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There was a sudden silence in the field. Everyone looked at Woodrow and the guards with knives. There was gradually a trace of fear in their eyes. All the stones in their hands fell to the ground with a thud. grid.

Walker was killed by him, and he avenged everyone. Now, is it possible to keep everyone from being imprisoned in Basti Prison? There was a glimmer of hope in everyone's eyes, but more despair.

No matter how powerful he is, it is absolutely impossible for him to be the opponent of so many guards. It is difficult to protect himself, let alone rescue them.

"What should I do? What should I do now, Amy and the others are in trouble because of us..." Rebecca looked at this scene, anxious like ants on a hot pot,

"Father, is he also a bad guy? He is wearing the clothes of the Lord's Mansion, so is he also a bad guy?" Amy looked at Woodrow secretly through the gap between McGonagall's fingers, and asked a little puzzled.

"Yes, this is a villain in a good man's skin, worse than ordinary villains." Mag picked up Amy from the back seat, hugged her in his arms, and looked at the people who came to him with knives Guards, I didn't expect to encounter such a thing in the city of chaos. It seems that the road to equality and harmony between Gray Temple and the City Lord's Mansion is still long.

There are many first-class knights among these guards. Although their strength is a little less than that of Valk, they are numerous in number, and they are also under the command of the city lord, so their status is somewhat special.

Of course, in order to save his life, Mag will not be so rigid that he will be caught just because the opponent is wearing the clothes of the City Lord's Mansion, but if you want to get away easily in this situation, letting Amy take action is the easiest way.

He had taken some risks before, and although only Walker heard what he said, it is still not good to show too much strength after all.

"There is no king in the city of chaos, only rules and order, Woodrow, are you afraid that you have forgotten your identity?" At this moment, a somewhat heavy voice sounded from not far away.

"Who?" Woodrow was slightly startled, and turned around to look. The guards parted to make way for a path. Bradley had a sullen face, leading a dozen people from the Ducha Division and Inspection Division of the Gray Temple. Come this way.

"Lord Bradley!" Woodrow's complexion changed, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but his expression quickly regained his composure, and he hurried forward and said with grief: "So it's Lord Bradley, why don't you Come on, an extremely vicious riot just happened here. That mob brutally killed my nephew and his guards. The means were extremely cruel. This is my nephew who I regard as my own son. Complete, I was momentarily overwhelmed by grief and said what I shouldn't have said, but today I must avenge my nephew and those dead guard brothers, and I can't let them chill. This guy, and these mobs, None of them can let them escape!"

The miner's family looked at Bradley, their eyes lit up, and after hearing Woodrow's words, they gradually became angry again. It seems that this person is just the same as Woodrow.

Looking at the bloody corpses and the almost dismembered corpse, Bradley's face became extremely solemn. In broad daylight, such a vile murder happened.

What surprised him even more was that the blood-stained people standing scattered around were all women, children and old people, all skinny, with blood-stained stones under their feet, their angry eyes seemed to want to rush forward To tear them apart, what kind of thing can make these powerless people so angry, even killing people in the street?

Everyone in the Gray Temple also showed surprise. They didn't expect to find nothing when they came to check the magic fire incident today, but they encountered such a thing. It is much more serious than the fire incident, and it also involves so many people, isn't it? General events.

"My lord, a total of six people died, including a second-level knight, a third-level incident!" A member of the Gray Temple quickly stepped forward to check and report.

Bradley nodded, and was about to see what kind of vicious gangster it was to commit such a case.

"Grandpa Balabala, are you here to catch the bad guys? They are all big bad guys, hurry up and catch them!" Just then, a soft voice sounded.

Bradley was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, looked at Mag surrounded by guards and Amy in his arms, and said in surprise, "Boss Mai, little boss, why are you here?"

"Lord Bradley, do you know them?" Woodrow suddenly felt an ominous premonition, swallowed, and asked tentatively.

"Does Amy's father know this lord?" Rebecca's face was full of surprise, and her mood today can be described in thousands of twists and turns.

The eyes of the family members of the miner also raised a little hope again, because of this person, things might develop differently.

"Unfortunately, we may be the thugs who took the lead in riots and murders in his mouth. Of course, I don't agree with this identity, and there is nothing wrong with wanting to commit crimes." Mag looked at Brandley and shrugged. Grandpa Barabara is Amy gave Bradley the nickname because his name sounded a bit like this, and McGonagall couldn't help laughing every time he heard this nickname.

"We are innocent." Amy also spread her hands helplessly and shrugged her small shoulders.

Bradley looked at the dismembered corpses on the ground, and then at the neatly dressed, blood-stained little Amy in his arms, who even had clean soles of her shoes. It was impossible to link them with the murderer.

Of course, what Bradley believed more was McGonagall's character and identity. He was the owner of a restaurant that was overcrowded every day, and his four-year-old daughter was already a third-level magician, and he even worshiped two great magicians. The father of the apprentice, a hero who helped kill the murderer who subdued the fourth-level incident, a man who dared to face the vicious werewolf with a kitchen knife in order to protect the safety of the guests, it is absolutely impossible to kill people in the street for no reason and make corpses like this The insane thing happened, and it was still in front of my daughter.

"He is the owner of a restaurant in Aden Square, Woodrow, what's going on?" Bradley asked with a serious expression on Woodrow's face.

Although it is impossible to subjectively assume that the McGonagall father and daughter are innocent, their identities are very special. I heard that the meeting between the two races will be held at the Mami restaurant tonight. This matter must be handled properly. If the fault is not on them , that must not affect the progress of the talks between the two sides.

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