Chapter 82 Substitute Marquis
The enemy is so terrifying. If he is really asked to go up and be questioned, wouldn’t it be like letting him fall into the tiger’s mouth and die?
The Marquis of Bossier looked gloomy, but the dignitaries and slave traders who had come over to court him were all looking at him with incomprehensible eyes.
Marquis Bossier has a feeling that even if he refuses here, he will probably be sent up by this group of people in a favor.
After all, the strength of the assassins who raided the city lord's palace was obvious to all, and the two original guards around him, the Marquis of Bossier, were all thrown into the street.
The only person he could rely on now was Aino, the chief of the Arms Department, who took the initiative to ask him to come forward and talk to the assassins in front of the formation.
This guy is also unreliable. He may still be thinking about sending him to death and dividing his assets with others.
Marquis Bossier began to sweat on his forehead. If he didn't come up with a suitable reason quickly to refuse this group of people's request to go forward and talk to the assassin, this group of guys who used to be like lapdogs might really Push yourself up, and I'm afraid I'm really going to die.
Wise out of desperation, an idea flashed in Marquis Bossier's mind, and he quickly said: "Hey, you stupid guys were all fooled by the assassins!"
"Eh? ”
Everyone who was about to push the Lord to send him away was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at Marquis Bossier with some doubts.
"My Lord Marquis, what do you say?"
Someone asked.
“If the assassin is as powerful as he appears, then why did he destroy our artillery?
And why didn’t he dare to directly attack our army and join a thousand troops? What about taking my head?”
Marquis Bossier pointed out two key points, and everyone felt that they made sense.
"Is there a possibility that the assassin is really not an assassin, but a person who really came to ask the Marquis a question?"
Suddenly someone said this, and everyone looked at the young noble who spoke. go.
After seeing who it was, many people showed disdain.
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be little Thracian. Hey, there are just as many simple people as there are simple fathers."
Someone sarcastically said.
Once in this slave city, someone proposed to liberate the slaves in the city, believing that doing population business was something that violated human ethics and was not good for a city.
On the contrary, if slaves can be liberated, let them enter factories, and be paid to work and create value, this city will be made greater.
Of course, the person who made such unconventional remarks died. His son inherited the position of baron, but he was never liked by the Marquis of Bossier.
Others also tacitly rejected this family who had made strange remarks, and nicknamed them the family in the hothouse.
This is not a compliment, but it means that the people in this family are mentally ill and want to free slaves.
“My Lord Marquis, is this impossible?”
Seeing that Marquis Bossier was also unimpressed, the young noble immediately argued.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. There is only one reason why the assassin did not break in, and that is that he is also afraid of our power."
Marquis Bossier waved his hand and said directly The coffin was finalized, but looking at the still somewhat stubborn young master of the Thracian family, he suddenly had an idea.
"However, since you are willing to believe that the assassin is not an assassin, how about you pretend to be me and talk to that assassin?"
"But I am not you."
"It doesn't matter. That assassin doesn’t know who I am. “
“In other words, young Thracian young man, you just talk about it, but you don’t actually think so, just like your talkative father. Same?"
Someone said again.
"I won't allow you to insult my father!"
"Then, are you willing to talk to the assassin on behalf of the Marquis?"
"Go!"
"Master..."
The old butler beside the young noble was a little flustered. He wanted to say something but was scolded by Marquis Bossier.
"Master is talking, how dare you, a servant, interrupt?"
"Marquis, please forgive my butler, he is just caring about me." "If you don't care about it, I won't go over it either. You punish him.
How do you want to prove to others that you are not a frivolous person?”
“I will prove it, Lord Marquis, and I am willing to go and talk to you on your behalf. That person talks.”
Seeing that Cassim Thrace was willing to be his substitute, Marquis Bossier was very satisfied.
Although the people of the Thrace family are a little too upright in their thinking, they are still very loyal.
"Master, we will go with you. If the assassin wants to harm you, we can cover your retreat."
There are only a few armed guards, but these people are willing The young master who protects his family, the former Thracian baron, was kind to them by liberating slaves.
“If you can successfully dissuade the assassin, I will reward you.”
The Marquis of Bossier also wrote a blank check and promised.
However, before the opponent left and walked towards the formation, the Marquis of Bossier asked the chief of the Department of Armament: "Do you still have the artillery carried by the army?"
"How many spare ones are there? , but the arrangement will take some time."
"Good, now. Go ahead and set it up. If the assassin really comes out to talk, after the artillery is set up, aim at him and fire a sneak attack."
The chief of the Armament Department was no longer surprised by the lower limit of his own conduct, the Marquis. After making a sound, he went to order his subordinates to deploy new artillery.
Although he saw Broly not taking bullet attacks seriously, Marquis Bossier still had confidence in his own power.
After all, there is a qualitative gap between the power of artillery and the power of bullets. There are some dangerous species in the wild that can block bullets and have thick flesh. However, the only ones that can block artillery are super dangerous species. .
Even a super dangerous species will be injured or even killed if hit head-on by artillery.
Obviously, the scene where Broly received the cannonball just now took place in the city lord's palace.
The Marquis outside did not see it, otherwise he would not be so confident.
"Your Excellency, the Marquis!"
Hearing Marquis Bossier's remarks, a group of flattering dignitaries and slave traders quickly praised him, as if they were not the ones who just wanted to force them to talk to the assassin.
Seeing this, Marquis Bossier smiled on his face, but snorted coldly in his heart, and decided to deal with these guys who acted according to the circumstances in the future.
The troops on the street have stopped attacking, and Broly has stopped throwing things towards them. He is sitting at the gap in the crater-filled wall on the third floor of the city lord's palace, waiting for a group of people below. , seems like a choice made by someone who is afraid of him.
Not long after, a small team came out of the passage given by the army. The person being protected in the middle of the team was a young nobleman who was not very luxuriously dressed. The gate stopped about ten meters away.
He raised his head, his voice a little nervous, and shouted to Broly, who was sitting on the edge of the gap on the third floor: "I am Marquis Bossier. If you have any questions you want to ask me, you can just ask them, as long as I know them, I will tell you everything.”
His heel kicked the wall, and the moment the wall shattered, Broly hit the middle of the small team below.
The speed was too fast and no one could react. By the time they did, the people guarding Thrace had some stress reactions.
Those who hold swords hold swords, and those who draw guns draw guns.
“Don’t move, don’t move at all, don’t be nervous, we are just here to have a conversation.”
Cassim Thrace quickly raised his hand and shouted to stop the people around him from making any further movements.
"Finally a sensible person has come."
Broly was very happy about this.
"If you have any questions, please ask."
"Since you are sensible, I will ask directly. Well, you will not come to Green and his bookstore. Is it troublesome?”
Broly asked directly.
As soon as this question came up, the face of the young Marquis across from him became a little stiff.
"Your Excellency, may I ask, who is Green?"
After a moment of silence, Cassim Thrace asked.
(End of this chapter)