Chapter 180: Slaughtered our way to the door! Want to seek peace?

"Master, this is too risky!"

Fula couldn't help but advise.

"No."

Roko shook his head, a confident smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I never do things I'm not sure about."

"I have a plan, a shocking gamble."

"If we win the gamble, the entire Sunset Province will become ours for the taking!"

Sunset City, Governor's Mansion.

Marquis Archibald's mood had been very bad lately.

Ever since he was humiliated by the joint efforts of Roko and the Commercial Alliance at the banquet last time and left vomiting blood, he had become the laughingstock of the entire western noble circle.

The killing trap he meticulously laid not only failed to kill Roko but instead caused him to lose his wife and soldiers.

Those hundred-plus carts of wealth that were knocked away had almost emptied nearly half of his family fortune, making his heart ache so much he hadn't slept well for several days.

What made him even angrier was that the "Black Wolf" he sent to harass Vanguard Valley had been completely wiped out!

Even the leader he had high hopes for had been killed.

This was simply another heavy slap across his face.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

Archibald angrily threw the crystal cup in his hand heavily to the ground.

"Over three thousand people, and they couldn't even take down a tiny Harvest Town!"

"And they were counter-killed!"

"What the hell are the people of the Poison Scorpion Society doing!"

In the study, several confidant advisors were trembling like cicadas in winter, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Marquis, calm your anger."

An old man with a goat beard opened his mouth cautiously.

"The failure this time is mainly because Roko Raymond returned for reinforcements too quickly."

"We didn't expect him to abandon those hundred-plus carts of wealth and rush back with a small unit, traveling light."

"Hmph! So what if he went back?"

Archibald's anger remained unquenched.

"How many troops can he have? At most a few hundred knights!"

"Black Wolf had over three thousand desperate thugs! And Poison Scorpion Society experts assisting in secret!"

"If they could lose even with that, what are they if not trash?"

"Marquis."

Another advisor opened his mouth.

"According to the intelligence we received, that Roko Raymond's strength seems to far exceed our estimates."

"It is said that he slashed out a golden flame sword aura dozens of meters long with one sword, with power comparable to a full-strength strike from a Golden Grade powerhouse. The Black Wolf Bandit Group was scared out of their wits by this one sword."

"Golden Grade?"

Archibald sneered.

"Do you think that's possible?"

"How old is he? Even if he started cultivating from his mother's womb, it's impossible to reach Golden Grade!"

"I think it's mostly because he used some powerful alchemy scroll or some one-time magic item."

"Such things are gone after one use and are not to be feared."

"Our true reliance is Master Poison Blade of Black Stone City!"

Mentioning "Poison Blade," a look of pride finally appeared on Archibald's face.

"That is a genuine Golden Grade assassin!"

"I have already sent a letter to him, asking him to take action personally to take Roko's head."

"I don't believe that Roko can still block an assassination from a Golden Grade powerhouse!"

"As long as Roko dies, Vanguard Valley will be leaderless, and won't it be ours to manipulate?"

"By then, whether it's the strong liquor formula, the Obsidian Gold technology, or even that trade route to the Mist Mountains, all will be ours!"

The advisors nodded in agreement, flattery pouring in.

"Marquis is wise!"

"A tiny Baron dares to fight you; he really doesn't know how to die!"

Archibald listened to this flattery, and his mood finally improved a little.

He picked up a new glass of red wine and took a light sip.

As if he had already seen the scene of Roko's head falling to the ground.

However, just then.

The door to the study was smashed open violently.

A guard captain, looking panicked, crawled in.

"Mar—Marquis! It's bad!"

"What's the panic!"

Archibald's brows furrowed, scolding unhappily.

"Has the sky fallen?"

"It's—it's worse than the sky falling!"

The guard captain panted, his voice filled with terror.

"Roko—Roko Raymond! He—he has brought an army and slaughtered his way to the city gate!"

"What?!"

Archibald's hand shook, and the wine glass fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

He stood up abruptly and grabbed the guard captain by the collar.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

"Roko Raymond, he—he has brought about three hundred black-armored knights and is already at the city gate!"

"They—they are also escorting a large group of prisoners; they look like—like people from the Poison Scorpion Society in Black Stone City!"

"And, they even used a catapult to throw—throw a head into the city!"

The guard captain tremblingly took out something wrapped in cloth from his chest.

The cloth opened, and a head with eyes wide open in death rolled out.

That face, although twisted and deformed, Archibald recognized it at a glance.

It was Poison Blade!

That Golden Grade assassin he was so proud of and viewed as his biggest trump card, "Poison Blade"!

Boom!

Archibald felt as if something had exploded in his brain.

He stumbled back a few steps and collapsed into his chair, his face as pale as paper.

How could this be?

Poison Blade is dead?

That Golden Grade powerhouse was actually killed by Roko?

And, Roko not only killed him but also took out the Poison Scorpion Society's lair in Black Stone City?

Now, he has even brought people and slaughtered his way to the front of his Governor's Mansion?

This—how is this possible!

Shouldn't he be in Vanguard Valley, crying for his dead people?

Shouldn't he be licking his wounds and recuperating?

How dare he!

How dare he take the initiative to slaughter his way over!

"Madman! This madman!"

Archibald muttered to himself, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

For the first time, he felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

The person he provoked was not some young Lord at all.

But a demon king who didn't play by the rules and was lawless!

"Quick! Quick!"

He seemed to have grabbed the last straw, roaring crazily at the surrounding advisors and guards.

"Close the city gate! Martial law in the whole city!"

"Assemble all the city guards! Get on the city wall! Hold it for me!"

"Go! Everyone go!"

The entire Governor's Mansion instantly turned into a mess.

And at this time, below the city wall of Sunset City.

Roko sat on his horse, looking quietly at the chaotic scene on the city wall.

A cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Archibald, I'm here."

"Are you ready to die?"

Sunset City, exploded.

When the news that Roko Raymond had led three hundred black-armored knights to the city gate spread, the entire city fell into huge panic and uproar.

"Did you hear? That Lord of Vanguard Valley has attacked!"

"My god! Is he crazy? How many people does he have? And he dares to attack Sunset City?"

"Attack? You haven't heard yet! He's not here to attack at all; he's here to collect a debt!"

"Collect a debt? What do you mean?"

"The Poison Scorpion Society in Black Stone City was wiped out by him! Even Master 'Poison Blade,' a Golden Grade, was killed by him! His head was thrown into the city!"

"What?! A Golden Grade powerhouse was killed? Is it true?"

"Absolutely true! Now that head is hanging at the city gate! Many people have gone to see it!"

"Hiss, what is Roko's background? He's too fierce!"

On the streets, in the taverns, there was discussion everywhere among the citizens and mercenaries.

They looked toward the direction of the city wall, their eyes filled with shock, curiosity, and a hint of fear.

And on the city wall, Marquis Archibald was looking with an ashen face at the army below the city that was not large in scale but radiated monstrous killing intent.

Especially when his gaze fell on that golden flame griffin flag fluttering in the wind, his heart couldn't help but twitch.

"Marquis."

A general said worriedly.

"Now the city is in panic, and rumors are flying. We must find a way to stabilize the situation as soon as possible."

"Stabilize? How to stabilize?"

Archibald roared unhappily.

"Do you want me to send someone out to reason with that madman?"

"Or do you want me to open the city gate and fight him to the death?"

The general was rendered speechless.

Reason?

He even killed a Golden Grade powerhouse and sent you his head; how can you reason with that?

Fight to the death?

Although there were only three hundred knights below the city, those were the elites who could wipe out the Poison Scorpion Society's Black Stone City branch!

Not to mention, there was a terrifying existence who could slash a Golden Grade sitting in command.

Although there were tens of thousands of city guards in the city, most of them were ordinary soldiers; if they really fought, it was hard to say who would win.

Most importantly, once the war started, Sunset City would inevitably be engulfed in flames of war.

By then, the losses caused would be immeasurable.

"Marquis, Master Silas of the Commercial Alliance requests an audience."

Just as Archibald was in a dilemma, a servant hurried over to report.

"Silas?"

Archibald's brows furrowed even tighter.

This fat man, he didn't come early or late, but came at this time.

He definitely didn't have good intentions!

"Let him come over!"

Archibald was unhappy in his heart, but he didn't dare not see him.

Soon, Silas's fat figure appeared on the city wall with a full smile.

He first glanced at Roko, who was calm and composed below the city, a hint of imperceptible appreciation flashing in his eyes, before turning to Archibald.

"Oh my, Marquis, it's really lively in your city today."

Silas said with a chuckle.

"Silas! Stop talking nonsense here!"

Archibald said coldly.

"What are you here for? Are you here to watch me make a fool of myself?"

"Marquis, you take it too seriously."

Silas waved his hand.

"I'm here to help you."

"Help me?"

Archibald didn't believe it at all.

"That's right."

Silas nodded, lowering his voice.

"Master Roko really has killing intent this time."

"You've seen it too, even Master Poison Blade—fell."

"If you insist on clashing head-on with him, this Sunset City will probably flow with blood."

"Even if you win by then, it will be a miserable victory. This is not a good thing for you, nor for the commercial environment of the entire Sunset Province, right?"

Archibald was silent.

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Silas said was the truth.

"Then what do you want?"

"Very simple."

The smile on Silas's face became like a cunning fox.

"I'll be the middleman and help you and Master Roko talk."

"Of course, Master Roko is currently in a fit of anger, so you will definitely have to pay some price to calm his anger."

"However, spending money to avoid disaster is better than clashing with weapons, don't you think?"

Archibald's face turned green and white.

He knew that this fat man wanted to take the opportunity to bite another piece of meat off him.

But, did he have any other choice now?

Half an hour later.

The city gate of Sunset City opened slowly.

Silas puffed out his big belly, holding a white flag representing "peace," and walked out tremblingly, surrounded by a team of Commercial Alliance guards.

He came to the front of Roko's horse and performed a standard merchant salute.

"Master Roko, long time no see, your demeanor is even better than before."

"Cut the crap."

Roko looked down at him from above, his voice cold.

"What did Archibald send you to do?"

"Oh my, Master Roko, your killing intent is too heavy."

Silas wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth."

"Marquis Archibald has realized his mistake."

"He entrusted me to come to seek peace with you."

"Seek peace?"

Roko sneered.

"He killed so many of my people, and he wants to settle it with just a 'seek peace'?"

"Of course not, of course not."

Silas waved his hands repeatedly.

"The Marquis said he is willing to compensate! As long as you can calm your anger, any condition can be discussed!"

"Any condition?"

A hint of playfulness flashed in Roko's eyes.

"That's right! Any condition!"

Silas patted his chest with a thud.

"Good."

Roko nodded.

"Then go back and tell him."

"My conditions are very simple."

"First, compensate me ten times for all the expenses of his ambush on me last time and this time's hiring of the Black Wolf Bandit Group!"

"Second, open the treasury of his Governor's Mansion, let my people go in, and let them move whatever they want, as much as they can move!"

"Third—"

Roko paused, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I want him to come out of the city personally, kneel before my horse, and kowtow to apologize for my dead people!"

Silas heard these three conditions, and his legs went soft.

This—this is not peace at all!

This is clearly forcing Archibald to death!

This is even more ruthless than directly attacking the city!

"Master Roko, this is probably—"

"There is no 'probably'."

Roko interrupted him, his voice unquestionable.

"Give him one hour to consider."

"After one hour, if I don't see the result I want."

"Then I will slaughter my way in and take it myself!"

After speaking, he ignored Silas and just sat quietly on his horse, closing his eyes.

But the terrifying killing intent enveloping the sky over Sunset City became even thicker.