When Zhou Qingfeng stepped up preparations in Hanfeng City, a tired horse team was also slowly entering the gate of Banshee Castle with heavy steps.

Under the escort of seven or eight family knights and attendants, Marbury, wrapped in a tattered cloak, silently looked at the largest city in the north.

Zhou Qingfeng instigated the riot to sweep the Hanfeng City. With a large number of people, he drove the nobles in the city to escape. Some nobles gathered outside the city and wanted to counterattack, but when they heard the news that the old long leg was defeated and died, they all wailed and lost their ambitions.

Before the final battle, Lao Long Leg arranged for his son to take refuge for a while. Marbury ran to the Wizard Tower for help but was rejected. He could only gather some of the fleeing nobles and headed towards the Banshee Castle in despair.

Not to mention the wind and food along the way, they were constantly attacked by hungry people. The public security in the entire northern region was not good, and Marbury had to obtain some relief in a few larger cities along the way, and at the same time spread the news that the Hanfeng City was seized by the mob.

This is the first time in 50 years that a mob successfully seized the city in the Northland, which caused a shock and anger among the entire aristocratic system. On the way to Marbury, many city lords patted their chests and said that they would definitely help the long-legged family to restore their dying power, and they would never tolerate the untouchables coming to power.

It was just easy to make sure that the breasts were patted, but it was difficult for each family to unite. Marbury failed to borrow a soldier, so now he could only come to Banshee Castle to try his luck. As soon as he entered the city, he went to the residence of the Pheles family.

Standing under the high wall of Pheles's house, Marbury hung his head like a broken dog. The servant helped him off the horse, and his legs were weak and he staggered a few times. After the notice was completed, a butler walked out with his nose raised and asked contemptuously...

"Home from a long-legged family?"

Marbury felt angry when he heard this, but he could only resist the response: "I am Marbury. I have long legs, come to ask for your Excellency Louis Fierce."

The servants of the big family all had a sense of arrogance. The butler held his hands behind his back and signaled Marbury to follow him. The latter left the family knight and servant, walked into the beautiful steeplet mansion of the Pheles family, and parked outside a living room.

The hall door opened, and there were many people sitting inside. Before Marbury could see the environment inside clearly, someone suddenly left the seat and rushed up. He was strangled by the visitor and pushed down, and he was immediately strangled and breathing to death.

The servants rushed up and pulled him, and there were a few angry growls. After Marbury finally breathed again, he saw that the former deputy city lord of Hanfeng City, Lehman, was kicking and scolding him, but the servants were pulled away and unable to get close to him.

Unexpectedly, two powerful people from Hanfeng City entered to meet again at Banshee Castle. The deputy city lord's face changed drastically at this moment, and the originally fat body had lost a lot of weight.

Lehman cursed loudly: "You long-legged people have a brain problem. Your father is stupid like a pig. He actually thought of using outsiders to deal with me. But what are the benefits of killing me? What are the benefits of judging me?

The troubles caused a group of untouchables to take advantage of them, and you were driven out of Hanfeng City and lost everything. Now everyone is finished, and your family is being played with by a group of barbarians from the Black Forest, which is simply a shame for the nobles."

Lehman was just an ordinary man with a noble status, but his two strong servants couldn't hold him back.

Marbury was stunned by this roar, and the depression accumulated in his heart also burst out. He also scolded loudly: "The people in our long-legged family are stupid, aren't you the people in your Lehman family stupid?"

If you hadn't instigated the nobles in the city to fight against my father, how could Victor Hugo look for an opportunity? If you don't sell food and force the untouchables in the city to die, they will naturally jump out of the riot?

If only Victor and Hugo had less than a hundred people, how could he successfully drive us out? All of this is your fault, why blame us for the long-legged family?"

"You Long Legs' family didn't sell food to those untouchables. Your long Legs' family still wanted to resist the rule of the Pheles family. Your father also wanted to gather in the northern cities to suppress the Pheles family. This was all caused by your greed."

The two sides broke up and burst out each other's black material. The scene in the living room was out of control for a while until a cold air surged, making the two who were quarreling tremble.

At the head of the living room, Little Pheles' eyes flashed with ice, and he stared coldly at the two raucous and troubled dogs. Marbury and Lehman finally calmed down, lowering their heads like pitiful people, and tremblingly waiting for their hair to fall.

"It's so sad." Little Phils sat on a chair like an ice sculpture, and he didn't want to look at the two people on the other side. He said in a low voice: "Although he is a hereditary northern noble, he fights and quarrels like a shrew on the street."

There were many people sitting on both sides of the long table in the living room, staring silently at Marbury and Lehman who were making a fool of himself. On the right hand of Little Philes, the legendary wizard Bank coughed halfway, signaling someone diagonally across the street to continue, "Powell, where did you just talk about?"

Zhou Qingfeng's "old friend", former Justice Paladin, is now a member of the "Banshees Knights", and the adopted son of the evil insect descendant "Meng", Little Powell, standing on the side of the round table.

Seeing the topic back on himself, the young man quickly bowed and said, "Everyone, I want to introduce to you the Warren Paladin and the Moltkes. They have all fought with the evil demons of the Black Forest.

The last time he failed to take action against the demon, the Warren Paladin had to go to the south to seek help. This time he returned again, his strength was better than before, and he would definitely play a greater role in the demon's battle."

Warren, who had fought with Zhou Qingfeng, was back again. The Saint Warrior of the God of Justice stood up and nodded slightly to everyone present. Compared with before, he is now more majestic and extraordinary, which makes people impress at a glance.

Everyone here paid tribute to Warren, obviously very satisfied with this helper.

Warren sat down and Powell continued: "This is Lord Robin, from the Principality of Os in the South. This is Lord Martin, the priest of the craftsmen and the God of Forging.

This time they came here to offer a set of extraordinary forging machines, the "Gunde Hammer" that has disappeared from history. This is a set of divine blessing machines, which is a perfect combination of powerful power and exquisite design."

Two people stood up at the long table. They took out a complicated set of design drawings from the metal cylinder they carried and held the little Pheles presented to the first seat in a solemn manner.

The design drawings are spread out and look amazing, high-end and mysterious at first glance. Because the top is either straight lines or interlocking arcs, as well as marks and numbers that no one can understand.

Coupled with the words "disappeared in history" and "Gonde Hammer", it immediately aroused the great curiosity of everyone present. Everyone stretched their necks to try to get a glimpse of the secret, but they couldn't understand it even after reading it.

There are dozens of design drawings, all of which are very detailed. This is very different from the metaphysical patterns you usually see, and it adds a bit more stylish.

Little Philes looked down and nodded heavily, looking at Robin and Martin who presented the drawings with a very approving expression. Powell took the opportunity to say: "This kind of equipment can be used to greatly improve the efficiency and quality of forging.

A set of "Gunde Hammers" is worth a hundred excellent blacksmiths. However, this kind of confidential equipment passed down to the Gunde Church is very expensive. One set requires 1,500 gold coins."

When the number "1,500" was reported, Powell lowered his voice and looked carefully at the face of his lord. He was ready to add a sentence at the end, "This price can actually be negotiated."

But when Little Philes heard that 'a hundred excellent blacksmiths', he immediately made a decision: "I want two sets of such machinery given by the gods."

Wow..., Powell was suddenly overjoyed, thinking that this kind of kickback would get at least 500 gold coins.

Robin and Martin were even more smiling, praising the priest Firs loudly for his eyes and lofty hearts. They could see the great value of this high-end equipment at a glance. They were really intelligent and courageous.

In the end, Powell pointed to the end of the long table again. But before he could speak, a man in black robe sitting at the corner of the table introduced himself in a mute voice, "Only obey Bain. My name is Svich. You, I am the priest of the God of Tyranny."
Chapter completed!