"No noise at the city gate!"

The city guards arrived late, and the general scolded Luo Lin.

"Clay, you are here just in time. Hurry, arrest this guy quickly, and dare to act wildly in front of me!" When Cyrill saw the arrival of the city guards, he continued to return to his domineering state as if he had seen a savior.

The general called Clay frowned. Although he was not ashamed of Cyril's arrogant and domineering appearance, who could have a good father? No matter how unhappy he was, Clay could only hold his heart.

"Who are you? Why are you storming the carriage of Master Cyril? Why don't you apologize now!" Clay asked Luo Lin coldly.

Although Clay's attitude was cold, Rollin could see that he was not willing to stand on Cyril's side, but he had to do so for some reason.

"What's the use of apology? Clay, hurry up and arrest him. I'm going to kill this guy with my own hands!" Cyril pointed at Rollin with a ferocious face.

"Master Cyril, this is probably inappropriate..." Clay seemed a little embarrassed. In fact, he was watching this matter clearly on the side just now. If Cyril had not forced himself to enter the city, there would not have been such a dispute. It was just that Clay could not support Rollin on the surface, but he was unwilling to help the evil.

"What are you doing, Clay? I am going to go to the city to attend the Viscount's banquet. If it is delayed, just wait to apologize with your head!"

Seeing Clay hesitating, Cyril was even more angry. Not only did he lose face by Rollin, who had no idea about his good fortune, but now even a small city guard dared to evade him.

"I don't know what you are?" Clay was in a dilemma, and instead focused his eyes on Rollin and asked.

He had to make choices and judgments based on Rollin's identity. Although the carriage that the person in front of him was quite worn, the aura of the superior and the strength that Hans showed forced Clay to treat it carefully.

"Rollin."

Luo Lin? The noble young master in the city was not called Luo Lin. Could it be that he was not a noble? If it were not a noble, how could there be such a powerful follower... For a moment, Clay started to mutter.

"I was invited by Viscount Jon to attend the dinner, so please let the general go quickly." Luo Lin felt good about the city gate guard, so he bowed politely.

"Rollin, Rollin... Could it be that the lord of Galacty Town? Rollin, who had just defeated nearly a thousand thieves?"

Clay suddenly remembered the big event that he had recently had. The defending of Galactia's death city could defeat nearly a thousand thieves. This incident had spread throughout Visilla a hundred miles, and Rollin's name was spread.

"If there is no second Luo Lin, then it's going down. Can you enter the city now?" Luo Lin looked at it getting late. If he delayed it, he would be really late.

"Of course, please come in, please come in." Clay quickly made way out of the passage, and Hans drove his carriage and slowly walked into the city.

"You, why did you let him go? Arrest him. Is this young master beaten by him? Do you know if he beaten?"

When Cyril saw Clay put Rollin into the city, he immediately stopped doing it.

"Master Cyril, he is the lord of Galacti and a nobleman. I dare not arrest him. If you have any complaints, go and find Lord Viscount to preside over justice!" Clay said angrily.

Cyril is worthy of being a famous playboy for Visilla. He knew how to do things all day long. If it weren't for the father of a baron, he would probably have died many times.

Clay was unwilling to arrest Rollin. Although Cyril was extremely angry, the city guards were not controlled by him. After a few words, he followed him into the city.

It is easy to find Visilla's city lord's mansion. In a short while, Luo Lin arrived at the gate of the city lord's mansion.

Originally, Rollin felt that the Galactian was already pretty good, but when he saw Visilla's lord's mansion, he understood what a frog in the well was!

The entire city lord's mansion is made of bluestone, which looks steady and solemn. There are two rows of nearly a hundred soldiers standing at the door. The armor on their bodies is bright silver. The overall look is not only gorgeous, but also full of heroism.

Rich! Rich!

Luo Lin couldn't help but think of these words in his mind.

"Sir Rowling, you are here. Lord Viscount was still talking about you just now!" Luo Lin was about to step into the gate of the city lord's mansion, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Luo Lin.

"Butler Barry, I'm sorry that I encountered some delays on the way." Rollin smiled.

"Just, the banquet has not started yet, don't worry, you can go in first!"

Entering the city lord's mansion of this bluestone building, Luo Lin followed the attendant to the banquet hall.

At this time, many people had already come to the banquet hall. They were talking to each other in groups. Luo Lin swept around and found a remote corner and sat down.

"Hey, brother, I'm pretty good at seeing you. Which young master are you? Oh, by the way, my name is Myron."

As soon as Luo Lin sat down, a fat little man with a mouth full of oil introduced himself.

"I'm Rollin." Rollin picked up a snack casually and put it in his mouth to taste it before saying.

"Rolin? I haven't heard of it, but since I met today, it's fate and I will be friends in the future."

The little fat man Myron was not at all restrained from meeting for the first time. He couldn't stop talking as soon as he opened up and told Rollin some interesting stories about the city of Visilla.

What is the wife of a certain baron, what is the number of lovers of Lord Viscount, and so on, which makes Luo Lin sigh at how there is such a strange thing in this world. He just talked about these things as soon as he met someone.

While Rollin was having a good time with the fat little man Myron, a hot look made Rollin alert.

When I looked back, it turned out to be the guy who had a conflict at the city gate. At this time, he was drinking with several other young people, but his eyes were fixed on Luo Lin.

"Who is this guy? The one in a blue dress." Rollin pointed at the fat man Myron and asked.

"You say he is Cyril, the son of Baron Allo. He usually bullies people a lot because his father is a financial officer. Why, you have a holiday with him?"

The fat man wiped the oil stains on his mouth, as if he was quite disdainful of Cyril.

Cyril, Baron Allo, Finance Officer...

It seems that the guy offended this time is quite good. If he can become a financial officer in a big city like Visilla, Baron Allo must be very powerful.

Generally speaking, this kind of financial power is equally important as military power. After glanced at Cyril's gloomy gaze, Rollin drank the red wine in his hand in one go.
Chapter completed!