The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

Aslan looked at Garros with interest. In his previous life, he didn't know Garros, he only knew that he was an insatiable greedy guy who was always recruiting troops, but unfortunately he offended Marquis Medea.

The reason why she hasn't died yet is because of Marquis Medea, because she didn't want to waste time in front of a little scoundrel like Garros because of the critical moment of research on a certain magic item.

As long as the research on that thing is over, Marquis Medea will definitely settle accounts in the autumn.

"You look too high on yourself. The teacher has been very busy recently, and there is a very critical research. I can't get away 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 pulled out the great sword in his hand.

"Boy, you have the seeds! Even if your senior brother came over, you wouldn't dare to talk to me like that."

Garros's hand holding the sword was tight, and he was burning with anger, but the reason in his heart told him that he must not touch the person in front of him.

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

Aslan opened his mouth slightly, and said word by word, "I said that you take yourself too much as a gadget, and continue to play if you want to find death."

Garros almost exploded with anger, which was an insult from Chi Guoguo.

"You **** me off."

Arthur and Lancelot quickly stood in front of Aslan. If they fought later, they would fight with their lives to give Aslan a chance to escape.

"Hehe, you dare to touch me! You have to think clearly, the teacher is very busy now, so I don't want to escalate the incident, but if you touch me, the incident will be exactly the same. For the honor of the nobles and the reputation of the magister, she I will definitely do it myself, can your broken fortress stop the magician's magic? I'm looking forward to it."

Aslan's expression did not change, and he still had the same flat look. There was a sense of excitement that he was the villain's big boss.

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

Arthur's face was tense, and the shield in his left hand had been firmly guarded in front of Aslan, ready to deal with Garros' explosive attack at any time.

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

After Aslan finished speaking, he deliberately glanced at the direction he came from.

Garros froze instantly, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly retreated to hide behind the crowd.

He once saw a magician who was hundreds of meters away, and a Frost Arrow attacked a swordsman, and the swordsman was instantly killed without a chance to respond.

Aslan laughed very loudly.

"Eight percent of the income, this is my bottom line, think about it carefully, tomorrow I will lead the army and a dozen magicians to come here, I hope you will cooperate with me at that time, if it can't satisfy me, then I can only As for the city of Cox, I believe he will not fight Billy City for a dead man, and most of the time, he will return the fortress to them."

Garros' face was ashen, 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 press it a bit." Aslan said of course.

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

Aslan looked at Garros with a look of caring for the mentally retarded.

"They only have administrative power, but they don't have military power and restrictions beyond Billy City. You still expect them to help you. Apart from selling you some information, what can they do? When you leave Billy City, that's what I say. It doesn't matter if you can withstand my attack, have you ever fought against the magic army in Billy City?"

Aslan's words were as uncomfortable as a knife stabbing in his chest. The smooth wind and water over the years made him a little swollen, and it was only after Aslan's words that he suddenly woke up.

Dreams are beautiful, reality is cruel.

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

No matter which side makes a small move, everything he has accumulated over the years can be flattened.

The strength of the Garros Bandit Group is indeed very strong in front of a family or a single force. But in front of a main city, it is insignificant.

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

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

Cox City disagreed, and neither would the one from the City Lord's Mansion of Billy City. If he annoyed both parties, his fate would not be much better than what Aslan said.

The corners of Aslan's mouth rose slightly, and he patted Arthur's shoulder, signaling him to move away.

Looking at Garros' gloomy face, Aslan said solemnly: "Actually, I want to talk to the person behind you about this matter, because your identity is not enough."

As soon as these words came out, Garros' expression changed suddenly, but he did not escape Aslan's eyes.

Garros tried to hide his strangeness by laughing.

"The person behind me? Even if you are a disciple of Marquis Medea, it is impossible to meet the governor of the province. Your identity is not enough?"

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

Garros restrained the smile on his face, his right hand quietly held the heavy sword stuck on the ground, and said lightly: "Of course I am not a robber, I am the one who was arranged here by the governor of the province, this is an ordinary person. I don’t know, as a direct disciple of Marquis Medea, don’t you know?”

Aslan looked directly into Garros' eyes and said solemnly, "You are rebels! Remnants of the rebels on the Goerland Plateau!"

As soon as these words came out, not only Garros, but also the complexions of the robbers present suddenly changed, and they subconsciously posed a battle formation.

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

This kind of fighting instinct can only be formed after having experienced the test of life and death on the battlefield.

The heavy sword in Garros' hand was raised directly, and he was about to slash towards Aslan immediately.

But before his epee was cut out, Aslan's Mage's hand was faster, and he didn't even sing.

A big transparent hand came to Garros in an instant.

Although he couldn't see it, Garros instinctively raised his epee to block.

Bang!

The epee and the mage's hand collided, and a harsh metal collision sound erupted.

The power of the Mage's Hand is entirely dependent on the Mage's spiritual power and control over the elements.