In the tavern, the whispers of the adventurers gradually became louder, and the gaze falling on Liszt was like looking at a clown.
"Young master, we can't let him go like this. We must let him know the consequences of offending you." The follower shared the same hatred and wanted to show off, but before he could finish his words, Liszt slapped him in the face so hard that his chin twitched.
Lost.
"Go and die." Liszt was still not relieved after being slapped, and then he held down the follower and gave him a good beating.
He has been living in a honeypot since he was a child, getting wind and rain whenever he wants. He is simply the prince who no one dares to mess with in Chenwu Town. How has he ever suffered such humiliation?
"Master, stop fighting, I'm going to die." The servant held his head and begged for mercy.
Liszt kicked his feet wildly to vent his anger, and did not stop until he beat the servant half to death.
"You two, go follow that Downton and see where he ends up. If it's really a mine, go find the head of the guard and inquire about his situation." Liszt took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands.
Blood stains, while ordering, "And all you poor mercenaries, get out of here."
The followers didn't say anything and acted quickly.
"Are they all deaf? Go take a shower and dress up!" After Liszt roared at the dancers, he began to take a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
At this moment, Liszt wanted to kill Downton, but he knew he couldn't do it.
If it is true as those cronies said, Downton is a direct descendant of Dofink, and if he kills him in public, someone will definitely report him. As the son of the mayor, Liszt knows very well what rights the mine owner has, and his
When Dad meets others, he always smiles.
"Trouble." Liszt bit his lip and regretted it for a moment. If he had known that Downton boy would prosper in the Dagger Mine, he would have killed him immediately.
"Master, it's getting late, and your distinguished guests will probably have to wait impatiently." The attendant reminded him boldly. He knew that the master had spent too much energy and money to entertain them. If it didn't work out in the end, he would definitely take these things from his side.
The servant was angry.
"Let's go and greet them." Time was too tight, and it was too late to arrange for some people to intercept Downton. Liszt could only look at what was ahead of him, "Let me tell you, the guest here this time is a direct heir of the Dupont family.
, if nothing happens, he will take charge of the entire family in a few years, and you all must be 200% alert to serve him."
There was an uproar in the tavern, and the faces of the adventurers showed excitement and curiosity. Dupont was not just a simple name, but a symbol, well-known throughout the Western Continent.
The Dupont family belongs to the Kuta Magic Empire, one of the nine empires. It rose to prominence during the Fifth Holy War. Then it expanded to the present and has become a wealthy and aristocratic family with a long history of five thousand years.
This family made its fortune in the arms trade. It has grown bigger and bigger, and now has business partners in various countries.
The arms produced by DuPont Military Industries are known as the most perfect and reliable killing weapons.
Once upon a time, a grand duke of a principality sneered at a banquet that the Dupont family's wealth was built on blood and death.
At that time, the head of the Dupont family smiled and said nothing. When everyone thought he was scared, the war broke out on the third day.
The Dupont family single-handedly started a war against the principality. In just three months, the principality was destroyed and the arrogant Grand Duke was captured alive. After being stripped naked and paraded through the streets, he was hanged at the city gate like a dead pig.
forward.
From then on, no one dared to mock the DuPont family in person. The weapons produced by DuPont Military Industry also successfully gained the favor of various countries and were exported in large quantities because of their huge advantages in war.
"An heir to the Dupont family actually appeared in a border town like ours?" Several local adventurers from Chenwu Town exclaimed, feeling extremely honored.
Liszt deliberately revealed the identity of the distinguished guest to show that he had many friends. You should know that given his status, even the Duke of the West, Placido, would be happy to take the time to receive him in person.
"If I become DuPont's agent in Frankfurt, Placido will have to pay attention to me, and I will definitely get a viscount title by then."
Lister is not yet a nobleman, and he is not satisfied with inheriting his father's baron title. He wants to climb higher and become the darling of the upper class, so Dupont is undoubtedly the target of his efforts to win over. For this reason, he would rather deal with Downton.
Time is pushed back.
Under the moonlight, Downton and his friends traveled through the night and back to the mine.
"That Liszt is so mentally ill that even us adults dare to provoke him!"
"Yes, I will beat him into an idiot next time I see him."
"He's just the son of a mayor. He's too arrogant. He's not as noble as us adults."
The cronies talked all over the place, belittling Lister and praising Downton.
As a direct descendant of Dofink, if Downton performs well, his status will definitely not be low in the future. It is precisely because of this that his cronies have seen through this, so they work hard to please him.
"Silence!" Downton scolded him. He would not become self-righteous just because of a few flattery words.
Seeing Downton's unwavering expression, the cronies quickly shut up.
"There have been so many troubles recently!" Downton sighed, feeling a little upset. After this conflict, Liszt must have been eager to deal with himself. He, along with Ram and his party, must be dealt with as soon as possible.
The situation is becoming more and more intense, and more than a thousand miners have been affected.
It was difficult to travel at night, especially after entering the mountain road, so everyone had to slow down.
Inaccessible, the howls of wild beasts occasionally echo in the mountains and forests, and the cool summer wind blows on the skin, like a ghost's big hand touching it.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Arnold turning around frequently, the confidant couldn't help but ask.
"I always feel like something is following us." Arnold's words immediately made the hairs on the hair of his cronies stand up, and they turned around in unison.
"Ah? Don't talk nonsense." The cronies were frightened, and then subconsciously shook the reins to make the mount speed up.
"Stop, there's a situation!" Downton shouted, and at the same time, he pulled out the warrior's saber from the scabbard hanging on the horse's back.
"What's going on?" The cronies were panicked and shouted randomly.
"Shut up, everyone." Downton growled, jumped off his horse, and told Jackson, "Go and take a look at the front!"
"Master, what if it's a hero-level monster? I'll be eaten!" Jackson's cowardice resurfaced again, with a grimace on his face and he didn't want to go.
"No Warcraft will be interested in your rotten flesh. Go quickly." Downton urged. Among these people, Jackson can activate the aura of swiftness and is undoubtedly the fastest. As for Arnold, he must stay as a bodyguard.
Jackson had no choice but to walk forward slowly. After walking a few dozen meters, he even gave up his moral integrity and self-esteem and lay down on the ground. After moving a few times, he stopped and watched.
Downton rubbed his brows helplessly, but the tension in his heart was relieved a lot when Jackson made such a fuss.
"It sounds like the chewing sound of some kind of beast, it must be eating." Arnold squatted next to Downton and reported his speculation.
"Yes, let's take a look." With Downton's character, he would not wait forever and take action directly.
When passing by Jackson, Downton kicked his waist and said, "Hey, get up."
There were more than a dozen wild wolves munching on the corpse. Their green eyes were a little penetrating in the dark night. Several of them roared when they saw the intruder and wanted to attack. However, Arnold rushed up and chopped him down.
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Downton picked up a piece of blood-stained ore, looked at it, and threw it into the mountain stream.
This was a team transporting ore. They were robbed in the evening, the ore cart was smashed, the ore was spilled on the ground, and more than a dozen bodies were left behind.
"Why are the robbers robbing the mine carts again?"
The cronies were surprised. Because the target of ore is too big, it is very troublesome to rob and transport, and it is difficult to sell it. Even if it is sold, the price is pitifully low because it is raw material, so bandits on the border rarely rob the ore transport team. After all,
If you have that time, it would be more cost-effective to rob the caravan.
"It was done by the Iron Bandits."
One of the henchmen pointed at a smashed minecart and couldn't help but scream.
There was a huge mouth painted with blood on the car board, chewing a broken ear, which looked extremely ferocious.
This is the unique mark of the ogre Tyson. In the Western Region, it is a notorious gangster. It will attack villages without any reason, burn crops, and likes to eat people, especially ears. For it, it is unreasonable.
Delicious.
The Iron Man bandit group formed by Tyson has about 600 people, most of them are ogres, with some orcs and goblins mixed in. There are very few humans, because for them, humans are just rations to satisfy their hunger.
"Let's leave quickly!" The cronies shrank their necks and looked around timidly, fearing that ogres would jump out of the surrounding grass.
"Dig a hole and bury these corpses." Downton wasn't ready to leave. He couldn't let these corpses be eaten by wild beasts. At least he had to wait until tomorrow for their families to claim them.
The cronies were not happy, but they did not dare to disobey Downton's order, so their faces were wrinkled together in confusion.
As a paladin, it is their duty to let the souls of the unjustly dead rest in peace. Unfortunately, Downton is a wild paladin. His magic relies on sacrifices from cheap gods. He can't even sing a requiem to soothe the soul.
"It seems a bit embarrassing!" Downton opened the grimoire and was about to redeem a song, but he heard a rustling sound in the grass on the roadside.
"Who is it? Come out!" Arnold roared, holding the battle ax in his hand.
The cronies were startled and hurriedly ran behind Downton. They were good at talking, but it was of no use if they really encountered a cruel and powerful enemy.
Downton stared at the grass, blessed himself and Arnold with the three magic spells, and then threw a few bottles of healing potions to the barbarians.
The corners of Arnold's eyes were wet. The barbarians were too poor. Growing up, they could hardly drink potions. They relied on themselves to heal themselves. Looking at the potion in his hand, he couldn't help but unscrew the cap and take a sip. (