Not long after staying in, Old Bank conducted several divinations on the current situation. The prophecy wizard masters many small tricks, which can be predicted by means of cards, dice, starry sky, etc.
Of course, the predicted results are often very vague. Banker has 30 to 40 years of experience in deciphering vague information. But today, no matter how he divination, there is no information.
Good, bad, none.
Something unprecedented.
It seemed that some unknown existence was forcibly washing the future.
Old Bank put away the divination cards at hand, and the door was knocked. Zhou Qingfeng came in from outside, followed by Adrian. He hurriedly got up and asked why he had come.
"Your lord, do you need me to do anything?"
Zhou Qingfeng nodded, grabbed a chair in the room and sat down, "Your Excellency Bank, I have a task that needs your assistance."
Old Bank listened quietly.
"I want to kill Phils. Long legs."
Zhou Qingfeng stared closely at Old Bank's eyes, his mental strength was released, and the air was frozen. Adrian stood behind him, seemingly casual, but on guard.
Old Bank's eyelids twitched, and his old face was a little surprised. He is like a dead wood sitting in a simple house, blending with the world of black and gray.
Turning his eyes, Old Bank sighed and said, "Your Excellency Hugo, you learned so fast.
It should be so ruthless and cruel to the ruined nobles. Only by completely cutting off the back road and constantly exerting coercion and panic will they surrender like a dog.
You dragged me to the Banshee Fort all day, and then ordered me to deal with my nephew. This is a wonderful idea! "
This is both self-deprecating and taunting, and even more painful. But Zhou Qingfeng, who sat down, was unmoved. Instead, a halfling wanderer flashed out of the door, wiping his neck at Old Bank.
Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the door, and the halfling had already stepped away. He looked at Old Bank again, "Do you know why that halfling hates you so much, or even hates you?"
Old Bank shook his head, "I don't know, the Long-legged family offended too many people in Coldwind City. We didn't care about such little people in the past."
Adrian whispered from behind, "That halfling was not originally dumb. He likes to go to the market to dance and sing, he likes to make friends everywhere, and has a great time.
But one day he unsuspectingly made a long-legged master as a friend. For pleasure, the noble master melted a gold coin and poured it into his throat. Since then, he can no longer speak. "
The halfling wanderer poked his head out of the door again, and Old Bank glanced at him, reaping a lot of hatred. But he has no guilt about it.
"This kind of thing happens very often, and it happens all the time. Weakness is the original sin, and there are too many people suffering and suffering."
Zhou Qingfeng laughed instead, "What about now?" He repeated, "I'm going to kill Phils Long legs. Would you like to help?"
Weakness is the original sin. Weak people make mistakes in their breathing. No one cares, no one has pity. Like chickens, ducks, cows and sheep, they are handled at will by the superiors.
Old Bank was silent for a long time. Before taking refuge, he thought that Hugo might greet him upside down, and he would be more courteous. He has the ability and background, and it should be easy to get to the top.
If Victor Hugo is driven back to the Black Forest, he will definitely rely on the old Bank, who has a wide range of contacts, in the predicament.
This is a strategy of'advancing and attacking, retreating and defending'. Old Bank can unite with Phils Longlegs outside the Black Forest, travel between the various forces in the North, and rejuvenate the family.
but... ...
Old Bank raised his head and stared at the young lord in front of him with dim eyes. He said in a low, hoarse voice: "You are trying to cut my back.
The nobles in the North called you the "Monster of the Black Forest." This is really not the wrong nickname. I just proposed to take a cruel blow to the Holden family, and you would cruel me in a blink of an eye.
I have read the deeds of the kings of the past and have seen countless conspiracies and cunning. You have the potential to become a wise gentleman. You really don't hesitate when it's time to be ruthless. "
Zhou Qingfeng laughed and said haha, "I look forward to one day they call me the'Unexplainable Cannibal King'. This nickname sounds even more exciting."
After speaking, Zhou Qingfeng stood up and walked out of the house without stopping.
The halfling outside the house grabbed a light crossbow and stared at Old Bank with fierce eyes.
Adrian did not follow to leave, but drew out a dagger, "I heard that the wizards of the prophecy system are hard to kill, I want to try today."
With only the sound of breathing, Old Bank heard people around the room he was staying in.
At least two strong orcs stood behind the wooden wall of the room, and there was a half-elf archer on the roof.
Mahan holding a tower shield should be right outside the door, the necromancer Mondino did not know where he was lying in ambush, but the ghost he had summoned was already wandering in the room.
Zhou Qingfeng stepped out of the room with one foot, he just needs to lift the other foot again...
"Wait, Lord Hugo. I didn't refuse your request."
Old Bank raised his voice and shouted to Lord Lord, "With your cruel heart, the Bouche family's winning rate has to be reduced by another 10%."
"You talk so much nonsense, I thought you had already rejected it." Zhou Qingfeng chuckled, "The winning rate? If you reduce it by 10%, there is still 60%. You still feel that my enemy has a big win."
"This is considered an overestimation of your strength." Old Bank stood up, he stopped talking nonsense, "Firs doesn't trust the Boucher family very much either. He doesn't live in Banshee Castle, but outside the city. Manor.
The defense of that manor was still set by me, and all the magic warnings were set by me. I know where the weaknesses of the manor are, and it has influence on many people in the family.
It can only be said that my nephew has a bad life, not to say that he is angered by others, and he is always facing betrayal. But this is lucky for you. With me, it will be easier for you to get rid of Phils. "
Everyone in and outside the room was dumbfounded. Everyone cursed in their hearts-this old dog is so thick-skinned, and he changes his face so quickly. Turns around freely, without stagnation, worthy of being an old nobleman.
Zhou Qingfeng was also surprised. He glanced back and called, "Sophia, you come to chat with Old Bank and ask about the location of Phil Longlegs. We are going to visit him tonight."
Shumei emerged from mid-air, indicating that he obeyed the order.
Old Bank was surprised again, "Your Excellency Hugo, you don't have to distrust me so much. I can completely remove Phils with you."
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "It doesn't take many people to kill Phils. Besides, letting blood relatives face each other is not good. I have another task for you.
Bishop has just taken down Dense Fog with thousands of people, and he will face off against Lehman and the remnants of the Minos family tomorrow. I don't want him to win too easily.
You and Adrian burned the logistical supplies for these thousands of people. If the baron's men learn that they have no food to eat, their expressions must be wonderful. "
Old Bank's mouth was wide open, as if he could spit out a toad. He didn't expect Zhou Qingfeng to be bold enough to sneak into Banshee forty like this, and actually split into two groups.
All the way to kill Phil Long legs, all the way to burn Bishop's logistics.
If this is successful, the situation will really open up.