“Lord Lord!”

Under the morning glow, Order Official Ullard looked at Nicole and Grivo in front of him with a serious look on his face: "What are you waiting for?"

But the Starman and the Veteran remained motionless.

Until Nekolemer kept holding his soul-breaking blade.

"Ulad, I just asked you: Your Majesty has ordered the lifting of martial law." The Meteor's face turned cold and said softly: "Your answer is a bit strange."

Grivo sneered faintly.

Ulad was slightly stunned: "But the martial law has indeed not been lifted..."

"That's not the point," the Meteor directly interrupted the Order Officer's words, and he said coldly: "The point is: you take your words without hesitation, without a word - 'Your Majesty has not ordered the lifting of martial law'."

Ullard's face suddenly changed.

Nekolai's sharp eyes swept over every patrolman behind Ullard, looked at their flashing gazes and continued to say solemnly: "If it is a ruling order, it will be issued by the Earl of Prime Minister Risbane, and it will be transmitted to the Viscount Resden, the General Guard of the King of the Capital. The order halls of each district will only receive the warrant signed by Resden, and then arrange the ruling order."

He snorted coldly: "A small order official in the city of Wangdu only gets specific tasks such as clearing roadblocks and restoring traffic in the hall. He will not know whether His Majesty ordered the lifting of strict rules."

Ullard frowned: "I..."

Nekolai did not stop, his eyes made Urad feel breathless: "What is the purpose of you being so anxious to 'escort' us, and even making excuses according to my words?"

Behind Ullard, the patrol members exchanged their gazes and their expressions were different.

And all this was taken in the eyes of the Stars.

It also made him feel sank.

Too suspicious.

what happened?

"It's just a slight mistake," Ullard sighed: "Besides, in this case, the initial order must have been issued by His Majesty."

But Nekolai still didn't speak.

However, Grivo, who was supported by him, spoke indifferently.

"I say, Urad, when did you care so much about the affairs of the kingdom?" The lame veteran exhaled: "It has been more than ten years. From the recruitment to the Qing City, if there is any disturbance in the king's capital, your first reaction will be to shrank and avoid it, for fear of damage to interests."

Listening to Grivo's words, Nicolai's expression became more and more terrifying.

"As for leading troops to help the king in times of crisis?"

Grivo raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face seemed to see a flying mouse: "Stop kidding."

Ullard's face became very ugly.

"Old cripple," he gritted his teeth: "I don't want to argue with you at this time..."

But at this moment, a clear male voice came from the crowd: "Enough."

"They have seen through it."

Ullard sighed deeply, letting him aside, freeing up his place for the men who walked out of the crowd.

This time, it was Meteorite and Grivo's turn to change their faces.

The new man is tall, with heavy steps, imposing momentum, and has a strong smell of iron blood on the battlefield.

"A tough character," Grivo exhaled: "Do you know him?"

Nekolai did not respond to Grivo, and he looked straight at the person coming.

"It's you," Necolle narrowed his eyes and looked solemn: "The Fire Knight."

“Rom Tuleha.”

The visitor stopped and stood in front of them.

"It is an honor to see you again, Lord Necolle."

One of Exet's "Five Warriors", Tuleha's face was cold and authentic.

The black sand-collared knight had already taken off his gray helmet, but the gray armor was still there, and the horse and long sword on his waist were full of oppression.

"If the Grand Duke of Heisha wants to attend the dinner," Nekolai snorted softly with a bad face: "He can say it in advance, we can send an invitation."

Tuleha looked at Necolle without any weakness.

"Cambida mentioned to me that you told him yesterday in the suburbs of the city," the Huo Chivalry expression remained unmoved: "So, at your invitation, we brought more than a thousand people to Longxiao City to 'stroll'."

Necolle looked at the patrol, his pupils slowly shrinking.

"You are seeking death," the Star Meteor said in a cold voice: "There are seven or eight thousand soldiers who can be recruited urgently in Longxiao City, as well as patrol teams and regular guards of the palace, not to mention the vassals in the suburbs..."

But Tuleha interrupted him without any concern.

"Yes, Longxiao City is very powerful, and countless soldiers are recruited, and the permanent army is incredible combat power," said the Fire Knight lightly: "But who has the right to recruit them?"

Nekolai's mood sank, and a bottomless chill hit his heart.

He remembered Ullad's words at the beginning: Someone was trying to assassinate His Majesty.

"What do you mean?" he asked seriously, his tone unconsciously feeling anxious.

It is impossible. The strongest hand-blade guards are by His Majesty. Everyone has super skills and rich experience, and the awareness of willingness to sacrifice their lives. Even the wrath of the kingdom is impossible...

With such a small amount of troops, I dare...What exactly do Lomba want to do?

The eyes of Nicolle and Tuleha intersected in the air, as if sparks were about to burst into pieces.

"It means you don't have to worry about this."

The black sand-collared knight had no expression on his face: "Exter will soon welcome a new life."

Necolle forced himself to calm down.

"Insider, right?" The Meteor clamped his knife tightly.

He said coldly: "How long have you planned? You can bring two thousand people into Longxiao City... No matter whether it is the chaos caused by disasters or a mere gang leader, they are far from being able to do this - who else have you bribed?"

General garrison Resden? Even Prime Minister Lisbane?

But Tuleha did not answer his question again.

"Grievo," the Fire Knight turned to the lame veteran with a respectful expression: "I have heard of your name, and I know that you have always been dissatisfied with the rule of the Walton family..."

Necolle frowned slightly.

But Grivo's reaction was faster than he thought.

"Needless to say," Grivo exhaled and said lightly: "I do not like that Nunn, and our king is indeed a bastard..."

Tuleha's eyes lit up: "Then you..."

"But, Chaman Rumba?" Grivo did not give him a chance to interrupt. The veteran showed his yellow teeth, and the street gangster smiled like a chubby.

"Although I'm poor and miserable, I don't know a few words, but I'm a northerner at least."

"Even if you are dissatisfied with your king, you will not lead your troops into the capital," Grivo's tone became colder and colder: "I will not sell my loyalty to a traitor who is a parent-killer or a traitor who is borne by the emperor at a low price."

The Fire Knight showed regret and lowered his head and sighed.

"Seldom can understand the painstaking efforts and persistence of the Lord Lord," Tuleha raised his head and said seriously, as if he had not heard Grivo's sarcasm: "But believe me, his efforts and sacrifices, and even everything he did not understand for the world, is for the future of Exeter and for the future of the North."

Grivo spat on the ground, looking disgusted.

"For the sake of the Grand Duke, I also took advantage of the disaster to kill my brother. When civilians were bleeding, they came to fight for power, profit and gain advantage?"

The veteran said viciously:

"What future can such a ruler bring to the Northerners?"

Tuleha did not speak.

On the side, Ullard shook his braids all over his head, with a sinister expression:

"Maybe we shouldn't waste our time anymore."

The boss of the Jian District Market whistled, his eyes were entertaining:

"According to the order of the Grand Duke, if they cannot deceive them, they must implement Plan B."

"It may hurt a little." Ulad said gloomyly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

It's like the balance of the balance is broken.

Tuleha nodded slowly: "You know, Lord Lord, I really want to fight you."

"To make up for my regret for not being able to kill the Sword of Light."

"Then you have to get what you want today. Those two blows in the snow are really not satisfying enough." Necolle pulled his sword in his hand and replied lightly.

Necolle's eyes swept over the patrol members.

Fortunately, there were not many soldiers in the Black Sand Corps, less than a quarter of them, and most of them were just the mobs under Ullad.

Relying on the ruins, you may be able to deal with it.
To be continued...