Renard suddenly sighed with emotion: "System! System! You are simply a cheater!"

"Young Master, what did you say?" Although his voice was very soft, he was still heard clearly by the two doglegs, but the two of them didn't understand what he was talking about.

Renard hurriedly snorted: "It's nothing, you guys hurry up and prepare, and go out with me for an adventure in a while." ”

"Ahh

In a villa not far from the castle, Gilbert sat at the desk with a gloomy face, listening carefully to the guard's report: "Old Walker handed over the medal to Master Reynard, and this plan is only afraid of ......"

"Bang!" Before the guards could finish their report, he slapped the table hard, lowered his voice and roared, "Damn bastard, you actually ruined my plan, I'm going to kill him with my own hands." ”

Looking at his hideous expression, the guards who reported the news couldn't help but shudder, and shrank into the corner with trembling and waiting for orders.

Half an hour later, Wilson quietly came to the villa, he looked around, his face was full of vigilance: "What is the matter with the young master calling me?"

Although he called the other party young master, Wilson did not have the slightest respect on his face, which was very different from his performance in the school training field.

"Don't worry, it's all around me. Gilbert waved his hand grimly, and the guard in the corner ran out of the office as if he had been pardoned.

He took a deep breath and said in as calm a tone as possible, "The plan failed. ”

"What's the plan?" Wilson frowned slightly, as if he didn't know what the other man was talking about.

Gilbert was suddenly stuck in his throat, silent for a long time, and said helplessly: "It's about old Walker's plan." ”

"Old Walker?" Wilson thought for a long time before he suddenly realized, "You mean that humble adventurer?"

Immediately after, his expression suddenly became fierce: "What do you say? The plan failed? Then my medal ......"

"Don't worry, you can't lose it. Gilbert took another deep breath, his eyes full of unwilling flames beating: "It's in Renard's hands now." ”

"What?" Wilson suddenly exclaimed, his expression suddenly turned cold, and said, "I don't know why you did everything possible to design Old Walker, but if something happens to my family heirloom, I absolutely ......"

"Give up your indifferent threat. Gilbert gritted his teeth fiercely: "It's just a merit medal, it's not a big deal." ”

Without waiting for the other party to refute, he added again: "What you have to care about is whether I can inherit the title and the territory, and if not, do you think you can get anything out of it?"

Wilson's expression froze, and then, like a defeated rooster, he lowered his proud head: "I really don't understand what your purpose is against old Walker, and what is his use to us?"

"Naturally. Gilbert rubbed his forehead, the joy of defeating Renard had long since been wiped out by the sudden incident.

He got up and walked to the window, looked in the direction of the slum, his eyes flashing: "For us, old Walker may be a pawn that can be manipulated at will, but in some things, he can play a vital role. ”

"For example?" Wilson asked, grimacing.

Gilbert glanced at the other party with deep meaning, then sighed and said, "For example, what we can't do directly, we can leave it to him to deal with." ”

Wilson frowned slightly: "If that's all there is to it, I know many adventurers with good strength, and they can also help us." ”

"What do you know?" Gilbert's expression distorted slightly: "Old Walker is not an ordinary adventurer, he is a key member of the Blood Knight Mercenary Regiment, specializing in managing the underground black market in Fort St. Brieu. ”

The Blood Knight Mercenary Regiment is the most powerful mercenary group in the Southern Wilderness, with a total of more than 1,000 members, but for the Duncan family, it is still an ant that can be crushed to death at any time.

So Gilbert's words surprised Wilson a little, but only surprised: "So what?"

He is the captain of the escort of Fort St. Brieux, and the family has enjoyed the Duncan family for generations, how can he be afraid of a group of mud legs?

Gilbert was a little confused by his question, and only after a while did he react, and said in a tone of extreme chagrin, "Have you ever heard the name Rigana Tawang?"

Wilson thought for a moment and shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, I haven't left Fort Saint-Brieux for a long time." ”

"Alright!" Gilbert felt his patience run out, "If you haven't heard the name Regana Dawang, you've heard of Ray Dawang, right?"

Ray Dawang Wilson's expression finally changed, and gradually became solemn: "Are you talking about the man who claims to be the toughest in the Southern Wilderness?"

"That's right!" Gilbert's eyes flashed inexplicably, "Regana Tawang is his daughter." ”

"What does this have to do with the trap you set against old Walker?" Wilson asked again.

Gilbert clenched his fists fiercely when he heard this, he felt that he had said it very clearly, why didn't the other party use his pig brain to make a good association?

He glanced at Wilson indifferently, and there was a subtle sarcasm in his eyes: he was a simple-minded guy with well-developed limbs.

Communicating with the stupid guy is to be in the most straightforward way, he no longer sells lawsuits, and bluntly says: "Regana Dawang is the manager of the underground black market in the City of Plenty, and old Walker is her direct subordinate, and the two have a close relationship. ”

Gilbert sat back in his place, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop: "And the reason why I designed Old Walker was to get in touch with Regana Dawang. ”

When he said the name Rigana Tawang, his eyes lit up inexplicably, and then he took out his vanity mirror and carefully brushed his hair.

After a while, he put away the mirror, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If you want to fight for inheritance and territory, our strength alone is not enough, I need people and money, and only she can give me these." ”

Wilson finally understood a little, and couldn't help but have a strange look on his face, he still had to say such a high-sounding thing to be a duck, and the other party's cheeks were probably thick to a certain extent.

For an old man like him, he did not despise associating with such a person, but when he thought of Miss Florentine's seductive body, he could not keep his heart.

Wilson wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and asked, "Now that the plan has failed, what are we going to do next?"

"How?" Gilbert thought for a moment, then whispered into the other's ear: "We ......"