"It's very simple, because among the lords, there are basically no weak people."

For Lu Ming's question, Phil Xilu gave him an answer.

"Whether it is a lord or a warrior, their status is originally hereditary, because their talent-the number of lines of the life pattern, can be inherited from their parents."

"Generally, the ancestors have many complicated life patterns, and their offspring will be so complicated, unless there is a mutation in it, but this kind of situation is rare."

Listening to Phil Xilu's words, Lu Ming touched his chin and almost understood what the other party meant.

That is, this pattern of life, like a gene, can it be inherited?

However, since it will mutate, it also means that the other party still has the possibility of being unable to magically exist.

After all, there are so many people in the world, and there will always be a lot of special existences.

"No matter what, let's go in and take a look, it doesn't look like there are guards."

After explaining this to Lu Ming, Phil Xilu took the lead, stepped up first, pushed the door outside the hall, and walked in.

It was a little dark and quiet inside, and it didn't look like there were too many people living in it. I'm afraid that only the lord lived here.

Entering the hall, Lu Ming and the others came to a lobby near a lobby after passing by a few useless vacant rooms. At the same time, they smelled an unpleasant smell of alcohol.

"someone here."

Phil Xilu said vigilantly, then quickly turned the corner with a few guards and saw the situation in the lobby.

On the upper seat in the lobby, there was a drunk man who looked like a man in his forties, with a shaggy beard and a little sloppy appearance.

There are a few wine-filled jars beside him, some good dishes are on the table, which seems to be enjoying the delicious food, and there is an old man in a formal dress standing beside him helping him to clean the table.

Suddenly seeing someone break into his hall, the lord sitting on the seat could not help but frown deeply, and questioned with an unhappy look:

"Who are you?! Do you know this is the residence of the lord? Ordinary people of the clan are forbidden to enter?!"

He seemed to drink a little too much, and even regarded Lu Ming and the others as members of his clan.

In this regard, Phil Xilu ignored his words, but walked forward with a smile, and bowed to him very politely:

"Hello, Lord of the unknown clan, meet for the first time."

Phil Xilu made a look of respect to the lord. After all, in this era, the lord’s status is the highest. He is in charge of the life and death of a clan. Respect for them is the most basic etiquette among the clans in the mainland. .

Although the people of the big clan have always looked down on the people of the small clan and even the lord, this is normal, but Princess Philshelu seems to be very well-trained, and there is no such behavior.

Afterwards, she chuckled and told each other:

"This time we come to your pavilion to announce to you that starting today, the ownership of this clan will be in charge of our lord."

With that said, Phil Xilu gently tilted her body, revealing Lu Ming behind her.

It is full of provocation.

As her words landed, there was a ‘pop’, as if there was a sound of falling on the table.

Later, when they saw the old man next to the lord, they turned their heads in a little panic and looked at them, seeming to feel a little at a loss for the presence of enemies in the territory.

And the lord calmed down a lot. After listening to Phil Sheru's words, he was stunned for a moment:

"Just you?"

The middle-aged lord took a look at them, feeling that his wine suddenly became sober, and then he burst into laughter:

"Hahaha! Are you here to make me laugh? Just you little guys with no full-grown hairs, and you want to plunder other people's territories and plot the position of the lord..."

"Don't know the depth so much!"

At the end of the day, a touch of anger appeared on the face of the lord, as if he felt that he was underestimated.

It's just that he hadn't done anything before, and something slapped his face.

I saw the old man who was in charge of serving him suddenly rushed up and stood in front of him, shouting with a certain tone:

"Lord Lord! Run away! This place is blocked by the old man!"

Naturally, the old man was not joking when he said this. He was different from their lord. Seeing the people wearing them, he could understand that these young people were not simple clan people.

At least not that they, a low-level clan with only mercenaries, can contend.

So he immediately put aside his affairs and ran up, intending to buy some time for his lord, at least let the lord leave here alive.

"What a joke! Why should I run away in front of these little brats!"

Seeing the old man's behavior, his lord immediately furious, reached out his hand to lift a wine jar and fell to the ground, making a huge cracking sound.

He felt that his butler was too embarrassing to himself.

Seeing this scene, the old man turned his head and looked at his lord with a wry smile:

"Lord Lord..."

He also wanted to persuade his lord to do something, but that lord did not intend to listen to him at all.

With a cold snort, the body of the middle-aged lord ~lightnovelpub.net~ gradually revealed a huge amount of magic:

"Since you guys dare to say such disrespectful things to me, then give me the consciousness that I will never go back!"

Seeing the magical aura revealed by this lord, Phil Xilu looked a little more serious, looking at his magical power and muttering to himself:

"Sure enough, do you use magic? Such a magical aura must be at least level 400 magic..."

Just after making a judgment, Phil Xilu directly greeted:

"Rodara, the other lord will leave it to you! Bewa, go and deal with his butler!"

"Yes! Lord Phil Sheru!"

After the blonde princess made a decision, two figures flashed out immediately.

Among them, outside of Rodara's body, there were waves of powerful purple thunder and lightning, and the big sword carried a huge magical power that was shocking, and rushed towards the opposing lord.

At this moment, it has been a long time since he used the magic power before, and his magic power has been restored a lot. At this moment, his most peak power burst out with his hands.

After all, the other party's previous Maotou kid also angered him. Although he and the other party's age are still somewhat different, Rodara is now at least thirty years old. It is strange not to be angry if he is called that.

On the other side, the young soldier named Bewa also greeted the old man dressed as a housekeeper.

After that, Lu Ming saw a glint in the old man's eyes, flipped his hand and drew out a rapier, greeted Bewa's attack.

"That old man should be the former lord of this clan, the guardian warrior left behind."

Phil Xilu walked to Lu Ming's side, and speculated as he watched the incompetent old man fighting Beva.

After all, with the appearance of the middle-aged lord in front of him, it didn't look like a warrior would follow him.