Ride and Cut

"This is going down and the other is going to be strong, and now the two sides have already widened the gap." Buckland leaned his chubby body completely on the back of the chair, with ten fingers overlapping on his chest, "Stuart chose to go to war at this time. , To be honest, very unwise."

"Then Pompeii won't win?" Richard's eyes narrowed.

"Not necessarily, if it's just Pompeii and Stuart, the problem is still relatively simple." As a naturalist, Buckland's common problem with cultural people's passion for selling customs is especially obvious to him. He said nothing but said nothing. Wait for someone to ask questions.

So the lord rolled his eyes, stubbornly suffocating that he didn't ask whether he was alive or not.

The old white tiger chose the former between fiddle with knowledge and selling the gate, and continued to say: "But there is San Jose in the south, and I will definitely not let any party easily occupy the magic crystal mine. Once the dispute between the two countries is involved, The third country will definitely become very complicated and complicated, especially if the third country still wants to strike a balance in the middle."

"Pompeii doesn't seem to deal with Stuart and San Jose." As a businessman, Annie is sensitive enough to the current situation.

"Indeed." Buckland looked mysterious. "I will tell you a real secret, the kind that few people know."

"Please speak." Lord Lord sits upright, maintaining respect for the knowledge accumulated by an old scholar.

"After Nero's rebellion, a nation was established, and it was destroyed in the flames of war after a short period of time. This nation is called Utopia." Buckland shook his head to show off his historical knowledge. "Although the country is dead, the people still live in that area. On the land, after untold hardships, a new country was built on the ruins. Do you know what this country is called?"

"It's Pompeii," Richard said blankly.

"You actually know?" Buckland couldn't help but be surprised.

According to his impression of Lord Lord, a label of ignorance and skill will definitely not escape. Will he know such ancient secrets that have been deliberately concealed?

"To be honest, I don't know." Lord Lord covered his face, sighed and rolled his eyes, "But... fuck, look at your pretendingly mysterious look, fools can guess it."

"Yes...Is it?" Old Baihu touched his nose and chuckled.

"But I really didn't expect that Pompeii was actually a'Nero's remnant'."

"Yes." Buckland said more and more vigorously, "Pompeii is not the same as Stuart and San Jose from the root, so the relationship has been very tense."

The lord rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and then said for a long time: "It turns out that this is the case. The difference in the military system makes sense."

"What do you mean?" This time, Annie and Buckland looked at each other, how to say they were related to the unrelated military system.

"Pompeii's army system is easier to form combat effectiveness, suitable for the rebels to expand with small, the self-respect of the generals and supporters is a matter for them to be eligible to consider if they are alive." The lord held up the teacup and talked freely.

"And the small legion military system of San Jose and Stuart is conducive to maintaining the rule. It should be Chengze since the ancient human empire. The combat power is not the most urgent for them."

"At the beginning, I thought this difference could not be unfounded." Lord Lord smiled, "Sure enough, different military systems have their own sources, all in order to respond to different needs."

"Really specializing in the art industry!" Buckland applauded and sighed again and again, "Wonderful explanation, I have gained a little new knowledge, thank you Richard."

"Hey, see who's here, the roaring legion commander of the brown bear!" The lord stretched out his hand and set up a pergola over his eyes.

As a legion commander, Hendra was under strict supervision that was absolutely in line with his strength. He was tightly chained to a thick log cross, and was lifted by more than a dozen leaders panting without touching his feet.

Buckland quickly resigned with Annie, and the **** torture that might exist next was not easy for them to accept.

"Untie him." Lord Lord stepped on the chair with one foot and snapped his fingers.

A cold light flashed in mid-air, and the sharp intersecting sound of gold and iron exploded, and Hutt's scimitar was already in its sheath.

"What a handsome knife." Richard gave Hutt a thumbs up.

Hendra pushed aside the broken pieces of iron chain, hadn't moved freely for too long, staggered a few times and almost fell. After being imprisoned for nearly two months, he looked at the lord's eyes obviously cringed, and he was no longer in his original spirit.

"Mr. Legionnaire, you are already dead." Richard fell on the main seat, and the inferior chairs made by the two carpenters began to creak immediately, "I know you must think that I must be bored and scare you. It is a pity that this lord is only stating a fact that does not contain any subjective judgments."

Hendra looked at the ground without saying a word. This period of prison life made him much clearer and silent.

If it were two months ago, he might refute, give generously, or dismiss it, but now he just wants to count the ants.

"Come on, look at this." Richard grabbed the upside-down parchment on the table and gave it to Hutt, who passed it on to Hendra.

As a nobleman who once served as the commander of the army, Hendra is naturally no stranger to things like official documents, not to mention Stuart's official documents, scanning up and down is already clear.

"Stuart actually declared war on Pompeii?" His voice was hoarse, like sand between two wooden boards and rubbing vigorously.

"What you should be concerned about is that you are'dead'!" Lord Lord said grimly.

"Yeah, I'm'dead', I was abandoned." Hendra scratched his head, hair that grew like dry grass for two months, as if a bone had been removed, and the whole person suddenly fell down. Falling, it's hard to conceal the loss.

"Very well, it seems that we have at least reached a consensus." Richard Chaohet gave a wink, and the latter immediately understood, drawing a knife across Hendra's neck.

With a cold iron on his skin, Hendra visibly shrank his neck and raised both hands above his head without hesitation.

"You better know something that interests me~www.readwn.com~Otherwise..." Lord Lord leaned back in his chair and sneered twice, everything was silent.

"I..." Hendra certainly didn't want to die, but he really didn't know what could keep him alive. In most cases, the most valuable thing is undoubtedly the physical property. The problem is that it can't be counted on now.

Whether the news is valuable or not is a subjective question of very different opinions, and it is far from being as popular as gold.

"Don't think of fooling me, you only have one chance to speak, be satisfied or die."

Hendra hesitated for a long time before tentatively speaking:

"I...I know the whereabouts of an artifact."

Richard sat on the chair steadily. He didn't even bother to move his butt, and laughed.

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