"Powell, Powell."

Johnson came out of the inspection office in the west of the city, disguised himself as a civilian, and trotted all the way back to the magic hut hidden in the noble area of ​​the city. He called on his companion's name in a fussy manner, eagerly.

The Spy was sitting lazily on the cushion in the house, with Johnson's subordinates behind him. Two long-legged assassins were staring at him. He was trapped in the cottage, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

Looking at the bottle on the table, he had been drinking alone for a long time.

When the illusionist came back, Powell replied ignorantly, "What's wrong?"

"You can't guess what I saw in the Patrol Office?"

Johnson seemed to have investigated some shocking secret and grabbed Powell's hand, "Victor Hugo is too sinister and cunning. He played with the people of the entire Cold Wind City."

Powell poured himself another cup and sneered: "This is also news? If it weren't for the Lord's trouble, why would we have to hide from each other?"

Johnson ignored the other party's teasing and continued, "Damn Hugo has arranged hundreds of infantry soldiers in the inspection office. I think their training is much better than that of ordinary nobles."

The lords are big and small. The small lords are often a granted knight, and their territory is a village, with a population of about a hundred households. It would be good to have two servants and five serf soldiers out to fight for half a month without going hungry.

A lord like Zhou Qingfeng who has raised a large number of full-time craftsmen and has several thousand troops can already sweep a city area.

"I also met many wizard knights and adventurers from other families. These shameless guys rush to abandon their oaths and secretly surrender to the new master."

Johnson spoke with anger.

Powell looked like 'you only know', "Hugo has money, how many forces can withstand his poaching? This is a big reshuffle, and people who have no way out will naturally surrender."

Johnson was even more resentful and felt a little happy, "Hugo's power is strong enough. No matter how he did it, his power is indeed strong enough.

The Arad family, Lehman family, Minos family in the city, these damn rebels drove away the long-legged family, but now the disaster is coming. I really want to see their regretful expressions."

Powell rolled his eyes at this and nodded rarely, "You are right, the powerful people in the city can't sit still. Ask you that stupid bird."

"You are stupid, you are the poor man." The demon pet owl on the bird stand opened his mouth, grabbing a few rolls of paper and landing on the master's head.

Johnson grabbed the paper roll and glanced quickly, and asked in surprise: "The news I just got? Is it accurate?"

"You trap me here and I can't do anything."

Powell was pulled into the water by Johnson and was almost under house arrest in the Illusion House. "I can only send your magic pet to contact several families with the remaining forces in the city.

Hugo quickly fought back the sneak attack from the Changle Family and humiliatedly hung the enemy's corpse. The stupid untouchables in the city naturally cheered for it, but the real nobles could not tolerate this.

Old Arad is mobilizing the power within his family, but nearly half of the knights rejected his recruitment. Several chiefs of the wizard group tried to gather disciples, but nearly half of them could not contact him.

Hugo's invasion is really too powerful. Open competition, fair transactions, and unlimited knowledge dissemination. The patriarchs and chiefs of each family must not be able to control the situation.

Everything Hugo gave was honey with poison, which made people willingly poisoned. If they didn't want to die of poison, the only antidote was to get rid of him.

The powerful and powerful in the city finally realized the real danger and were willing to join forces to eliminate Victor and Hugo first. This is the only consensus reached in the past six months. However, they are still arguing about how to do it."

With Powell's description, Johnson read the scroll of paper in his hand again.

In the Wizard's Tower, several chiefs are discussing secretly.

In the past, only five of the eight chiefs can sit together. Only half of the wizard group with more than thirty people can gather.

The cooperation with "Ruoqiang Leader" started with happiness, but ended with anger.

The chiefs all felt the pain in their skin. They took it for granted that Hugo, like himself, regarded the secrets of magic as treasures and would never be exposed easily.

But Hugo has established an open library and taught publicly. In just half a year, the power generated by monopolizing knowledge was easily disintegrated.

This is not a person all the way.

The chiefs condemned Victor Hugo's evil for a while, and turned to counting the manpower that could still be controlled firmly, and were ready to take out the tricks at the bottom of the box to fight.

After a calculation, Rao, chief of Solar, cursed: "Damn Hugo, half of the people we can use, but through various transactions, magical supplies such as scrolls, were twice as many."

Change Chief Piero shouted affirmatively: "Our strength has improved a lot in the past six months, and it may not be impossible to fight. Fight Hugo to death, the knowledge he has mastered is everyone."

Knowledge, knowledge, and what wizards value most is knowledge.

This is like a bet, and the leaders of the secret talks add chips to their trump cards. If they don’t add them at this time, they won’t add them in the future.

Compared to the "friendly" atmosphere between the wizard chief, the city lord's mansion occupied by the Arad family is much more manic. Old Arad called out more than a dozen of his mortal enemies and everyone discussed how to deal with the current dilemma.

"I can also assemble six family wizards, fifty knights, and three hundred armed attendants. As for the serf soldiers, those are useless."

Old Arad suddenly pressed his hands on the oval long table, leaned over and stared at the dozen former colleagues at the table, today's enemies and allies, shouting fiercely:

"In the past, the long-legged family was just trying to squeeze us. Victor Hugo wanted us to disappear."

In the gloomy room, there were only a few candlesticks lit at the table. The bursting sound of Old Arad made the candlelight tremble, enduring his extreme anger.

The move to hang the corpse of the long-legged knight was a turning point. It helped Victor Hugo win the hearts of the people and attracted the support of neutral forces, but also gave the powerful and powerful people in the city a heavy blow, awakening them from their dreams.

Pheles' long legs will not let go of the rebellion of Hanfeng City, while Victor Hugo is coveting the entire Hanfeng City.

It would be strange if the powerful people who chose to rebel did not regret it. They all forgot why they betrayed the long-legged family. Now they only hate Victor Hugo.

Faced with the threat of Old Alad, Minos's patriarch also slapped the table and cursed: "How come the Arad family has only fifty knights?"

It would be fine if I didn't mention this, but it made Old Arad even more angry. "What? Do you want to have another fight? This is all my family's foundation. Do you dare to say that your family has not been eroded? How many troops can you mobilize?"

This question made everyone present look ashamed and annoyed. After a collection, the powerful could only gather twenty or thirty family wizards, one hundred forty or fifty knights, and armed attendants could reach thousands.

But this is a big drop in the strongest period.

Statistics made the heads of the clans sad. Old Arad yelled again: "You can't drag it down any longer. Hugo is like a dose of chronic poison. If we don't resist, we will have no chance."

"How should we act?" a patriarch of a small family asked a key question.

"Gather the team and directly besiege the 'Rich and Strong Leader'." Minos' patriarch suggested.

"Ko Victor Hugo's whereabouts are uncertain. He seems to be in the Wizard Tower in the city recently."

"Then let's join forces with the wizards to do it."

"Winning, do we have to give half of the results to the Wizard Chief?"

"In theory, it's a part."

"So how many can we divide?"

"Isn't it ridiculous to talk about the results of the battle now?"

"So who will command this operation?"

"Of course it's me."

"Why cement?"

"You idiots are still worried about this when they are about to die?"
Chapter completed!