Chapter 1022

After Weilin returned to Wansen Manor and rested for two days, he began to practice hard under Kyle's supervision.

At the same time, in the territory of Viscount Abner, Locke Abner felt the danger approaching and began to summon troops to gather in the southern port city of Cabna.

In the military camp on the west side of the port, Locke climbed onto the generals' platform and looked at the more than 3,000 soldiers summoned below, and a slight fluctuation appeared on his cold face.

Since he became Viscount Abner, in order to pay off his debts, he bought all the useless things and only kept the necessary things.

But even so, he still cultivated an army loyal to himself.

Rising from the mud, he understood a truth that no matter how good the strategy is, if there is no army and force to support it, everything is a castle in the air.

Recalling the news told to him by the unknown bronze warrior a few days ago, the situation suddenly became clear.

The pirates coming from the sea did come because of Count Naviki as he thought.

As for the purpose, it doesn't matter.

All he has to do is to survive this crisis and complete a trial!

Coming to the stage, Locke scanned the orderly army below and declared loudly: "I, Locke Abner, your lord, the one you are loyal to."

"The enemy is coming from the sea, they will plunder Abner, plunder the port of Cabna... plunder everything they see, including your wives and daughters, your property, and everything you cherish."

"So, I need you to fight for yourself and for me with the weapons in your hands."

"Ten years of raising the army, now is the time."

"This battle, we must win!"

"We must win!"

More than 3,000 people roared in unison, showing their determination.

The Viscount Abner's territory is very bitter and poor, but in the past ten years, the lord has never treated them unfairly.

Even the third-class auxiliary soldiers pay more than half less tax than ordinary civilians, not to mention those combat soldiers, and even the officers above.

The lack of that part of the tax means that they have a lot of food and finances, which can feed their families, and allow themselves to practice killing skills and temper their fighting spirit.

Locke drew his sword, pointed it at the sky, and said loudly: "I will be with you."

More than 3,000 warriors beat their chests and saluted, bowed their heads, and said in unison: "I will fight for you until death."

After the oath, Locke ordered each unit to bring the warriors back.

Two nights later, dozens of ships of different sizes were sailing on the sea.

On a pirate flagship with a skull flag, humans and orcs drank side by side, and dark elves and cave dwarves leaned on the side of the ship to discuss ways to torture slaves...

In a quaint room deep in the pirate flagship, an elegant young man lit the incense, sat down on the soft chair, took out his favorite tea set, took out the branches and leaves containing the breath of life, and began to make tea.

At this moment, a dark elf entered the room, looked at the captain who was immersed in the spiritual world, and stood quietly by the side, not daring to disturb him.

The pirates who came to report in such a hurry last time have become a dish. The bones are still being used repeatedly in the iron pot as broth for the minions.

Half an hour later, the elegant young man picked up the teacup, took a sip, looked up at the dark elf, and said, "If you have anything to say, you can tell me now."

The dark elf bowed his head and saluted respectfully, saying, "Dear leader of the Rose Flower Pirate Group, someone from the employer sent a message that Locke Abner has assembled an army of more than 3,000 people on the beach, so we should be careful."

"It seems that the news has been leaked!"

Hearing this, the dark elf knelt on the ground in fear, trembling all over, and his heart was filled with fear.

The elegant young man glanced at the trembling dark elf, took a sip of tea, and slowly said: "Go and kill all the pirates who joined us within three years."

"Yes... yes, respect..."

"Don't call the wrong name, it will kill people."

Hearing the kind reminder, the dark elf's face turned pale, and he said with a determination to die: "Great vampire Lord Keles, your servant will perfectly complete your order."

"Okay, go."

The dark elf quickly got up, left the room quietly, closed the door, touched the sweat on his forehead, and was glad that he lived another day.

Recalling the scene of "joining" the Rose Flower Pirates, he regretted why he didn't die in that bloody fight at that time.

Soon, screams came from the ship, followed by the pirates' carnival.

In the room, the elegant young man put away the tea set and took out a crystal ball from the drawer.

A large number of pirate souls who died tragically were drawn here and swallowed by the crystal ball.

After a while, when no more souls were drawn to this place, a black gas came out of the crystal ball and formed a hideous head in the air.

"Kailes, what do you want to know this time?"

The elegant young man bowed his head slightly and saluted, then asked: "Lord Nutas, I want to know whether the robbery of Viscount Abner will be successful this time."

"No."

After saying that, the hideous head returned to the crystal ball and continued to sleep.

After getting this answer, the elegant young man squinted his eyes and began to think about the reason for the failure.

According to the employer, the viscount was only a mid-level silver combat power, and the number of silver professionals he could mobilize around him was no more than two digits.

On the other hand, his Rose Flower Pirates have three gold professionals, more than fifty silver professionals, and thousands of other minions.

"That can only explain one reason, the arrival of a strong man."

"But if I don't do it, it will damage my reputation."

Tapping the table, the elegant young man quickly thought of a foolproof method.

"Hey, I thought of it."

"That guy Thorns and I are not on good terms, so I just tricked him into going to die."

"The blood of his adopted sons and daughters is delicious. When this guy dies, it's just right to make him a blood slave."

Thinking of this, the elegant young man could no longer suppress the throbbing in his heart.

Ten days later, a piece of news reached the provincial capital, sparking discussions among the people.

At Wansen Manor, Weilin finished his hard training and saw Kyle walking in.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing this, Kyle handed the letter in his hand to his master.

Taking the letter, Weilin saw that the signature was Locke Abner, and he opened it with curiosity and read it carefully.

A minute later, Weilin closed the letter and said with a smile: "This promise is fulfilled."

Kyle was a little confused about this sentence, but did not ask too much, and then left this place so as not to delay his master's next meditation.

After Kyle left, Weilin put the letter away and began to meditate in a good mood.

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