Chapter 847 Don’t Kill Me! We Can Compensate You No Matter What!

The count's second son turned pale and retreated step by step. Unable to take a few steps back, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

He didn't even have the time to get up, and he also forgot that his knight's physique could have performed better in terms of strength, speed, and balance. Using both hands and feet, he crawled backwards, shouting while crawling:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me-"

Gretel looked down at him coldly, anger surging in his eyes. On the shoulders, body, and around the Silver Moon Deer, the moonlight is still gently undulating and boiling. Thousands of branches and leaves swayed behind him, as if leaves would leave the branches and fly out at any moment.

The sorrow and anger he felt when he knelt down in the jungle just now and communicated with the oak trees still echoed in his heart.

Time has passed for too long, the person involved died, walked away, and sealed the truth. Maybe no one will know the truth of the matter. But the oak tree precipitated that sadness, remembered that anger, and conveyed that unwillingness——

"I didn't betray! I didn't!"

Such a huge emotional impact showed no signs of abating until the entire inheritance land completely exploded.

He urged the Silver Moon Deer to take one step forward, and then another step. Suddenly there was a soft explosion, and a ray of boiling moonlight exploded around him, shooting directly towards the second son of the earl.

At the critical moment, the second son of the earl quickly turned his head. The ray of moonlight fell on the ground beside his face and exploded with crackles. His cheek hurt, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it, and found a faint red mark on his fingertips.

And around Grete, more moonlight dots began to condense, rise, float, and rotate.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The count's second son screamed with his neck straight. While howling, he rolled on the ground to avoid the stars exploding one by one:

"I didn't do it! I wasn't born yet at that time! I didn't know anything! I just took over the family's business. I'll do whatever I did before!"

Crack, crackle, crackle. Several tiny starlights continued to rub around his body and exploded. The speed was extremely fast at first, and gradually became slower and slower. Finally, Gretel took a long breath and tightened the oak staff in his hand:

"you do not know?"

"I don't know! I really don't know anything!" The count's second son retreated again and again, leaning his back against an oak tree, trying to shrink down:

"I only know that there is a magic spring here! The acorns produced by watering can feed the best piglets! We usually surround this place and don't let anyone come, and we don't come ourselves either -"

Gretel slowly lowered his eyes. Don't get angry, don't get too angry, don't kill. There is no use in killing this guy. The earl, the earl's eldest son, the people in their family who can really make the final decision are all in the royal capital——

He said this to himself quietly. Think about what you came here to do, think about which group of people are in urgent need of your help, and think about how to establish a new balance before you leave to make the lives of local people less difficult...

Think about it.

Gretel, what you want to do is not kill anyone.

Grete let out a long breath. Then, under the horrified gaze of the second earl's son, he raised his oak staff high and pointed it straight to the sky——

The moonlight surrounding him gathered for a moment, intertwined with the green light emerging from the jungle, and suddenly surged, pointing straight into the sky. After shooting to the highest point, it exploded brilliantly like fireworks, scattering stars everywhere.

They were blown and pushed by the summer night wind, scattered far away, and fell towards the hills and woodlands one, two, three or five miles away.

Finally, Grete took back the oak staff, swayed slightly, and closed his eyes.

The second son of the earl had been lying limply on the ground, staring blankly. The oak tree leaning behind me gently shook its branches and leaves, as if something had changed, but also as if nothing had happened.

But no matter what, the imminent killing intent, the spark that blasted through his coat and wiped blood on his cheek, finally disappeared...

"What did you do?"

He jumped up and asked softly. Grete closed his eyes and didn't answer, and even the white deer under him lowered his head, his ribs rising and falling, as if he was very tired. The second son of the earl looked left and right, then took a tentative step forward——

"stop!"

A huge figure stood in front of him. The barbarian held the antlers with one hand and pulled out the big bone stick from his back with the other hand, pointing far ahead:

"Don't come over!"

"I just want to ask the mage what you did." The second son of the earl quickly stopped and spread his hands to show that he was not hostile:

"I had good intentions and led the Master to visit the family's ancestral land, but it made the Master so angry. I just want to know what we did wrong and what we need to do to calm down your anger-"

"This is not your family's ancestral land." Gretel had kept his eyes closed and said nothing. Hearing this, he spoke softly. His voice was low, slow, and out of breath. What he said shocked the second son of the earl and almost jumped up:

"This is the inheritance place of the nature priest. For decades, you have expelled the nature priest, occupied this holy land, and used the oak trees inherited by the nature priest and the acorns to raise pigs——"

There was a crunching sound next to him, but the barbarian looked angry and took a step forward, crushing something unknown. The second son of the earl subconsciously shrank back and slid a little to the side along the trunk of the tree, when he heard Gretel say:

"Bernard, be quiet. There's no point in arguing with them here. Serira, do me a favor-"

"What's up?"

Under the horrified gaze of the second son of the earl, the elf beauty urged the unicorn to come forward, with a look of eagerness on her face. Grete said slowly:

"I'm very tired now and have no strength. Please help me draft a few letters and send them to Elder Erwin, my teacher in the Order, Elder Wood from the Nevis Order, and Nuo from the Royal Capital Order. Elder Kers. By the way, the Council also sent a letter - "

"No problem! I'll write it right away!"

The elf beauty took out a pen and paper and looked up into the sky. The paper was unfolded flatly, the quill was stained with ink and started writing on it automatically. As I write, I ask:

"Who else should I tell? Do the judges need to be notified? In addition to the Lord of Thunder, do the other legends want to write letters? The Queen, and several of the Queen's female officers, do you want me to notify them all?"

The second son of the earl almost collapsed on the ground. After writing this round of letters, not only him, but also everyone in the family in the royal capital will probably fall under the wrath of the God of Nature Religion. There are also the queen, the nobles of the royal capital, the legendary mage...

As long as one of them expresses disgust towards them, even if it is just a look of disdain...

Even if the Luosikang family is lucky enough to survive, they will always be the laughing stock and be expelled from the aristocratic circle.

"We will compensate! We are willing to compensate! Any compensation is fine!" He screamed like a rooster whose neck was stepped on:

"Don't write a letter! Don't write a letter yet! You can give us anything, whether it's land or property! Or tenant farmers - doesn't the Congress want to relocate tenant farmers? We agree! You can relocate as much as you want!"

Grete glanced at him with disdain. When you hit a wall, you know you have turned. When a knife is held on your neck, you know you beg for mercy. But what about before——

"You shouldn't talk to me about these things." He said softly:

"You shouldn't talk to me about compensation. The one you kicked out was the local God of Nature Order..."

"I'm going to ask them to come back! I'm going to beg them! Don't write! Don't write!"

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