The Game of Demon Hunter

"Of course it's not that simple!" The fat man who was so proud just now sat back on the small bench like a punctured balloon: "The little bastard you saw just now is the second son of an old family and has no inheritance rights , but the qualifications are enough to play a less important role in the noble council."

"He wants the head of the green skin?" The witcher was a little puzzled.

"Compared to those handed down nobles, I am just a casual noble steward, an insignificant person." Antoine said: "In order to keep my current status, I need to pay half of the tax of Antony Grand Port every quarter! Half !"

"And in order to prove that I can protect this city, I have to pay 100 greenskin heads! Every month!" Antoine wailed in a low voice: "This is not difficult for me, the poll tax of the Far South Colony That's it, every lord actually has this responsibility, but no one will really fulfill this responsibility, but for me, there can't be any flaws!"

"You also know that ordinary people are no match for these green skins. In the past, I could collect some heads from the surrounding villages and pioneer camps, even if they paid taxes. But the Black Forest is not safe now, Many people have fled back, and many villages have even completely lost contact." Antoine pointed to the map on the wall, where several red forks marked some disappeared villages.

The fat man had a sad and indignant expression, "This city's shipping profits were huge! But that shameless pirate, Mama, turned against me and attacked my city openly! Before this matter is completely resolved, I can't guarantee the amount of money that I had before." profit."

The most important thing is that my small treasury was burglarized, and now I am a pauper! This sentence echoed in Antoine's heart, but he didn't say it.

"So you usurper, if you can't fulfill every lord's duty conscientiously, that little bastard will replace you as the lord here." The witcher smiled at Antoine, thinking that the fat man was real. bad luck.

"That's right, that's it. I've confessed to you. As long as you agree, we will be on the same front." In terms of doing business, Antoine is indeed a wonderful person, honest and generous.

"My lord! We..." The black-haired girl Yin opened her mouth and wanted to go forward to ask for a living for Yueying Village, but Yang Yuefan covered her mouth and dragged her back.

Under the gaze of the girl with angry eyes, the old Youtiao from the relevant department handed the silver plug to the monk, and then smiled like a fox: "Hello, Mr. Antoine, I Yang Yuefan, from Seris, of course You can also call me Ivan, it may be more in line with your pronunciation habits."

When he said this, Yang Yuefan also performed a complicated aristocratic salute to An Tuo Wan, and the witcher bet that An Tuo Wan himself could not be as standard as Yang Yue Fan in terms of etiquette.

Antoine shook his fat face, looked suspiciously at the Sirisian who spoke suddenly, and then at the witcher.

Xu Yichen said decisively: "He is my adjutant, you can talk to him directly about business matters, he can make the decisions!"

Yang Yuefan looked at the fat man in front of him with a smile, his eyes revealed the light of wisdom.

Antoine instinctively felt that he had met an opponent, rubbed his two fat hands together, and pointed to the table next to him: "This way please?"

When the group finally leaned out from the lord, both Yang Yuefan and the witcher had bright smiles on their expressions.

The girl Yin was dragged out of the hall by Wang Yue and the monk with a confused face. While explaining to her why she was not allowed to speak, they told her that the food crisis in Yueying Village had been resolved.

This ignorant aborigine girl feels that the world of adults is extremely complicated, and these newcomers from the Song Dynasty look so scary, with so many green-skinned heads! If it is silver, it will take a long time to get enough!

Antoine stood in front of the green skin's head, reached out and tapped the shiny green skull, and smiled with satisfaction. For a lord who is good at management, the problems that can be solved with money are not problems!

Fatty plans to hang the biggest iron head in the middle of the hall as his own collection! I'm afraid the Anthony family has never seen such a big green skin, right?

Thinking of the Anthony family, the fat man had a trace of worry on his face, a black shadow gathered on the wall behind him, turned into a mass of people, and then broke away from the wall.

If the witcher hadn't left, he should be able to recognize that this uniform was very similar to that of Colin the Shadow Assassin.

"Is there any clue to what I asked you to investigate?" Antoine has long been used to these guys who come and go without a trace, and he is no longer surprised by the way they show up.

"There is no trace in the city. The last time someone saw the illegitimate daughter of the Anthony family was in a poor area." The person standing behind Antoine, his face hidden in a cloud of fog: "Maybe she Already died in the previous chaos, after all she is just an ordinary person, I need more time to focus on my mission and find that traitor."

The fat on Antoine's face trembled: "I have a hunch that Juliet must still be alive! She must be found, and only when she is dead can I sleep in peace! Go check, those damn moths in the slums have all moved to In that Sirisian territory, the shadows have already let me down once, don't let me think you are a second-rate organization!"

"As you wish, my lord." The people behind Antoine were like frost in the sun, melting into the shadow reflected by the wall.

As the figure dissipated, the young attendant sent by the noble council pushed open the door, and before anyone came in, the proud rooster-like voice sounded: "My lord, it's time for you to study etiquette. Before the paperwork comes down, you still need to accept two hours a day..."

Then, a woman's scream sounded in the reception room where the lord bowed, and the guards outside looked at each other and laughed.

Of course, they couldn't laugh afterwards, because there were more than a hundred green-skinned heads that needed to be moved and processed. That night, the door of the lord's bow was stinking from the air.

And the group of demon hunters who walked out of the lord's bow were heading to the dock area.

"So, you know Master Tang Sanzang?" Xu Yichen looked at several players in the loess area.

Including Yang Yuefan, they all showed awkward but polite smiles: "Yes, Master Sanzang is a celebrity in the village."

PS: Although no one has said that these recent chapters are boring, I can tell from the few words in this chapter~ Wahaha, Lao Mo has caught a cold these days, and his writing may be a bit dry, but these recent chapters mainly focus on What I get is the role of linking the past and the future, paving the way for the following, and leading to a new plot. It is mainly because of the author's obsessive-compulsive disorder, showing everyone how a real little man climbed to the position of a lord step by step, and has a good fortune among extraordinary people.

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