He originally thought he would die, but he hadn't fallen to the ground for a long time. The old man was wondering when he suddenly found himself being lifted up by an extremely gentle force, so he quickly opened his eyes.

I saw a stranger who wrapped himself in black standing beside me, his thick cloak covering his appearance, and the hand that pulled him back from the edge of death was extremely cold.

Like a dead person, there is no temperature.

"Who are you?!"

Cooge was a little surprised when he stared at the man in black who suddenly entered his sight.

In this Dem city, there are still people who dare to meddle in other people's business.

The city defense army knew him, and no one would be unable to get along with the nobles for one or two civilians.

From the beginning of someone intervening to turning a blind eye, this city can do whatever it takes if it is avoided by some great nobles and a few left-behind golden knights.

This person... openly opposes me, and is definitely an outsider.

Squinted his triangle eyes, Kuge carefully looked at the short man who was not tall but saved the old man in an instant.

Judging from the height of a human being, this kind of head is definitely not a warrior, but he used one hand to hold the old man who was heavier than himself.

Even if the cloak of black fell to the ground, it did not get any dust. It was obviously made of high-quality dustproof fabric.

Are the nobles who have money to use this kind of fabric?

No, not like.

The nobles do not care about the lives of the civilians, and they only value power.

"Boy, I want to see how capable you are and dare to meddle in the city of Dem." Take off your shirt and reveal your strong muscles. Cooge wants to teach this outsider a lesson to let him know who has the final say in the city.

"President..." Allen walked forward worriedly. He was not worried about Roland, but about these ignorant hooligans.

Because he had seen in Roland some kind of ferocity that was only when dealing with the dead.

This is not good. With the strength of General Ming Zhan, the result can be imagined.

It is still confidential that Tarasha has arrived in Luo Lian. If he has disclosed his whereabouts here... how can he explain to Andre later?

Even though he knew that he could not restrain Roland, Andre would scold him.

"Take them to Yizhak's mansion and say I'll ask." Pushing the old man who had just breathed over to Allen, Roland met Coog who was challenging him.

"But……"

"This is an order. I will go there on the Council. You and the guards are staying in the Grand Duke's Mansion and are not allowed to go out."

Taking off the cloak that was in the way, throwing it aside, facing the big guy who was three heads taller than himself in the standard President Tarasha attire, Roland raised her pale and slender hands; "Come on, I want you to know how to fully experience what pain, fear and despair are."

"Big Boy, look at me breaking your woman's thin wrist and neck together!!"

Cooge clamored and rushed forward, waving his thick fists to beat this guy who despises himself.

A rogue is always a rogue. If it were any knowledgeable mercenary, as long as he saw the mask representing his identity, he would immediately stop this behavior and provocation that was no different from suicide.

But Kug is the exclusive thug raised by the Pognar brothers. He bullied the civilians who had almost no resistance for many years, making this man live in the noble mansion all day long and dreamy. He has long forgotten the taverns and guilds that can collect various intelligences, so naturally he will not know who is standing in front of him.

"Hey!!"

The sound of bones being broken was particularly loud on the streets of Dem City at dusk. The group of hooligans following Coog were completely frightened by the scene in front of them, and they all stood in a daze, unable to say a word.

The attack of Coog, who was the most powerful among Pognar's men, was actually blocked by a small man three heads shorter than him.

And, just with one hand!!

"I...my hands!!" Cooge was sweating profusely, not just because of the pain.

He felt that the slender palm that pressed against his fists was extremely cold, as if the temperature of a dead person eroded the surface of his skin all the time, and the place he was touched was so painful that it was as if the entire epidermis had been torn apart.

Kneeling on the ground in pain, Kug's face was pale. Now he could no longer speak. His whole body was surrounded by the cold air that was transmitted from his palm to his body. The unbearable pain also wandered around his whole body.

Almost at the same time, the gangsters spread their legs, left Cooge lying on the street and began to run wildly, asking for help from where their master was.

"Is it painful?" Looking down at Coog, who had been tortured to death in just a short moment, a cold light shot out from Roland's mask; "What is this pain compared to those who have been tortured and trampled on by you."

"You... go quickly. If you are discovered by the Pognar brothers, the whole street will be affected by it." The old man endured the pain and pulled Alan to Roland, and walked to Roland. "You are a good person, but... you will only make those nobles even more cruel. Once you leave, the residents here will suffer extremely terrible revenge..."

Looking around, the expressions on people's faces were filled with fear and anxiety, and Roland's heart sank; "Allen, why are you still standing?! Take him to the Grand Duke's Mansion, and bring Yizhak here by the way, let him see what this Golden City has become!!"

Feeling that Roland was really angry, Allen quickly asked the guard group following behind him to take the old man and his two children away with each other.

He knew that this general of Ming Zhan, who was always gentle and so gentle, would make any gangster who appeared in front of him again regret for life.

"Is it him?" After hearing the report from his subordinates, Jack rushed to Tangxin Street and saw that his most capable assistant Cooge was already lying on the street like a dead man, and a thin man in black stood beside him.

The first thing that attracted Jack's attention was the mask he wore.

The smooth surface reflects a cold silver light, making the mysterious patterns drawn on the mask even more weird.

The second is the dark black robe with a dark purple pentagram mark printed on the chest and back.

That icon Jack knows.

Tarasha - the largest commercial alliance in the Southern Continent, brings together merchants from all over the northern countries. It has blood wings and follows two corpses. Even the nobles in the south maintain good business deals with them.

How could this fool get into Tarasha's people? Most of their elites are from the Dark clan, either Fallen Knights or Dark Mages. How could ordinary people like Cooge be opponents?

Secretly cursing his subordinates who were no longer awake, Jack suddenly felt a sharp look as sharp as a knife in the mask. He couldn't help but be glad that he informed his brother before coming.

As long as his brothers come together, no matter how powerful this short man is, he will never be able to surpass the cooperation between the two.
Chapter completed!