exploded, this was an insult from Chi Guoguo.

"You angered me."

Arthur and Lancelot quickly stood in front of Aslan. If they waited to fight, they would fight for their lives and fight for Aslan's chance of escape.

"Hehe, dare you to move me! You have to think carefully, the teacher is very busy now, so I don’t want to escalate the incident, but if you move me, the incident will be exactly the same, for the face of the nobleman, for the reputation of the magister, she I will definitely do it myself, can your broken fortress block the magic of the Magister? I am looking forward to it."

Aslan's face remained the same, still looking flat, with a sense of excitement that he was the big villain boss.

Garros walked towards Aslan step by step, dragging his big sword to the ground, pulling out a long ravine.

Arthur's tense face, the shield in his left hand was firmly guarded in front of Aslan, ready to respond to Garros's explosive attack.

"Oh, do you want to do it to me? I am looking forward to it. The distance here should be almost the same."

After Aslan finished speaking, he deliberately looked down at the direction.

Garros shrank for an instant, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he quickly backed away, hiding behind the crowd.

He once saw a magician who was hundreds of meters away, an ice archery attacked a swordsman, and that swordsman was killed in seconds when he had no response.

Aslan laughed very loudly.

"Eight percent of the income. This is my bottom line. Think about it. Tomorrow I will lead the army and a dozen magicians. I hope you will cooperate with me at that time. If I can't satisfy me, then I can only Attacked. As for the city of Cox, I believe he will not go to war with Billy City for a dead person, and he will return the fortress to them when most of the time."

Garros's face was pale, and he shouted angrily: "Isn't it ten percent?"

"That's the bottom line, but in order to increase my weight in the teacher's mind, I naturally have to put a little pressure on it." Aslan said naturally.

"Oh! You don't really have to believe my senior brothers and sisters!"

Aslan looked at Garros with a caring and mentally retarded expression.

"They only have administrative power, but they have no military power and the right to restrict beyond Billy City. You still expect them to help you. Besides selling you some intelligence, what can they do? Out of Billy City, that’s what I said. It doesn't matter if you can withstand my attack. Have you ever fought the Magic Legion in Billy City?"

Aslan's words were as uncomfortable as a knife pierced in his chest. The smooth wind over the years made him a little swell, and it was only in Aslan's words that he suddenly awakened.

Dreams are beautiful, reality is cruel.

Garros only remembered that he was just a buffer zone between the two giants of Billy City and Cox City.

No matter which side moves slightly, he can smooth everything he has accumulated over the years.

The strength of the Garros bandit group is indeed very strong in front of the family or a single force. But in front of a major city, it was insignificant.

"If I promise you, will your senior sister let me go?" Garros gritted his teeth.

He wanted to compromise, but the current situation did not allow it.

Cox City disagreed, and the one from Billy City’s City Lord’s Mansion would not agree. If both parties were annoyed, his fate would not be much better than Aslan said.

The corner of Aslan's mouth rose slightly, patted Arthur on the shoulder, and motioned for him to move away.

Seeing Garros's gloomy face, Aslan said solemnly: "Actually, I want to talk to the people behind you about this matter, because you are not enough."

As soon as he said this, Garros' expression suddenly changed, but he did not escape Aslan's eyes.

Garros tried to hide his strangeness with a big laugh.

"The person behind me? Even if you are a disciple of the Marquis of Medea, it is impossible to see the Governor of the Province. You are not enough?"

Faced with Garros' ridicule, Aslan was unmoved, and said slowly: "Garros! You don't have to hide it, I naturally have my intelligence channels, you are not a nominal robber."

Garros suppressed the smile on his face, silently holding the epee inserted in the ground with his right hand, and said lightly: "Of course I am not a robber, but I am the person arranged by the governor of the province. This is an ordinary person. I don’t know, don’t you know that as a personal disciple of the Marquis of Medea?"

Aslan looked directly into Garros' eyes, and said solemnly: "You are the rebels! The remnants of the rebels on the Gorland Plateau!"

As soon as he said this, not only Garros, but also the expressions of the bandits present suddenly changed, and they subconsciously set up a battle formation.

With this simple instinctive reaction, Aslan can basically be sure that they are the rebels of the Gorland Plateau.

Only through the test of life and death on the battlefield can this kind of fighting instinct be formed.

The epee in Garros's hand was even more directly raised, and it was about to be slashed towards Aslan immediately.

But before his epee was cut out, Aslan's mage hand was faster, and there was no singing.

A big transparent hand arrived in front of Garros in an instant.

Although he couldn't see it, Garros still instinctively held the epee horizontally to block.

Bang!

The collision of the epee with the hand of the wizard erupted with a harsh metal collision.

The power of the hand of the wizard completely depends on the spiritual power of the wizard and the control of the elements.