The Emerald Tower

Vol 2 Chapter 292: Homeopathy III

"Killed! Killed!"

The guests at the entrance of the ‘Manor’ screamed one after another—they finally saw the lifeless corpse lying on the ground.

These decent people on weekdays turned pale and trembling.

Dean glanced at these people and didn't take any further action-these guys are not a good thing, but compared to the people he wants to deal with, it's not a capital crime.

However, capital crimes can be avoided, but living crimes are inevitable.

"Tied them up!"

Dean said so.

Suddenly, the soldiers behind him rushed forward like wolves, and these people were tied up. The tax officer seemed to want to remind him, but in the end only his lips moved and he didn't say anything.

Lauder has seen it clearly now.

The Lord Zelgaon in front of him is definitely a role between the servant and the lunatic. To the left is the servant, and to the right is the lunatic.

When walking in the middle, it is both.

Such a character, Lauder would never get close on weekdays, but now?

It seems that everything is too late!

A feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to cry spread throughout Lauder's body-because Lauder knew very well that even with Dean's guarantee, he was dead.

Yes, Earl Horsh, Mott Karl, and Bosa will not trouble him.

But what about the others?

Who is involved this time?

Look, these **** gentlemen in front of you!

Facing the Lord Zelgaon, he was so frightened. Obediently get caught. When facing him. It looks vicious.

I really did not participate in it!

Lauder roared loudly in his heart.

However, this has not changed the current situation.

"You stay here! Lauder, you are in charge of this temporarily, and write down their names!"

Dean said so.

Hearing Dean's orders, Lauder, who had been thinking about how to separate the relationship, suddenly really started to cry, he said shiveringly: "Lord, Sir. I..."

"what happened to you?"

Dean turned his head and looked at Lauder calmly.

"Nothing! I will definitely complete the task successfully!"

Facing the calm, seemingly emotionless look, Lauder bowed cleanly and replied.

If you refuse, you will die now!

Lauder clearly felt this message.

Die now? Or die later?

Lauder undoubtedly chose the latter.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Lauder began to take charge of this place - he walked up to the gentlemen, faced those unkind eyes, drummed in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Say your names and addresses!"

"Laud, you fellow!"

"I won't let you go, Lauder!"

Facing such a roar. The gentlemen who were **** shouted.

"Don't let me go? Well, don't let me go! I let you let me go!"

Lauder himself was wronged. Facing such a rebuke, he was completely angry, and a blue vein popped up on his forehead. He snatched the long sword of the soldier next to him, so he took the scabbard and hit these people head and face. .

Lauder roared as he hit.

"I let you not let me go! I let you let me go!"

Pop, pop, pop!

The scabbard fell on the skin and flesh, bloodstains appeared, and then quickly bruised.

And the gentlemen screamed.

The screams replaced the previous scolding.

However, Lauder didn't intend to stop - Lauder now wants to understand, he has offended these guys anyway, and these guys obviously won't let him off magnanimously, so it's better to charge some interest now.

As for after?

The next thing, I'll talk about it later!

With this idea, Lauder didn't stop, on the contrary, he used more and more force. The scabbard was in the hands of the tax official, and the screams continued to scream.

The soldiers around saw it, but they didn't stop it.

Because Lauder is their person in charge at this time, they need to listen-from this point of view, the soldiers trained by Bosa and Mott still have a lot of merit.

Dean could hear the screams of the gentlemen behind him clearly.

However, he has no plans to stop it.

After all, such screams seemed nothing compared to the women who had crying and begging for mercy under them.

"The wailing of the sharp-faced and the weak, the strong are dismissive, they have no mercy, only the dignity and tyranny of the strong-until they meet the stronger strong, when they are the weak..."

Dean said softly, like a bard whispering, with a hint of aria.

He stepped forward slowly, and the [Strike of the Wind] in his hand waved with a flash of time.

Cang!

In the sound of metal cutting, the gate formed by the iron fence of the ‘Manor’ was cut off, and Dean stepped in.

The remaining guards have been watching here through the gate. When they saw Dean coming in, another mercenary leader shouted, "Stop him!"

Suddenly, the mercenaries rushed up.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

Such shouts sounded one after another, and mercenaries brandishing various weapons rushed towards Dean in a swarm.

Dean, holding a long sword, lowered his body slightly, took a light step forward with his left foot, and kicked the ground with his right foot—

Whoosh!

The whole person disappeared in place with a sound of breaking through the air.

After that, in front of the mercenaries, the sword light began to flicker.

That kind of sword light is not fleeting, but continuous. The blood is like the attraction of the positive and negative poles, and it is spewed out by these sword lights.

Bright sword light, vivid red.

The two superimposed on each other, just like a white and red intersecting flower, not only dazzling. And from the unusual beauty.

Dean's figure appeared again.

He stood behind the mercenaries. Gently shook the blood from the blade. Then, slowly returning the sword to its sheath——

Click!

Puff puff……

With a clear sound of returning to the sheath, it was like a domino, and the mercenaries who were still standing behind him spewed countless blood from the main artery of the neck.

The blood column composed of dozens of blood is like a fountain with different eyes.

Attracting people's attention, making them grow their mouths and staring.

Puff, puff...

Cang Liang, Cang Dang...

The sound of the dead body and the weapon fell. These people have passed away. The soldiers looked at each other in shock. The tax officer stopped his beating and stared at the corpses, his mouth moving like a catfish.

And those who followed behind and watched the excitement took a breath.

Then, instinctively, they looked for Dean.

However, nothing was gained.

Dean had already stepped into the building of the "Manor".

Luxurious and bright. It's dizzying!

This is Dean's most intuitive feeling after stepping into this building.

but. The shouts that should have been coquettish voices and the crowded lively scenes were gone, and the whole hall fell into a sense of loneliness.

It seems to be a porcelain plate, with a corner missing that makes it uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

But it was uncomfortable and uncomfortable, in Dean's opinion, it was too good.

After all, the missing corner doesn’t belong here, does it?

Even if it is, it seems to be one with here, but is there really no gap?

Closely fit!

There are still gaps!

On the white porcelain plate, this corner was stuffed abruptly, two ugly gaps, hidden under layers, seemed to be it.

However, for a person like Dean, he is more willing to break that corner off again and put it in the original place.

As for the rest, the uncomfortable and uncomfortable plate that seemed to have some two rushed to it?

Just break it!

Whether it ended up being thrown where it was supposed to take out garbage, or it was thrown straight into the dirt and paved the road.

It's better than putting it in front of your eyes and getting in the way!

"put!"

There was a slightly crisp sound.

More than a dozen arrows were shot from the gap behind the railing on the second floor. Each one was full of strength, and each one seemed unresponsive to the wind and electricity.

However, that category is just ordinary people.

Dean's figure appeared in the eyes of these shooters with layers of phantoms.

It's not really a phantom, it's just that they can't chase Dean's speed.

"Stop him!"

The slightly crisp sound rang again.

However, it was obviously a bit late, and Dean rushed forward and stepped on a pillar in the hall. He had already taken advantage of his strength and rushed to the second floor.

After that, there was another wailing of death.

When the wailing was over, Dean stood in front of the lady with a slightly crisp voice.

The other party was in a black dress, full chest, white and dazzling, standing in front of Dean, the face that had been wiped with the powder, with a touch of panic.

A pitiful look.

"Ms. Mart?"

Dean looked at each other and asked in a calm voice.

"You, who are you?"

The lady opposite, like a frightened deer, asked tremblingly.

"Dean Ken Zelgaon!"

Dean reported his full name~www.readwn.com~ I don't know you, why did you break into my home! you this……"

A series of frantic curses appeared in the lady's mouth.

It was as if she was really a frightened lady, venting her panic.

Dean frowned.

And just as Dean frowned, a cold light appeared from behind Dean.

The lady's panic was replaced by a smile.