"You are Davis, that broken municipality?"

"Who are you! Wei...wei..."

Davis was pressed against the cold wall. He wanted to call for guards, but the man in front of him suddenly pressed his mouth and could not make any sound. The man in front of him looked like robbers, but they were indeed robbers. They were the Noska plunderers. The one in the lead was the "mercenary" who was following Rhodes during the day.

Celta wore a sharp axe on his waist, a striped tattoo on his face, and his arms were thicker than the thighs of the city councillor Davis. Several North Carolina predators sneaked into the city councillor's residence at night, blocking him in the corner like a chicken.

"Who are we? Don't you know us? Little devil."

Celta said in a low voice. The shining dagger pressed against the soft place under Davis' crotch. The municipal magistrate shivered under a group of terrifying raiders. He was afraid that as long as the robber was a little crazy, he would not be a man in his life.

"What do you want? Gold? Girl? I can give you whatever you want."

Davis said in a trembling voice. He was in the study, and usually, no one could come in without his orders. Now, he hoped that a fool could break in in a daze, so that he could shout and the guards of the mansion could discover danger. However, this was impossible. If these people dared to break into this, they had figured out everything here.

"coward."

Davis' inquiry received no answer. On the contrary, several strong men made disdainful laughter. They looked at the panicked imperial officials with satisfaction, as if they were entertainment.

"We don't want anything. We just want the bug under your crotch. You can take it back to feed the wolf. My wolf is hungry."

The leading Noska Raiders smiled and pushed the dagger one step closer.

"Ah... no... no... a thousand gold crown! Oh, no, two thousand! Please don't do it!"

The sharp dagger was pressed against Davis's skin. He could feel the coldness under his crotch, and almost begged the men to show mercy in a crying voice.

"Hmph, gold. Sure enough, a weak bug sleeps on the pile of gold left by my ancestors for you."

Celta laughed again. As he said, he held Davis' neck with one hand, like he grabbed a tender goose.

"You remember it for me. If you make things difficult for Lord Rhodes in the future, I promise that you will never be a man in this life and will never touch a woman again."

Celta threatened. He put down his harsh words and then threw away the city magistrate in his hand. Davis slipped down from the corner of the wall in horror and sat on the ground. Watching several Norscans swaying through the door of their room, he finally knew what was going on at night.

After more than ten minutes after these "savages" left, he shouted heart-wrenchingly - "Guards! Damn Guards, come all the guards!"

"Sir? Are you?..."

The butler rushed in first and asked his little master in horror what had happened.

Bang...

What awaited him was a loud slap.

"Damn it! Are you guys eating shit? More than twenty people let a group of robbers sneak in under their noses and slip out without any notice? What's the use of raising you bunch of waste? It's better to raise a dog!"

He cursed and was angry. All his aggrievances just now were vented on these personal servants. The housekeeper was even beaten.

They were punched and kicked by their master before they could figure out what was going on.

"Rod! Tell me where that Rod Lawn is! I'm going to kill him!"

Davis shouted angrily. His angry shouts echoed in the entire mansion, and even the maids in the kitchen trembled when they heard this. They had never seen their masters get so angry. Usually, they would be scolded if they were a little dissatisfied, but what exactly made the city magistrate so manic today?

"Rod? Well... Sir, who is Rod?"

Since Davis met many people every day, people who came to him to talk about things had to queue up every day, and the housekeeper couldn't remember who Rhode was in his mouth.

"It's that Kisliv, that wild man from the north!"

Davis yelled. He gritted his teeth and the veins stormed. No one had ever dared to threaten him like this. He was the nephew of Governor Oster, and the Lord of Wolfenburg was his grandfather. He was born noble, but today he was threatened with a knife. This was unimaginable and a great shame for him.

"Oh, you are talking about the lord of Black Hammer Castle, are you?"

The butler answered tremblingly.

"Bad lord! Tell me, where is he now? Take someone to tie him up immediately!"

Davis yelled. His roar could be heard throughout the villa.

"Sir, he...he has left..."

The housekeeper whispered.

"Go? Where to go?"

"I left the city this afternoon, and I don't know where I went..."

"Impossible! His man hasn't left yet, how did he leave?"

"I don't know this..."

The butler's answer was so small that he could not even hear it himself.

"Waste! A bunch of waste!"

Davis continued to yell in anger.

"Just just now, several savages broke into my room, didn't you see my house? Hurry up, take people to the street to search and catch them!"

"Sir, what kind of savage is it?"

"Noska, Noska savages. Come quickly, go now! I want them to die! Die before me."

Davis ordered to arrive.

...

"Ale, honey, whiskey, brandy native to Batonia, Oh, thanks to my king, the King of White Bear, this journey has been rewarded!"

On the dark sea, the flying Giant was like a firefly, blooming faintly under the night sky. The twenty-seven Norskas accompanied him were caring on the deck, praising their great king and the great new lord. Rhodes opened the lid and had fun with them. They only had dozens of barrels of wine. Compared with the harvest of this trip to the empire, it was a witch. The goods of a whole ship were sold out and earned a thousand gold crown, which was equivalent to the income of Black Hammer Castle for half a year. Rhodes didn't care to take out such a little to share with his subordinates.

Several Norska predators cheered, praising the generosity of their new leader, and the atmosphere reached its climax.

"Brothers, pause for a moment and let me say a few words."

Rhodes stood up from the deck and stood among a group of Noskas. The laughter on the field gradually became less and less. The leader had to listen, and listen carefully. This was the tradition of the Noska predators.

"Brothers, starting today, don't call me the White Bear King anymore. I'm not the White Bear, so..."

The hearty laughter of the Noska people came around. Rhode made a quiet gesture, and the man immediately shut up and listened quietly.

"So, I am not the King of the White Bear, either called my Lord or the Lord of the Black Hammer Castle. From today on, you are a member of the Black Hammer Castle, doing things under my hands, following my commands, and coming to cheer for your Lord."

Rhode said loudly. The Norskas did not refuse. They picked up the wine pots in their hands and kept stuffed. They did not say much about swearing loyalty, but everyone knew that this was a tradition, and the strong could rule everything. No matter who the person standing in front of them was, he was their king, but he had just changed his name.

"By the way, Celta, Nurba, where are they? Why didn't you see them?"

After drinking the hot wine, Rhodes glanced around, but suddenly found that there were a few people missing on the boat, Celta. He remembered that this guy was following before he left, but why is he missing now?

"Celta! Damn it, where is the man?"

Rhode shouted again, but no one answered.
Chapter completed!