Not long after he moved in, Old Bank performed many divination predictions on the current situation. The prophetic wizard mastered many kinds of tricks and could make predictions through cards, dice, starry sky, etc.
Of course, the predicted results are often very vague. Old Bank has thirty or forty years of experience in interpreting vague information. But today, no matter how he divines, there is no information.
Good, bad, nothing at all.
Something unprecedented.
It was as if some unknown existence had forcibly washed away the future.
Old Bank put away the fortune-telling cards in his hand, and there was a knock on the door. Zhou Qingfeng came in from outside, followed by Adrian. He quickly stood up and asked why he came.
"Your Excellency, do you need me to do anything?"
Zhou Qingfeng nodded, grabbed a chair in the room and sat down, "Sir Bank, I have a task that requires your assistance."
Old Bank listened quietly.
"I'm going to kill Phils Longlegs."
Zhou Qingfeng stared closely into Old Bank's eyes, releasing his mental power and freezing the air. Adrian stood beside him, seemingly casual, but actually on guard.
Old Bank's eyelids twitched, and his old face showed a bit of surprise. He was like a rotten tree sitting in a simple house, blending in with the black and gray world.
Rolling his eyes, Old Bank sighed and said, "Sir Hugo, you learn so fast.
They should be so ruthless and ferocious towards the fallen nobles. Only by completely cutting off any escape route and exerting coercion and fear at all times will they surrender like dogs.
You walked quickly for a day and pulled me near the Banshee Castle, and then ordered me to deal with my own nephew. What a wonderful idea!"
This was both self-deprecating and teasing, and even more bitter. But Zhou Qingfeng sat down unmoved. Instead, a halfling wanderer appeared at the door of the room and wiped his neck towards Old Bank.
Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the door, but the halfling had already moved away. He looked at Old Bank again, "Do you know why that halfling hates you so much, even hates you?"
Old Bank shook his head, "I don't know, the Long-Legs family has offended too many people in Cold Wind City. We didn't care about such little people in the past."
Adrian whispered from behind, "The halfling was not mute originally. He liked to dance and sing in the market, and made friends everywhere. He lived a very happy life.
But one day he unsuspectingly made a friend of a long-legged man. For fun, the noble man melted a gold coin and poured it into his throat. From then on, he could no longer speak."
The halfling wanderer poked half of his head out of the door, and Old Bank looked at him, filled with hatred. But he showed no guilt at all.
"This kind of thing happens very often. It happens all the time. Weakness is the original sin. Too many people have suffered and suffered."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled instead, "What now?" He repeated, "I want to kill Phils. Long Legs. Are you willing to help?"
Weakness is a kind of original sin. Even breathing is wrong for a weak person. No one cares about it, no one has mercy on it, just like chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, they are dealt with at will by the superiors.
Old Bank was silent for a long time. Before taking refuge, he thought that Hugo might welcome him with great courtesy. With his ability and background, it should be easy for him to rise to the position.
If Victor Hugo is driven back to the Black Forest, he will definitely rely more on Old Bank, who has extensive connections, in the difficult situation.
This is a strategy of 'advance to attack, retreat to defend'. Old Bank can completely unite with Phils Longlegs outside the Black Forest, travel among the various forces in the North, fight both ways, and then revive the family.
but......
Old Bank raised his head and stared at the young lord in front of him with his dim eyes. He said in a low and hoarse voice: "You are trying to cut off my retreat.
The nobles of the North call you the 'Monster of the Black Forest'. That's a right nickname. I just proposed to deal with the Holden family, and you dealt with me in the blink of an eye.
I have read the deeds of kings throughout the ages and have seen countless conspiracies and cunning. You have the potential to become a wise king. When it is time to be ruthless, you really do not hesitate."
Zhou Qingfeng laughed and said happily: "I look forward to the day when they call me 'The Unexplainable Man-Eating Demon King'. This nickname sounds more exciting."
After finishing speaking, Zhou Qingfeng stood up and walked out of the room without stopping.
The halfling outside the house was holding a light crossbow and staring at Old Bank with a fierce look in his eyes.
Adrian did not follow and left, but instead pulled out a short sword and said, "I heard that prophecy wizards are very difficult to kill. I want to try it today."
Just by the sound of breathing, Old Bank heard people around the room where he stayed.
There are at least two strong orcs standing behind the wooden wall of the room, and there is also a half-elf archer on the roof.
Mahan holding a tower shield should be outside the door. The necromancer Mondino is hiding somewhere unknown, but the ghost he summoned is already wandering in the room.
Zhou Qingfeng stepped out of the room with one foot, and all he had to do was lift the other foot...
"Wait, Sir Hugo. I did not refuse your request."
Old Bank raised his voice and called out to the lord, "With your ruthlessness, the Butch family's winning rate will be reduced by another 10%."
"You talk so much nonsense, I thought you had already rejected it." Zhou Qingfeng chuckled, "Winning rate? If it is reduced by 10%, it will still be 60%. You still think that my enemy has a good chance of winning."
"This is an overestimation of your strength." Old Bank stood up and stopped talking nonsense. "Fiers also doesn't trust the Butcher family very much. He does not live in the Banshee Castle, but outside the city.
's manor.
I still arranged the defense of that manor, and all the magic warnings were set by me myself. I know where the manor's weaknesses are, and I have influence on many people in the family.
It can only be said that my nephew's fate is not good. Not only does he have to live under someone else's roof, he also faces betrayal all the time. But this is lucky for you. With me here, it will be much easier for you to get rid of Phils."
Everyone inside and outside the room was dumbfounded. Everyone cursed in their hearts - this old dog is so thick-skinned and can change his face so quickly. He turns around freely without any stagnation. He is worthy of being an old nobleman.
Zhou Qingfeng was also surprised. He looked back and called out: "Sofia, come and talk to Old Bank and ask for the information about Phils Long Legs' residence. We are going to visit him tonight."
The book charm emerged from mid-air, indicating that it was obeying the order.
Old Bank was surprised again, "Sir Hugo, there is no need for you to be so distrustful of me. I can definitely work with you to get rid of Phils."
But Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "It doesn't take many people to kill Phils. Besides, it's not good to let blood relatives kill each other face to face. I have another task for you.
Bishop has just taken over Fog Town with thousands of troops, and tomorrow he will face off against Lehman and the remnants of the Minos family. I don't want him to win too easily.
You and Adrian go and burn the logistics supplies for these thousands of people. The expressions of the Baron's men will be very wonderful if they know that they have no food to eat."
Old Bank's mouth opened wide, as if he could spit out a toad. He didn't expect that Zhou Qingfeng was so bold that more than 40 people sneaked into the Banshee Castle and actually split into two groups.
Go all the way to kill Phils.Long Legs, and go all the way to burn Bishop's logistics.
If this is successful, the situation will really open up.