Davis was pressed against the cold wall. He wanted to call for the guards, but his mouth was shut down by the big man in front of him, and he couldn't make a sound. The few big men in front of him looked like robbers, and they were indeed robbers.
Bandits, they are Norscan raiders, and the leader is the "mercenary" who followed Rhodes during the day.
Celta wore a sharp ax on his waist, had striped tattoos on his face, and his arms were thicker than Alderman Davis’s thighs. Several Norscan raiders sneaked into the Alderman’s residence at night, like arresting
The chicken usually blocks him in a corner.
"Don't you know who we are? Little devil."
Celta said in a low voice. The shining dagger pressed against the soft spot on Davis' crotch. The mayor shivered under a group of terrifying robbers. He was afraid that as long as the robber was a little more crazy,
He can never be a man in this life.
"What do you want? Gold? Girls? I can give you whatever you want."
Davis said in a trembling voice. He was in the study. Normally, no one could come in without his order. But now, how much he hoped that a fool could break in blankly, so that he could make a loud noise.
If you shout, the guards of the mansion will be able to detect the danger. However, this is impossible. These people who dare to break in here have figured out everything here.
"coward."
Davis' inquiry did not receive any reply. On the contrary, several tough men jeered disdainfully. They looked at the panicked imperial officials with expressions of satisfaction on their faces, as if they were playing toys for entertainment.
"We don't want anything. We just want that worm under your crotch so that you can take it back and feed it to the wolves. My wolves are hungry."
The leading Norscan raider smiled and took the dagger one step closer.
"Ah...no...no...a thousand gold crowns! Oh, no, two thousand! Please don't do it!"
The sharp dagger was pressed against Davis' skin, and he could feel the coldness under his crotch. He almost cried and begged the big men to show mercy.
"Hmph, gold. Sure enough, a weak worm is sleeping on the pile of gold left by your ancestors."
Celta laughed again. As he spoke, he held Davis's neck with one hand, like a young goose.
"Remember this, if you make things difficult for Lord Rhodes again in the future, I guarantee that you will never be a man in your life. You will never touch a woman again."
Celta threatened. He put down his harsh words and immediately threw away the alderman in his hand. Davis slipped away from the corner in horror and sat on the ground. He watched several Norscans swaggering out of his room.
Walking out of the door, he finally knew what happened at night.
After the "savages" left for more than ten minutes, he shouted heartbreakingly - "Guards! Damn guards, all come here!"
"Sir? What are you doing?..."
The housekeeper was the first to rush in and asked his little master in horror what had happened.
Snapped……
What was waiting for him was a loud slap in the face.
"Damn it! Are you eating shit? There are more than twenty people, let a group of robbers sneak in and out without noticing? What is the use of raising a bunch of trash like you? I might as well raise a dog!
"
He cursed loudly and became angry. All the grievances he felt just now were vented on these personal attendants. The butler was even beaten.
Before they could figure out what was going on, they were beaten and kicked by their master.
"Rhode! Tell me where that Rod Lawn is! I'm going to kill him!"
Davis shouted angrily. His angry shouts echoed throughout the mansion. Even the maids in the kitchen trembled when they heard it. They had never seen their master so angry. Usually,
If you are even slightly dissatisfied, you will be scolded. But what happened today that made the alderman so furious?
"Rhode? Uh... Sir, who is Rhodes?"
Since Davis met a lot of people every day, people who wanted to talk to him for connections had to queue up every day, and the housekeeper couldn't remember who Rod he was talking about.
"It's that Kislev guy, that wild man from the north!"
Davis yelled. He gritted his teeth and his veins bulged. No one had ever dared to threaten him like this. He was the nephew of Lord Oost, and Lord Wolfenburg was his grandfather. He was born noble, but today he was
For a man to threaten his life with a knife, this is unimaginable and a great shame.
"Oh, you're talking about the Lord of Blackhammer Castle, right?"
The butler answered tremblingly.
"Lord bullshit! Tell me, where is he now? Bring someone to tie him up immediately!"
Davis yelled. His roar could be heard throughout the villa.
"Sir, he...he has left..."
The butler whispered.
"Go? Where?"
"I have already left the city this afternoon. I don't know where I am going..."
"Impossible! His people haven't left yet, how did he leave?"
"I don't know about this..."
The butler answered in a very low voice, so low that even he could hardly hear him.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Davis continued to yell angrily.
"Didn't you see that several savages broke into my room and my house just now? Quickly, take people to search the streets and catch them!"
"Sir, what kind of savage is he?"
"Norsca, Norsca savages. Quick, go now! I want them dead! Die in front of me."
Davis ordered.
…
"Ale, mead, whiskey, brandy originating from Bretonnia, oh, thank you to my king, the king of white bears, this journey has been full of rewards!"
On the dark sea, the flying Giant was like a firefly, blooming faintly in the night sky. The two dozen Norscans accompanying it reveled on the deck, praising their great king and great new lord.
Rhodes opened the lid of the wine and joined them in the fun. It was just a few dozen barrels of wine, which was nothing compared to the harvest from this trip to the empire. The entire ship's cargo was sold off, making a total of a thousand gold crowns, which is quite a lot.
With half a year's income from Black Hammer Castle, Rhodes didn't mind sharing this little bit with his subordinates.
Several Norscan raiders booed and praised their new leader's generosity, and the atmosphere reached a climax.
"Brothers, pause for a moment and let me say a few words."
Rhodes stood up from the deck and stood among a group of Norscans. The laughter on the field gradually died down. When the leader speaks, his subordinates must listen, and listen carefully. This is the tradition of Norscan raiders.
"Brothers, from today on, don't call me White Bear King anymore. I'm not a White Bear, so..."
The hearty laughter of the Norscans came from all around. Rhodes made a quiet gesture, and the man immediately closed his mouth and listened quietly.
"So, I am not the King of the White Bear. You can call me my lord, or the lord of Black Hammer Castle. From today on, you are a member of Black Hammer Castle. You work under me and listen to my orders. Come,
Cheers to your lord."
Rhodes said loudly. And these Norscans did not refuse. They all picked up the wine bottles in their hands and drank it. They swore allegiance without saying much, but everyone knows that this is tradition, and the strong can do it.
Rule all. No matter who the person standing in front of them is, he is still their king, just with a different title.
"By the way, where are Celta, Nurba, and the others? Why didn't you see them?"
After drinking the hot wine, Rhodes glanced around, but suddenly found that there were a few people missing on the boat. Celta, he remembered that this guy followed him before setting off, but why was he missing now?
"Celta! Damn it, where are the people?"
Rhodes shouted again, but there was still no answer.