"Your Excellency has come here just for you. Aren't you going to say something before leaving?" Garros said coldly, his right hand unknowingly touching the two-handed sword behind his back.
Aslan looked at Garros with interest. He didn't know much about Garros in his previous life. He only knew that he was a greedy guy who was always recruiting troops. Unfortunately, he offended the Marquis of Medea.
The reason why she is still alive is because Marquis Medea reached a critical moment in her research on a certain magic item, and she was unwilling to waste time in front of a little guy like Garros, which led to today's scene.
As long as the research on that thing is completed, Marquis Medea will definitely settle the score.
"You think too highly of yourself. The teacher has been very busy recently. She has a very crucial research that she cannot get away from for the time being. Once her research is finished, it will be time to settle old scores." Aslan said with a mocking look on his face.
Hearing Aslan's outspoken contempt, Garros suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand.
"Boy, you have the guts! Even if your senior brother came over, you wouldn't dare to talk to me like this."
Garros's hand holding the sword tightened, and he was filled with anger, but the reason in his heart told him that he must not touch the person in front of him.
"Then I'll say it again, you heard me clearly."
Aslan opened his mouth slightly and said word by word: "I said you treat yourself too much as a toy. If you want to die, just keep playing."
Garros almost exploded with anger. This was such an insult.
"You pissed me off."
Arthur and Lancelot quickly stood in front of Aslan. If a fight broke out later, they would fight with their lives to give Aslan a chance to escape.
"Haha, you dare to touch me! You have to think carefully. The teacher is very busy now, so he doesn't want to escalate the incident. But if you touch me, the incident will be exactly the same. For the sake of the noble's face and the magister's reputation, she
I will definitely do it myself. Can your ruined fortress be able to block the magic of the magister? I'm looking forward to it."
Aslan's expression did not change, he still had that slender look, and he had an exciting feeling that he was the villain's boss.
Garros walked towards Aslan step by step, dragging the big sword in his hand on the ground, drawing a long ravine.
Arthur's face was tense, and the shield in his left hand was firmly guarding Aslan, ready to deal with Garros' attack at any time.
"Oh, do you want to attack me? I'm looking forward to it. The distance here should be almost the same."
After Aslan finished speaking, he deliberately looked in the direction he came from.
Garros was instantly startled, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly retreated, hiding behind the crowd.
He once saw a magician attack a swordsman several hundred meters away with an ice arrow. The swordsman had no chance to react and was instantly killed.
Aslan laughed very loudly.
"Eight percent of the income, this is my bottom line. Think about it carefully. I will lead an army and a dozen magicians over tomorrow. I hope you will cooperate with me. If you can't satisfy me, then I can only
Attacked, as for the city of Kes, I believe he will not start a war with the city of Billy over a dead man, and will return this fortress to them when the time comes."
Garros's face was ashen and he shouted angrily: "Isn't it ten percent?"
"That's the bottom line, but in order to increase my weight in the teacher's mind, I naturally have to press a little harder." Aslan said matter-of-factly.
"Oh! You don't really believe those senior brothers and sisters of mine!"
Aslan looked at Garros with a caring look on his face.
"They only have administrative power, but they have no military power or restrictions beyond Billy City. You still expect them to help you. Apart from selling you some information, what can they do? Outside of Billy City, I have the final say.
It doesn’t matter even if you can withstand my attack, can you beat the magic army in Billy City?"
Aslan's every word was as painful as a knife stabbing his chest. The smooth sailing over the years had made him a little swollen, and he suddenly came to his senses after Aslan's words.
Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.
Only then did Garros remember that he was just a buffer zone between the two behemoths of Billy City and Texas City.
No matter which side makes a small move, everything he has accumulated over the years can be wiped out.
The strength of the Garros Bandit Group is indeed very strong in front of a family or a single force. However, it is insignificant in front of a main city.
"If I promise you, will your senior sister let me go?" Garros said through gritted teeth.
He wanted to compromise, but the situation at hand didn't allow it.
Kes City disagrees, and neither does the mayor of Billy City. If he offends both parties, his end will not be much better than what Aslan said.
Aslan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, patted Arthur on the shoulder, and motioned for him to get out of the way.
Looking at Garros' gloomy and uncertain face, Aslan said solemnly: "Actually, I want to talk to the person behind you about this matter because you don't have enough status."
As soon as these words came out, Garros' expression suddenly changed, but it did not escape Aslan's eyes.
Garros tried to hide his strangeness with laughter.
"The person behind me? Even if you are a disciple of Marquis Medea, it is impossible to meet the provincial governor. Your identity is not enough?"
Facing Garros's ridicule, Aslan remained unmoved and said slowly: "Garros! You don't have to hide it anymore. I naturally have my own intelligence channels. You are not a robber in name only."
Garros suppressed the smile on his face, silently held the heavy sword stuck on the ground with his right hand, and said calmly: "Of course I am not a robber. I am a person arranged by the provincial governor to be here. In this regard, ordinary people
I don’t know. As a direct disciple of Marquis Medea, wouldn’t you know?”
Aslan looked directly into Garros's eyes and said solemnly: "You are rebels! The remnants of the rebels on the Gorlan Plateau!"
As soon as these words came out, not only Garros, but also the expressions of the bandits present suddenly changed, and they subconsciously formed a fighting formation.
With just this simple instinctive reaction, Aslan was basically certain that they were the rebels on the Gorland Plateau.
Only those who have experienced the test of life and death on the battlefield can develop this kind of fighting instinct.
The heavy sword in Garros' hand was raised directly, and he was about to slash towards Aslan.
But before his heavy sword could be slashed out, Aslan's mage hand was faster, and he didn't even sing.
A large transparent hand came to Garros in an instant.
Although he couldn't see it, Garros still instinctively raised the epee horizontally to block.
Bang!
The heavy sword collided with the mage's hand, causing a harsh metal collision.
The power of the mage's hand depends entirely on the magician's mental power and control of the elements.