"Get out of here, you lowly piece of trash, you stinking rats in the gutter!"
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
Before Elena could return to the house, she just walked to the door and heard a noise and scolding coming from not far away. Soldiers wearing armor and holding spears rushed over and beat the poor people who had no time to dodge aside.
Following the soldiers was a man in his thirties wearing a gorgeous robe and a mustache. He had a look of contempt and disdain on his face and was loudly cursing the poor people around him.
Looking further back, there are private soldiers of the nobles who are even better equipped, wearing shining helmets and armor, with one-handed swords on their waists, guarding the noble masters on horseback.
The noble old man was in his thirties, with blond hair. He frowned and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, as if the air in the street made him feel uncomfortable.
"It's Lord Torento!"
A neighbor recognized the noble lord on horseback and screamed in surprise. When the people around heard this, they knelt down and lowered their heads, not daring to look.
Elena looked around and knelt down helplessly, but her eyes glanced towards her house from time to time, thinking to herself, it's so noisy outside, I hope she won't wake him up.
The soldiers separated the crowd, exposing the bodies of the Dark Warrior and the Byron vampire to the mustache butler.
When he saw the corpse of the vampire Byron, his eyes lit up immediately. He ran to the corpse in two quick steps, bent down to take a closer look, and then ran back to Master Torento's horse, saying with a flattering face, "Sir, we're here. The monster corpse those untouchables mentioned is right up ahead."
Torento put down his handkerchief, looked forward, and then got off the horse with the help of the mustache butler.
The butler with a mustache bowed and nodded as he led the way. "Sir, this way, be careful."
When he came to the body of Byron the vampire, Torento did not look at the body, but first looked at the black warrior who was guarding outside the broken window without saying a word and without moving. He frowned, and then looked at the body of Byron the vampire.
"Hmm...it really is the corpse of a vampire monster."
After confirming the body, Torento was a little surprised.
To the poor, the Byronic vampire was mysterious and terrifying, and they could only know what the monster looked like through other people's descriptions.
But it was different for the nobles. They knew what Byron the vampire looked like. After all, the painters would draw the appearance of Byron the vampire for them based on other people's descriptions, and the painting techniques were quite superb. It could be said that every detail was vivid, and it was not much different from a photo.
Another thing is that humans did kill Byron vampires. Although it came at a great cost, they also obtained their corpses.
"Warriors, did you kill this monster and protect people's lives?" Torento looked up at the black warrior and asked loudly.
He was making the Dark Knight famous, to let him know of his good intentions.
However, he was just flirting with a blind man. The black warriors didn't care about reputation or not and were too lazy to pay attention to him. In fact, if Li Ziyu hadn't ordered them to guard outside, they would have slashed with their swords and killed this ignorant human who approached them casually on the spot.
The Dark Warrior's lack of response made the situation awkward. A look of displeasure flashed across Torento's face, but he soon showed a kind smile again.
As a noble, he looked down on these warriors who made a living by relying on their muscles, but these nobles had to rely on these muscular warriors to fight for their lives, so he could only act kind and respectful to them.
In particular, Torento discovered that the armor and weapons of these warriors were even better than those of his own private soldiers.
The armor completely covered the black warrior. Although you couldn't see what the person inside looked like, his size and height were there. This could not be faked and was not comparable to that of a private soldier.
This kind of majestic warrior gives people a sense of security, which is what every noble hopes to have.
Torento was born into a noble family, so he naturally understood how much money it would cost to support such a powerful warrior. As for whether they were guerrillas or mercenaries, there was no need to think about it. No mercenary warrior would be willing to use such good armor and weapons.
Besides, there was not just one warrior in front of him, but four warriors dressed the same way.
He immediately realized that there was a nobleman around, and not just an ordinary nobleman, but a powerful and even nobler nobleman than him.
What Torento couldn't understand was why a noble would run into the slums and kill the vampire monster at night. Was he here for excitement?
This kind of thing is not without precedent.
"I wonder which sir has come? I am the local shepherd, Torento. Can you come out to see me?" Seeing that the black knight did not respond, Torento shouted again, this time he shouted towards the house.
After waiting for a while, there was still no response. Torento was really unhappy.
Even if you have a high status and are protected by powerful warriors, it is not good to look down on others like this. We are all nobles, so please give us some face, right?
He turned his head and glanced at the butler with a mustache beside him. The butler immediately understood and asked loudly, "Whose house is this?"
The neighbors around looked at Elena, who was kneeling at the door with her head lowered.
The mustache butler immediately walked over, stood in front of Elena and asked, "Look up and answer, is this house yours?"
Elena looked up fearfully at the important figure who was once completely unreachable, and replied with a trembling voice, "Yes, this is my house, sir."
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