Finally, Zion was defeated and the news of his entire army being wiped out to the Duke of Tenardier.

Table Tennis!

The wine-filled glass shattered in his hands, staring quietly at the hands sprinkled with red liquid, Duke Tenardier was very upset.

Because he did not escape a soldier, he knew nothing about Zion's defeat, except for knowing what Zion became. It would be fine if it fell into the hands of the enemy. At least Zion has a noble status, and as his son, Zion also has more value in use, so he doesn't have to worry about life safety. But the problem is that if the battle is particularly fierce, let alone his son, even the prince cannot guarantee that others will show mercy.

If he could, he wanted to punish the people in his son's army severely, because of the waste, which led to Zion's defeat.

However, none of the team came back alive, and it was him who sent Zion out... Would he be beaten up? Release the hatred on the Lord of Arthas? Please, what have others given your son, are you still afraid of your condemnation?

——Damn it, stinky brat...Damn, Gistato...!

Duke Tenardier silently released his anger on the pieces of the wine glass in his hand - although he had retreated from the front line, he had been exercising. Whether it was a sword, a gun or a horse, he could control it more easily than an ordinary knight. Under this right hand, even the sharp pieces of the wine glass would be crushed by him.

He ignored the slight wounds on his hand, and he picked up the bottle next to him, but found that there was no drop of wine in the bottle. There were four empty wine bottles around him. Although he drank so much, he was still not drunk, and his sharp eyes were a little more murderous.

snort!

The angry Duke of Tenardier stomped his feet hard, pulled open the chair and walked to the wine cabinet beside him. He took out his treasured spirits and poured them into the cup he took out at the same time, and drank them all in one go.

"——You are really messing around. Drinking so much will hurt your body."

"Drekavak...you're coming too late!"

The Duke of Tenardier turned his head and stood at the door a short old man in a black robe.

The old man - Drekavak's hood completely covered his face, making it difficult to see his expression. But judging from his tone, he was not afraid of the Duke of Tenardier who was infuriated.

I saw him bow gently and explained: "Because there are some things to be busy..."

“Those don’t matter!”

Duke Tenardier interrupted him impatiently, sat back on the chair with a bottle and glass, poured the glass with wine, and asked at Drekavak, "Zion brought the two dragons over there... Whether Alsace can gather enough soldiers, I don't think that cowardly boy Alsace has the ability to defeat the dragon. Is it the war girl of Gistato done by?"

Understanding the majestic look of Tenardier, Drekavak nodded slowly: "It should be no mistake. There are seven war girls in their country, and those guys all possess weapons called dragon tools."

"...I've heard of the name, but is it really that powerful? That so-called dragon tool."

"That is a weapon that cannot be understood by human wisdom. In the face of real dragons, they can also exert the power of cutting, penetrating, or even smashing."

The weapon to smash the dragon's scales... Although it is indeed the case from the moment, if anyone other than Drekavak said it, Duke Tenardier would probably sneer at it. The power of dragons is not something that ordinary people can compete with. If it weren't for the rare dragons, I'm afraid this world is already the world of dragons... It's not that dragons cannot be defeated, but it is based on many sacrifices, setting up various traps and poisons, or people like Drekavak who have special means can deal with it.

"Well...what material is that weapon made of?"

After thinking about it, the biggest threat is the mysterious dragon tool.

"It is said to be a substance that does not exist in the human world."

Hearing Drekavak's answer, Duke Tenardier's black beard trembled slightly. Then he grinned: "So that's why he can easily cut down the dragon that could not even be damaged by steel weapons."

It was also a fairy tale, but Duke Tenardier simply believed it.

"That's right." Drekavak nodded slightly.

"When will the new dragon be ready?" asked Duke Tenardier casually.

"About a month, and it also requires a little money." Drekway bent down and bowed his head respectfully.

The Duke of Tenardier originally wanted to ask him if he could be faster, but since the old man said it would take another month, it would indeed take so much time. After a long period of contact, he had realized this.

So, Duke Tenardier brought a huge bag the size of a human head, filled with gold coins that would overflow.

Drekavak did not rush to take it away, but asked, "After that's it, how do you plan to deal with Earl Vorun and the War Girl?"

"I will handle this matter. You just need to prepare the dragon quickly." Duke Tenardier waved.

“…I got it.”

Drekavak lowered his head and slowly retreated with his gold coins. However, at the moment he closed the door, a sneer appeared on his lips: Sword... Maybe there is a bow, can it be handled by one or two dragons? However, Duke Tenardier is not a simple person, and there is a good show now. As for the boy Zion, it would be fine to die if he always targets him.

After Drekavak left, Duke Tenardier leaned on the chair with some weakness, pressing his big hands on his temple... Was he a little drunk?

“…No way.”

Duke Tenardier murmured with some pain. He wanted to kill Tiger with his own hands, but unfortunately he only had one body and could not prepare infinite soldiers. He had other important things to be busy with.

"You can use an axe to crush the bugs, but you should use the 'Seven Locks'. In addition--"

Duke Tenardier rings the silver bell and calls out several waiters. He quickly gives several instructions. After that, he picks up his glass and drinks it all.

"Go to Knights, to... War to War to War to War to War to Denarbein. If Denarbein can be a little more useful, you can also consider letting that guy be responsible for contacting..."

Looking at his face reflected on the silver cup, Duke Tenardier slowly whispered: "So, Gontok seems to know the princess of Gistato too. What would that man do?..."

Duke Gonrok... is a powerful figure who is currently competing with him, but I'm afraid he's going to see him have a good show now. However, depending on the situation, it is possible to defeat Alsace in front of him.

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Alsace has become the center of the storm, but Wu Jian still looks like he is just living by his life. He is so angry that Lim pulled him directly and took him to another territory to seek support.

The followers included the one BGistat soldiers selected by Lim himself, and Batrand and Tita followed the army to take care of Wu Jian's daily life, and Artoria served as the guard.

Before leaving, Lim also asked to go and see Zion and other prisoners. He found that they were building roads - the passage between the cities of Alsace (just one) and the villages.

"...What's going on?" Lim asked as he was dumbfounded.

"As the saying goes, to get rich, build roads first. It is rare to have so many people, isn't it just right?"

"I didn't mean that! What's going on with him?"

Following Lim's finger, Wu Jian saw a young man. Although his face was as sweaty and mud as ordinary people, because his clothes were not taken off, it was still obvious that his family was at least very wealthy. Lim could also see at a glance that the young man was probably a nobleman. In contact with information, the young man was probably Zion, the son of Duke Tenardier.

"Is there any problem?"

"Of course there is! You actually let a noble do such a thing?"

Lim was completely stunned. If this was spread, it would become unreasonable if it was reasonable.

This is the case in this world. As a nobleman, you have to treat him well even if he is a captive. Not to mention good wine and food, but you must not do hard work like a slave. Otherwise, you will be condemned by others. Once Zion's current situation is spread, it will be very unfavorable for Wu Jian to win over others.

"Tigler Wielmud Vorun~~~~~~"

At this time, Zion also discovered Wu Jian and was about to rush over and fight desperately.

But the heroic soldiers guarding them were the heroic soldiers. A whip flashed and Zion lies on the ground with a "bang", but his eyes still stared at Wu Jian fiercely: "You can't treat me like this! I am a nobleman! My father's Duke of Tenardier..."

Bang!

Another sound, the heroic soldier whipped him on the back. Although his back felt as if he had broken, the humiliation he suffered made him temporarily forget the pain and crawled towards Wu Jian.

The heroic soldier wanted to drag him back, but was stopped by Wu Jian, so he retreated with a bow.

Zion climbed all the way to Wu Jian, trying to climb the front hoof of the white horse.

roar!

How could Baima let him touch himself? He raised his front hooves and stepped onto the ground, and a powerful aura shocked him.

"ah......"

Zion jumped up in fear with a scream, fell backwards, and looked at the white horse in horror.

Lim also opened her eyes wide and looked at the white horse without any vehicle. At first, she scolded Wu Jian, at least she had to add a saddle. She only saw Wu Jian sitting steadily on her back and did not pursue it. But she did not notice that this white horse could actually exude a momentum like a giant dragon - although she had never seen a giant dragon.

"What's wrong? Are you not going to settle the score with me?" Wu Jian said contemptuously as he looked at Zion who was scared.

"You...I...I'm a noble, you can't let me work like a slave...I'm asking for treatment from a noble...please, I can't stand it anymore..."

Zion was indeed scared silly. He was originally threatening Wu Jian with his father's power, but now he is just crying and begging.

"You can't live up to your own sins. You have committed heinous crimes in Artsas. This is a good deal for you." Wu Jian said coldly.

"Holy crime?"

Lim couldn't help it when he heard Wu Jian's words. Although Zion was planning to commit a heinous crime, it was not too late for him to commit it. There were indeed many houses missing. But the things that the soldiers plundered after they were caught were returned. Moreover, the various items carried by the three thousand soldiers were also taken off. Apart from the equipment such as armor, Wu Jian picked up the things that he distributed to the residents and made a profit.

"Oh~"

Suddenly, Wu Jian sighed and said in a heavy tone: "When we got them to attack Alsace, we took emergency shelter. But some old people are really not suitable for intense exercise. An old lady was transferring..."

Dead!?

Lim's heart was shocked. Although she was considered a noble, she did not have that pretentious idea. There was never the idea that a pariah was not as good as a noble, and she would be sad when she heard this news.

"She... twisted her waist. Although she received treatment, her body was poor after all, and she often cried out in pain now." Wu Jian said in a distraught tone.

Everyone:...

It’s not that Tita and Bartra are like this, because Wu Jian’s tone is so funny. And he couldn’t help but feel sorry for Zion after hearing this... It caused an old man to twist his waist and his current treatment, and no one can see it.

"Are you a fool?" Lim gave him a blank look: "Treatting a noble like this will really make your position subtle!"

Upon hearing this, Zion immediately looked at Wu Jian with hope: "Yes, yes! The one you said is nothing to do with me!"

"Idiot, I've done so many careless things and want me to let you go? Come on, give him a fork!"

Immediately, a heroic soldier dragged Zion to tears. Although it turned into a curse in the end, Wu Jian was too lazy to pay attention to it.

"let's go."

Wu Jian rode forward, Lim stayed for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything and followed.

Their first destination was the city of Belfort, the center of Teritol. This territory is basically as barren as Artsas. If you want to say anything different, it is that Artsas is mountainous and there are endless grasslands.
To be continued...