Chapter 841: Don’t kill me! We can compensate you no matter what!
The count's second son turned pale and retreated step by step. Unable to take a few steps back, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
He didn't even bother to get up, and he forgot that his knight's physique could have performed better in terms of strength, speed, and balance. He used his hands and feet to crawl backwards, shouting as he climbed:
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me
Gretel looked down at him coldly, anger welling up in his eyes. On his shoulders, body, and around the Silver Moon Deer, the moonlight was still gently undulating and boiling. Thousands of leaves behind him were swaying, as if leaves would leave the branches at any time.
The head flew out.
The sorrow and anger he felt when he knelt down in the jungle just now and communicated with the oak trees still echoed in his heart.
Time has passed for too long. The person involved died, walked away, and sealed the truth. Perhaps no one will know the truth of the matter. But the oak tree has precipitated that grief, remembered that anger, and conveyed that unwillingness.
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"I didn't betray! I didn't!"
Such a huge emotional impact showed no signs of abating until the entire inheritance land completely exploded.
He urged the Silver Moon Deer to take a step forward, and then another step. Suddenly there was a soft explosion, and a ray of boiling moonlight exploded around him, shooting directly at the second son of the earl.
At the critical moment, the second son of the earl quickly turned his head. The ray of moonlight fell on the ground beside his face and exploded with crackles. His cheek hurt, and he subconsciously reached out to touch it, and there was a faint red mark on his fingertips.
And around Gretel, more stars and moonlight began to condense, rise, float, and rotate.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The count's second son straightened his neck and howled. While howling, he rolled on the ground to avoid the stars that exploded one after another:
"I didn't do it! I wasn't born yet at that time! I didn't know anything! I just took over the family's business. I'll do whatever I did before!"
Crackle, crackle, crackle. Several small starlights in succession hit his body and exploded. At first the speed was extremely fast, then gradually it became slower and slower. Finally, Gretel took a long breath and tightened his grip on the oak wood in his hand.
Staff:
"you do not know?"
"I don't know! I really don't know anything!" The count's second son retreated again and again, leaning his back against an oak tree, trying to shrink down:
"I only know that there is a magic spring here! The acorns produced by watering can feed the best piglets! We usually surround this place so that no one comes, and we don't come ourselves.
Gretel slowly lowered his eyes. Don't be angry, don't be too angry, and don't kill anyone. It's useless to kill this guy. The earl, the earl's eldest son, the people in their family who can really make the final decision are all in the royal capital -
He said to himself quietly. Think about what you came here to do, think about which group of people are in urgent need of your help, and think about how to establish a new balance before you leave so that the lives of the local people will not be the same.
So difficult
Think about it.
Gretel, what you want to do is not to kill someone.
Gretel took a long breath. Then, in the horrified eyes of the second son of the earl, he raised his oak staff high and pointed straight at Tianyi -
The moonlight surrounding him gathered for a moment, intertwined with the green light surging in the jungle, suddenly surged, pointing straight into the sky. After reaching the highest point, it exploded brilliantly like fireworks, and scattered stars around him.
It was blown and pushed by the summer night wind, scattered far away, and fell to the hills and woodland one or two miles away, or three or five miles away. Finally, Grete took back the oak staff and shook his body slightly,
Close your eyes.
The second son of the earl had been paralyzed on the ground, staring blankly. The oak tree leaning behind him gently shook its branches and leaves, as if something had changed, but also as if nothing had happened.
But no matter what, the imminent killing intent, the spark that blasted through his coat and wiped blood on his cheek, finally disappeared.
"What did you do?"
He jumped up and asked in a low voice. Grete closed his eyes and did not answer. Even the white deer under him lowered his head, his ribs heaving, as if he was very tired. The second son of the earl looked left and right.
Look, take a tentative step forward
"stop!"
A huge figure stood in front of him. The barbarian held the antlers in one hand, pulled out the big bone club on his back with the other, and pointed far ahead:
"Don't come over!"
"I just want to ask the mage what you did." The second son of the earl quickly stopped and spread his hands to show that he was not hostile:
"I had good intentions and led Mr. Master to visit the family's ancestral land, but it made Mr. Master so angry. I just want to know what we did wrong and what we need to do to calm you down.
"This is not your family's ancestral land." Gretel had kept his eyes closed and said nothing. Hearing this, he spoke softly. His voice was low, slow, and out of breath. What he said made him the second son of the earl.
About to jump:
"This is the inheritance place of the nature priest. For decades, you have expelled the nature priest, occupied this holy land, and used the oak trees inherited by the nature priest and the acorns to raise pigs.
There was a crunching sound next to him, but the barbarian looked angry and took a step forward, crushing something unknown. The second son of the earl subconsciously shrank back and slid a little further along the trunk of the tree, but he heard Gretel say:
"Bernard, be quiet. There's no sense in arguing with them here. Serira, do me a favor.
"What's up?"
Under the horrified gaze of the second son of the earl, the elf beauty urged the unicorn to come forward, with a look of eagerness on her face. Grete said slowly:
"I'm very tired now and have no strength. Please help me draft a few letters and send them to Elder Erwin, my teacher in the Order, Elder Wood from the Nevis Order, and Nuo from the Royal Capital Order.
Elder Kers. By the way, there is no problem in sending a circle of letters to the council! I will write it immediately!"
The elf beauty took out a pen and paper and looked up into the sky. The paper was spread out flat, and the quill dipped in ink and automatically started writing on it. While writing, she asked:
"Who else should I tell? Do the judges need to be notified? In addition to the Lord of Thunder, do the other legends want to write letters? The Queen, and several of the Queen's female officers, do you want me to notify them all?
The second son of the earl almost collapsed on the ground. After writing this letter, not only him, but also everyone in the family in the royal capital will probably fall under the wrath of the Order of the God of Nature. There will also be the queen, the nobles of the royal capital, and the legend.
mage -
As long as one of them expresses disgust towards them, even if it is just a look of disdain
Even if the Luosikang family is lucky enough to survive, they will always be the laughing stock and be expelled from the aristocratic circle.
"We will compensate! We are willing to compensate! Any compensation is fine!" He screamed like a rooster whose neck was stepped on.
"Don't write a letter! Don't write a letter yet! Whether it's land or property, you can take out anything! Or the tenant farmers - doesn't the Congress want to relocate the tenant farmers? We agree! You can relocate as much as you like!'
Gretel glanced at him with disdain. When you hit a wall, you know you have turned. When you put a knife on your neck, you know you begged for mercy. But what about before? "You shouldn't talk to me about these things." He said softly:
"You shouldn't talk to me about compensation. The one you kicked out was the local God of Nature Order.
"I'm going to ask them to come back! I'm going to beg them! Don't write! Don't write!'
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I’m so tired. I’m paralyzed from exhaustion. I still have to worry about the vegetables that I bought in the group.
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