Looking at Downton's resolute eyes, Saint Lily knew that this battle was inevitable, so she chased after him, and at the same time spread bishop-level magic on him to heal his injuries as soon as possible.
A group of knights immediately chased after them to protect their holy lady.
"What's going on?"
The onlookers were puzzled. Seeing Downton's angry and hurried appearance, he was probably going to bulldoze another important Brotherhood stronghold.
Many people followed him. Since he had nothing to do, he might as well join in the fun and measure the real strength of this kid.
As they were running along, someone noticed something was wrong and looked at Vidocq repeatedly. Finally, a guy with a rough mind spoke up.
"Hey, are you going to Napoleon's house?"
As a wealthy family, their addresses are all in the best areas in the royal city, so it is easy to confirm.
"This is a huge scandal!"
The onlookers whispered that some nobles had some contact with the Brotherhood in private and were doing ulterior business. This was all tacitly known. Even if everyone knew about it, no one would say it, unless they were mortal enemies. After all,
No one can guarantee that they are not in someone else's hands.
But Downton is different. This guy is just a fool, otherwise he wouldn't have declared war on the Brotherhood and caused a storm in the city.
When Downton stood in front of Villiers Street, these people all showed such expressions, and they also discovered that Victor was already livid.
"What are you going to do?"
A group of mercenaries blocked Downton's way. The Napoleon family's mansion was located on this street. Naturally, the security was tight. Not to mention Downton, an outsider, even if the security team came, they would have to dismount and walk. This is the power of the people.
strength.
Fortunately, Downton was accompanied by the famous Holy Lily. Otherwise, the mercenary captain would have driven Downton away with curses.
"As expected of a wealthy family, they actually raise private soldiers in the royal city. His Majesty the King is really easy to talk to!"
Downton snorted coldly.
The Western Continent is a semi-feudal and semi-slavery system. Some powerful lords own fiefs and a certain number of legal private soldiers. However, in the royal city, except for the necessary guards to protect the residence, the recruitment of other armed forces is not allowed at all. This is for the safety of the royal family.
The Napoleon family was obviously over-staffed, because the entire block was filled with armed men under the pretext of being mercenaries.
Saint Lily rolled her eyes. The private soldiers of the Bourbon and Guise families were just as good as each other. As for the secret strength, they were more powerful. After all, there was Queen Liv with a bloody title, and no one was protecting her. Who could sleep peacefully?
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"We are just a group of mercenaries!"
The group leader was stunned. He had no choice. He didn't even need to give his name before, because no one dared to break in here, so he didn't react for a while and retorted with a clumsy tongue.
"Then get out of here, don't delay my journey!"
Downton cursed.
"It's late at night, you're running wild and disturbing the neighbors' rest, we have the right to stop you!"
The deputy leader has a quick mind and refutes Downton.
"You are blind, this Duke is a war bear!"
Downton roars.
Poof!
Saint Lily covered her red lips and couldn't help laughing.
The mercenaries did not dare to laugh. They were experienced in fighting and felt a strong killing intent from Downton, so many of them drew their weapons and treated him sternly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just when Downton was about to find an excuse to charge into the battle, heavy and neat footsteps sounded, and a group of burly abominations trotted out from the street corner. The dim light of the magic stone street lamp shone on them, making the traces of the sutures even more
The horror and weirdness.
The mercenaries gasped.
"stand at attention!"
Following Quasimodo's roar, there was a snap and a stomp that made the floor tremble.
All haters salute.
"The enemy has been eliminated, the undead regiment has returned!"
Quasimodo reports.
"I'll give you one more chance, go back and sleep!"
Downton tightened his grip on the riding crop.
"Everyone go home!"
Saint Lily spoke. She wanted these mercenaries to leave, but no one moved. They were private soldiers of the Napoleon family. Once they left, officers with more than ten officers would be executed, while ordinary mercenaries would be sold to remote areas.
Be a slave.
"What do you mean by holding weapons and intercepting a duke?" Downton's expression changed and he roared at the leader, "Are you going to rebel?"
"No, we don't!"
The leader argued.
"Move forward, anyone who dares to block will be killed without mercy!"
Even Saint Lily can't make these guys retreat, so Downton won't be polite either.
"For the glory of my Lord!"
The abominations shouted, formed a battle formation, and began to advance steadily.
The mercenaries in the front line instinctively retreated. They were not stupid. Attacking now would be like using a mantis as a chariot, so they were waiting for the order from the regiment leader.
The leader hesitated, but in just a few breaths, the abominations rushed over, swinging their big fists and knocking over the mercenaries in the front row.
Someone was about to fight back, but Quasimodo grabbed him and threw him to the ground, causing him to faint.
"Those who resist, die!"
Downton's eyes widened and his dark gaze was activated. The mercenaries did not dare to make any more mistakes and retreated to both sides of the street.
"Vermaelen, get out and die!"
Upon arriving at the mansion, Downton immediately roared, his voice floating under the night sky and spreading throughout the neighborhood.
"Downton, why are you crazy?" Victor couldn't stand it anymore and fell in front of the door.
"Vermaelen must die today!"
Downton refused to give in.
"Who do you think you are? Opening your mouth to kill our generalissimo." Victor leaned forward like an angry lion, "Do you really think the Napoleon family is afraid of you?"
"Colluding with the Brotherhood and destroying lives is enough for Vermaelen to die a thousand times."
Downton competes with each other.
"Do you have evidence?" Victor scolded, "Be careful, I will sue you for defamation and insult the honor of a wealthy family. You can't afford the price!"
"A wealthy family? You have already disgraced your ancestors."
Downton said bluntly, "You don't think that I killed Oakley without any proof, do you? That Count Rotan also knows a lot!"
"If this is really the case, I will clean up the door without you having to do anything!"
Victor had a righteous expression on his face. In fact, he was feeling guilty and angry inside. He had already told Victor to restrain himself, but he refused to listen, and now he was in big trouble.
"no!"
Downton refused without even thinking.
"Downton, don't touch your nose or face!"
Victor was angry.
"Who knows if there is another mastermind behind Vermaelen? I will take him back to the Holy See and torture him personally!"
Downton suddenly discovered that this Templar identity was really not very useful.
"Your Highness, is this what you mean?"
Victor turned to Holy Lily.
"Such a tragic incident happened in Paris, and the citizens must be given an explanation!"
Saint Lily put on a sad expression, "It is reasonable to ask Marquis Vermaelen to assist in the investigation. If he is wrongly accused, we will definitely clear his name."
"A couple of dogs and men!"
Victor cursed in his heart. Staring at Saint Lily's beautiful appearance, he couldn't understand why she, who had always been indifferent to men, would be so friendly to Downton. You know, even Heinrich and the First Rising Star didn't receive such treatment.
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"My Di Polo, Downton's attitude is so domineering, it's different with Princess Sissi's support!"
A person's sour sarcasm.
"Come on, before I met Sissi, the Hohenzollern family, the Dupont family, and even the Tiger clan of the beast clan had heirs who died at the hands of Downton."
"Don't say the grapes are sour when you can't eat them."
"People rely on strength, not women!"
The onlookers also started arguing. After all, these people belonged to different factions. Especially the Guise family, who wanted the Napoleon family to be embarrassed.
"If you don't hand him over, don't blame me for attacking!"
The tragic situation of those girls was so vivid that Downton couldn't bear it any longer. Even if it was a crime committed by Prince Saint Laurent, he would take revenge.
"you dare!"
As Victor finished speaking, the door opened wide, and a group of fully armed family guards rushed out. Archers were also standing on the wall, aiming at Downton and his party.
Downton did not answer and directly raised his right hand.
"Bomb ready!"
Quasimodo roared. The abominations all took off the "tin cans" from their armed belts.
The atmosphere on the street suddenly became solemn, and the conflict was about to break out, causing the onlookers to shut their mouths.
"Downton, Vermaelen is on duty at the palace today. If you don't mind, come with me to confront him!"
A middle-aged man came out.
"Father!"
Victor immediately bent down to salute, and his expression became anxious. Asking the head of the family to talk to Downton was an insult in itself.
"Your Majesty the Duke!"
Downton saluted, it was a superficial act, but he still knew how to do it, otherwise he would be looked at by so many strong men, and he would be a barbaric and vulgar image. Besides, Saint Lily was also saluting.
"Let's go"
The Duke was very strong and did not need Downton's consent. He had already stood up and flew towards the palace. The strength of the legendary powerhouse was clearly visible.
"gone!"
Downton used the air dance technique and followed behind. At this time, he couldn't lose his momentum.
Saint Lily shook her head, gave some instructions to her subordinates, and then stood up and flew out. Then the shocked citizens of Paris saw strong men flying toward the palace under the stars.
At the level of Grand Marshal, he can already control the laws and fly in the air, but his speed is only average, so he is far behind the legends.
"I really want to master Downton's air dance skills!"
Looking at Downton who had disappeared, the marshals were envious and jealous.
"Hey, good job!"
In the luxurious Black Swan Hotel, Mrs. Red Heart stood at the window, looking at the strong men passing through the sky, and praised them.
"I did not do that!"
Mo Shan raised his neck and drank the wine in the pot in one gulp, looking disappointed.
"Um?"
Hongxin is puzzled.
"Before I even made a move, someone had already done it." Mo Shan smiled bitterly, and then with the help of alcohol, he walked towards Hong Xin and put his arm around her shoulders. This kind of mature woman was his favorite.
Hong Xin dodged and dodged lightly.
Mo Shan's face changed slightly. This proved that Hong Xin was definitely a marshal-level expert, but he still didn't give up, "Why do you want to accompany me?"
"It's very simple, help me kill Downton!"
Hong Xin covered her mouth with a fan and gave her a wink.