Warwick the Godfather of Terra

No one is going to save this country, I will.”

Drop drop drop.

The broadcaster was covered in snow, and all the televisions and TV stations also turned into snow.

Suddenly, there was silence.

Deathly silence.

Then, following the silence, there was a deafening noise.

"This, what's going on!"

“Where’s Mayor Candela!

"Where is Mayor Candela? What is going on? Why is such an old guy being asked to speak? Isn't the mayor of this city Ms. Candela?"

"Capturing the city, is this real or a hoax? If it's a hoax, then it's awesome! If it's real! Then your mother is dead!"

Suddenly, all the citizens of Dosores were in chaos.

You quarrel with me and I quarrel with you, you talk and I talk, and suddenly, the whole Dosoles becomes more lively.

What is even more lively than the shore is on the yacht.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am?"

"Damn it, you scratched me! I'm going to send you to the farm to feed the pigs!"

"Don't you know who you've offended? Get out of here!"

One by one, the nobles, who were originally dressed in bright clothes, were detained by Pancho's men and taken to the place that was originally used as a gambling house, and lined up against the wall.

Everyone was trembling like lambs to be slaughtered, yet they were also timid and scolded Pancho's men who were escorting them.

But no matter how noble their identities were, they were all treated equally here and were locked up together.

Pancho's men raided the house, taking the universal room card from the front desk, opened every room, and arrested everyone.

Even if it may not be so convenient for some people, such as going to the toilet, eating, or two people becoming one, it does not prevent them from catching.

Soon, the small casino was almost packed with people.

Old Pancho snorted coldly as he saw these high-ranking officials who usually acted arrogantly and sat on everyone's heads, drinking blood and eating flesh, being imprisoned like a group of quails.

Turn around and leave.

What he didn't realize was that among this group of detained people, there was a pair of eyes that pretended to be fearful but were actually observing their surroundings calmly.

With her golden hair hanging down by her ears, Sofia pretended that her whole body was shaking. As she shivered, she looked around at the people who were holding her captive.

The more she looked, the deeper Sofia's frown grew.

These guys looked at the guys on their bodies...

It doesn't look like a proper military unit at all.

And judging from the way they stand, they can't be considered proper soldiers.

Although they were wearing masks and equipment, at first glance they looked like gangsters or something like that.

People like this are okay in a fight, but if it comes to a real fight, Sofia can easily beat five or six of them alone.

This group of people sent them to detain themselves?

Reaching out her hand and gently brushing her lower abdomen, she touched the iron whip disguised as a belt. A hint of excitement flashed in the depths of Sofia's frightened eyes.

If these people are only at this level, and the bottle is not half full...

Then I have to let them learn from me.

What is the Knights Tournament? It's so valuable to be crowned as the top 16 knights!

Chapter 15000: Dosores' Holiday {Medium} -in-

"Boss, you haven't had a rest yet, have a cup of coffee."

The visitor was his adjutant, named Bilson.

The person in front of him is the closest person to him besides his two children.

It can be said that he was also half his savior.

Back then on the battlefield, they were brothers in arms.

Not to mention that many years ago, after Pancho's elder brother saved him from prison at the cost of his own life, it was Pilsen who received him and risked his own life to take him away to Dos Solès.

When he saw that it was the adjutant coming in, old Pancho's eyes suddenly became much calmer.

"Brother, if you keep going like this, you'll ruin your health."

Holding two cups of coffee, Bilson took a sip of his own cup, put the cup for Pancho on the table, sighed, and sat down at the table.

"Pilsen. We are about to succeed, so I can't let my guard down."

Old Pancho's voice almost popped out from between his teeth, and he spoke out word by word.

"We were one step short of the mark, and out of three thousand brothers, only a few of us came back."

After this was said, Bilson also fell silent.

"Well, you have to think about La Fiela and Ernesto as well."

Seeing that his consolation was not working, Bilson simply stood up and prepared to leave.

But just as he walked to the door, before he opened it and completely left the door, he turned around and spoke.

"Lafiela was just looking for you in the room."

At the mention of La Fiera, Pancho's iron sideburns moved.

His weak spot is his little daughter.

"Oh, all right,"

Looking at the steaming cup on the table, Old Pancho picked up the coffee and drank it all in one gulp.

"Go check on that little guy."

Suddenly, old Pancho, who was about to go down to talk to La Fiera, just stood up and felt dizzy.

He had never felt this kind of feeling before.

It’s not a disease…

In an instant, old Pancho, who had many years of military career and was experienced, knew it immediately.

I was poisoned.

But, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday...

And drink water too...

The only thing is that I just drank a cup of coffee...

Suddenly, old Pancho was stunned. Could it be that cup of coffee?

As soon as this thought popped into his head, he swung his fist hard at the alarm bell beside him.

Candela's yacht is specially used to entertain dignitaries, so every room, even the bathroom, is equipped with a professional alarm bell.

Moreover, they are all within reach of oneself.

Listening to the beeping sound of the bell, this was the last impression of old Pancho before he fell.

Then, his memory was immersed in darkness.

While waiting for him to wake up, everything in front of him was dark.

Pancho had never felt so tired and exhausted.

It seemed like even moving was torture.

and…

After moving his fingers, Old Pancho discovered...

My body was actually tied up with something heavy!

And when he felt it, he suddenly realized that the things that tied him up were not even ropes, but iron chains as thick as a child's arm!

"Boss, you're awake."

A familiar voice came from in front of him, and the sudden light made old Pancho very uncomfortable.

When he adjusted himself and opened his eyes, he realized that he was in a storage room.

And his old friend, the person who was least suspicious, was sitting opposite him, looking at him with a loyal face.

“Pilsen...”

Looking at the adjutant who was once his most trusted, Pancho, who was tied up tightly with iron chains, just stared at him blankly.

Old Pancho stared with his cloudy old eyes, with neither contempt nor anger in them.

There is only confusion and sadness.

They are brothers who have retired from the battlefield together many years ago.

Many years ago, Pancho retired from the battlefield due to some reasons.

On the battlefield, Bilson saved his life more than once, and blocked the attacks for him many times when the Colombian arrows were shot at him.

He still couldn't forget the scarlet look on Bilson's face as he covered his retreat in the bloody night many years ago.

Therefore, after leaving the battlefield, old Pancho had great trust in him and even chose him as his deputy to carry out the plan. Even the two children he raised were not selected to carry out the mission on the yacht.

And he was chosen to play the crucial role of his deputy.

But now, he tied her up here, her whole body locked with iron chains strengthened by special Originium techniques.

He didn't understand and couldn't figure it out.

Have I been bad to him?

After coming to Dosores, he never cared about anything he did.

Why was he the one who turned against us?

"Boss, I know you are very sad and confused now."

Bilson and old Pancho on the opposite side have been brothers for many years. They have slept together more times than he has slept with his wife, so as soon as old Pancho opened his mouth, he knew what this guy was going to say.

"Boss, you don't really think that this city is just what it appears to be, a glamorous consumer capital."

Sitting opposite Pancho Sr., Bilson was very alert and kept far enough away from him so that even if Pancho Sr. attacked suddenly, he would not be able to hurt him.

"Don't look at me like that, Boss. We haven't been in the army for a long time."

Looking at Pancho's gaze, Bilson did not act like a villain, laughing wildly or venting his extreme emotions in anger.

Instead, he slowly leaned back on the stool.

He spoke to old Pancho with a sincere look.

He looked like a father who came to ask relatives for help because his child had been admitted to university but had no money to pay tuition. His eyes were filled with the confidence of success and the shame of failure.

"Boss, although this city looks like a den of money, in fact, its greater role is to serve as a safe house for the underground communication network of Columbia, Letania, and Glassval."

Looking at old Pancho, Bilson looked toward the top of the utility room with a nostalgic tone.

There, a spider is weaving a web.

"I know you are disappointed in me now, brother, but how long has it been since you left Dosores and saw the outside world?"

Looking at the spider that was using silk to weave its already stretched web into a denser one, Bilson sighed.

“Dosores now is not something that you can just occupy or destroy.

Because it cannot be said that it is completely under the control of Mayor Candela.

This city belongs to three forces.

Colombian businessmen can bring their products here to reasonably avoid taxes.

The Leitanian military can purchase legitimate illegal supplies here that are not allowed into the country.