Chapter 498 Chapter 155 Blood of Madness


Chapter 498 155. Blood of Madness

Everything comes from the blood of Monta Bullock.

In other words, crazy blood.

The gray-robed mage talked about the ancient origins of the Montabourlock family, and Annan took the time to look into the distance. The movements of everyone on the battlefield seemed to be frozen, with only the bullets fired from the gun barrels keeping the movement, but as slowly as Martin walking towards Aunt Susan after getting into trouble.

Will touching the bullet change its trajectory at this time?

The Montabourlock family is a faded golden family - the ancestors of the Mad Dog Archduke once came out of Wilhelm just like the Montreal family.

It's just that their fate is exactly the opposite. The Montreal gold family, known as the barbarians, established a fortress on the hills of Montreal and held steady. The radical Montabourlock gold family went all the way north. The price was that their ancestors were tainted by the blood of demons.

So the golden blood gave them power, and the demon blood cursed them to madness.

Not so far away two hundred years ago, the Archduke at that time provoked his neighboring countries - the price was to become a vassal of the Tatooine Empire, and then became harmless like a wild boar degenerating into a swine.

Now, the crazy Mad Dog Archduke has begun to frighten the nobles, so they try to prevent the disaster that will happen next.

Annan half believed it - Mad Dog Grand Duke was indeed not a normal person.

He can also ask Girardi for the remaining half.

"Are you on the side of the nobles?" Annan asked the gray-robed mage.

“No.”

“You can’t side with the Mad Dog Archduke.”

"I am neither." The Gray Robe Mage said calmly, "I just want Mad Blood to no longer be able to control this land."

It seems that there is a story behind the Gray Robe Mage...

"I have a question." Annan stared at the gray-robed mage seriously: "The Mad Dog Archduke drove away tens of thousands of civilians, and you didn't do anything during this period?"

"... Gilles' death will Save more people."

"The Mad Dog Archduke is wrong... You are not innocent either," Annan said coldly, the gray robe mage's statement seemed ridiculous - they were not qualified to say that.

It is false to save more people, but it is true to let the nobles regain control of the principality.

“And I don’t want to redeem him.”

“Redemption?”

“Being killed by a curse without pain...isn’t that redemption?”

"The choice is yours." The gray-robed mage was silent for a while, and his figure began to fade. "Do you want to end his sins at this moment, or do you want the devil's blood to continue to go crazy..."

As the gray robe mage disappeared, Annan and the dean returned to the battlefield.

The dean's forbidden magic domain still enveloped the camp, and the musketeers overwhelmingly harvested the cavalry that rushed within 200 yards.

“I don’t choose any of them.”

Annan whispered to himself: “Everyone has to pay the price for what he has done.”

Annan Do not accept the moral kidnapping of the gray robe mage, because he and the nobles behind him are not qualified. As for the so-called "prophecy"... Annan has never believed that the future that changes at any time can be accurately understood - even Ilimoyasi's artifact, Apocalypse Forecast, can only predict major events about the holder.

The goddess of destiny is not a girl who will let the wind blow up her skirt. Even if the gods lose contact, they still have a profound impact on the continent of Allen.

Dean Blehim gave the cursed crystal to Annan.

In any case, the gray-robed mage should stand by and watch the rest of the war.

There should be hundreds of civilians around the camp, but they hid or fled the camp as soon as the portal opened. When there were three minutes left in the portal, Annan no longer wasted time and let the Musketeers begin to retreat, letting Elimoas fall down and climb on the dragon's back.

As the last musketeer stepped into the portal, Annan removed the magic power and disappeared into the night sky with Ilimoyas.

The remaining soldiers on the ground belatedly rushed into the messy camp.

......

"How dare he...how dare!"

The Mad Dog Archduke's voice echoed in the hall like a strong wind. His face was contorted with anger, and the gorgeous dress on his body seemed to become a surging shadow, casting twisted and grotesque shadows. His anger splashed to the gray-robed mage aside: "What are you doing!"

"I'm worried this is a bait...an epic mage is following him."

"Forget it...just some untouchables."

The Mad Dog Archduke suppressed his boiling anger. He just cared that his elite didn't stop them, and didn't even recover a spear... It was like being slapped in the face with a whip.

"Mr. Dar, what do you think we should do next?"

"Siege Free City." The gray-robed mage's expression was profound and peaceful: "The people of Free City, which has accepted a large number of untouchables, Food won’t last long. As long as we block the sea, it will become a new hell.”

Mad Dog Archduke really wanted to see the "hell" described by the gray-robed mage: "When?"

"Before the rainy season comes."

"...It's been too long."

The gray-robed mage said: "Then let's fight quickly...to establish the prestige of the Mad Dog Archduke."

The Mad Dog Archduke was smiling at first, and then his smile gradually disappeared.

...

The mansions are crowded, the houses are crowded, the taverns and rooms are crowded, and even the campsites and shacks that have not been demolished in the suburbs are crowded.

Free City finally looks like a city now, but the price is...

“We have no money?!”

Annan took the gift from Ingrid Financial revenue and expenditure, as if being hypnotized, dizzy: "Have you designed an encrypted text?"

"This is the common language."

"Then why can't I understand a word?"

Ingrid took back the financial revenue and expenditure: "We are acquiring orichalcum and a large amount of materials , while building streets, houses, mage towers, farmland in the north, vineyards in the west, ports in the east, and coastal streets in the south. "

There are too many places to spend money, and too few channels to make money.

Annan was still surprised by these expenses, and Ingrid continued: "I suggest raising taxes in Liberty City."

Leila passed by the corridor carrying a fishing rod.

“I remember other towns had the same taxes as us.”

“Business tax is like this, but they charge five to nine percent agricultural tax.”

English Grete said there was only one commercial tax, and Annan thought she was too strict. When she said that the agricultural tax could be charged at most nine cents, Annan felt that the commercial tax was indeed too low.

"It is clear that businessmen are the ones who make the most money..."

"Behind the merchants are the nobles, and of course they will not attack themselves."

Annan thoughtfully said: "But let's forget it...no matter the merchants or farmers. After all, even if we increase the tax to one hundred I can’t get much money now. I’ll figure it out.”

“That’s what you said.”

But I don’t know about the conversation between Annan and Ingrid. Why did it get spread?

The citizens of Liberty City talked happily: "Have you heard, taxes are going to be increased."

The citizens unanimously believe that the current taxes are too low. How does the City Lord's Mansion support itself?

It was only the city lord's palace that later refuted the rumor, which made them both happy and regretful: the news about increasing taxes was just a discussion.

The young city lord always makes the citizens worried——

(End of this chapter)

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