People are pirates, backstab Tianyasha at the beginning

Diaz put down his knife and gun and said nonchalantly: "The onset of this poison is two days later, without my antidote, after two days, you will be in pain, your intestines will rot and die, oh yes, during this period, because of the pain, you will scratch your face and skin, and you will die miserably."

The princess was frightened, and Frank II's lips trembled, pretending to be calm, "I, I don't believe in this poison?"

"Is it? You can choose not to believe it, this poison is already prescribed, ordinary doctors can't find out the problem, but well, after two days, you will know how powerful it is.

"You, what do you want?!"

Frank II knew that this kind of person was nothing more than seeking wealth, and he also knew the truth of breaking wealth and avoiding disasters.

"Smart." Diaz snapped his fingers and knew that these two guys were afraid of death.

"Tomorrow, you find a reason to call this group of people to the castle to participate in the banquet, whatever reason, as long as they come." Diaz gave Frank II a list of nobles with unclean asses, almost all the nobles in the city of King Goya.

"What do you want to do."

"Just to talk about a business, I want money from this group of guys."

"You..."

"After the matter is done, I will detoxify you, and we will divide the money of this group of nobles, two or eight accounts." I eight you two, how? When

Frank II heard this, there was still money to earn, replaced by a greedy face, righteous words, "Sir, this is bad, tomorrow is the little girl's birthday, the princess and I are preparing to hold a banquet for the little girl, you say, isn't this a coincidence?"

"It's a coincidence." Diaz and Frank II looked at each other and smiled kindly.

Old fox!

Little king bastard!

Both of them were secretly scolding each other in their hearts, and they were peaceful on the surface.

Frank II was also a greedy guy, he understood that Diaz wanted to make a big profit, so he hit the idea on the nobles, it just so happened that the current people have nothing to squeeze, the nobles are the ones who control 98% of the wealth of the country, and it is natural to make money for the rich.

Frank II, who was still trying to get money, met Diaz, who also wanted to make money, and hit it off.

At that time, even if something happened, it could be pushed onto Diaz.

It has nothing to do with me, the king, it's all the money robbed by this guy!

He is not afraid of Diaz messing around at all, he is the king of the Goya Kingdom, he can't kill himself, kill a king, the price to pay, not this young man can bear.

He will face the endless pursuit of the world government.

If Diaz knew what was going on in his heart, he would definitely scold naivety.

This man was already a dead man in his heart.

The two men began their plans, and the next day Frank II began the dinner on the grounds of the duke's birthday, and he invited not only the people on the list, but also the nobles on the list.

As long as they are rich, they are basically called by him.

The sudden banquet caught those nobles off guard, and it stands to reason that the princess's birthday should not have arrived yet.

It immediately occurred to them that the king was short of money.

Some nobles angrily cursed the king's greed, and at the same time prepared gifts and reasons for refusing to pay when the time came.

The banquet was held as scheduled, the lavish dinner party began, all kinds of delicious food were brought to the table, and the richly dressed aristocrats abided by etiquette, smiling, and talked about business and children.

They also brought their own children, maybe they could find a good family at this dinner, and some people beat the idea on the young princess, although the princess has a marriage contract, but it is not without opportunity.

It's just a child, maybe he will die tomorrow?

Otluk III was just an ordinary nobleman.

"Almost."

Seeing that the person was almost coming, Diaz said to the guards beside him: "Let's start." "

These are Frank II's most loyal lackeys, this time the ones who cooperate with Diaz.

Diaz walked into the banquet hall, and a teenager with watermelon hair walked over, wearing a shirt with frills, with a bow tie and suspenders, giving people a gorgeous feeling, but the hideous face was disgusting.

"Where's the mud legs, this is not the place you can come to! Get out of here! Before we get angry, this is the kindness given to you by the nobles, guards, take this mud leg away. "It's obviously not as tall as Diaz, but it gives people a condescending feeling and is on his toes.

"Are you... I remember that you were, oh, remembered, Otluk Staley, adopted son of Otluk III, righteous brother of Saab. When Diaz mentioned Saab, Staley's face changed, "I changed my mind, guard, kill him, guard!" Guardsman!

None of his shouts answered, Diaz raised his hand, the door to the banquet hall suddenly closed, Diaz grabbed Staley's hair and carried it in front of him, "Sure enough, it's still ugly."

He remembered watching a miscellaneous conversation before, many nobles in the Goya Kingdom had an interesting phenomenon, when the ugly heart was displayed, the face became extremely ugly and hideous.

At a glance, there are a bunch of ugly people.

If that's the case, the people here should die.

"Let go! Let go! Wow aaa Father! Help me! Father!

Staley shouted loudly, and a male nobleman wearing a top hat and a mustache walked out of the crowd and shouted, "Let go of my child!" Command you in the name of Otluk III!

Diaz plucked his ears, "Okay." "

Throw away Staley casually, the young body smashed against the wall, and instantly there was a big pit, and the quality of the castle was good.

"Aaaaah!"

I don't know who screamed, one after another, Otluk III turned pale with fright, and the two battles.

"I let it go, obeying the orders of Otluk III." Diaz teased.

"You, you! You actually..." "

Kneel down and order you in the name of the most wanted criminals of the world government!" On your knees!!!

Diaz shouted, the ferocity scared this group of pampered nobles, and some weak guys really knelt down.

"Soft-footed shrimp."

He raised his gun and shot at the roof, pointed at them, and said, "Kneel, I'll count three... One! "

Bang!

A shot hit Otluk III in the thigh, bleeding profusely, Otluk III cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground.

"You haven't counted to three yet!" An aristocrat couldn't help but say.

"Men can live if they remember it, do you have any opinions?" Pointing a gun at the ugly-faced nobleman asked.

"No, no." He bowed his head, afraid that he was the next Otluk III.

"Waste!"