In the castle hundreds of meters away, Renard, who was worried about what was in front of him, suddenly received two prompts.

"Ding-dong! You have successfully acquired a follower with a loyalty of 100 and will be rewarded with a random draw. ”

"Ding Dong! Follower system on!"

At the same time, the titular first dog leg was trembling and reporting the progress of his mission: "Young master, look, this is Lady Tamara's pet, and she went a little late yesterday, so it's like this." ”

After saying that, he raised his head with some fear, noticed that Renard, who was deep in thought, immediately buried his head again, and his heart was even more uneasy, not knowing what kind of punishment would await him, as long as it was not a deduction of salary, he thought so.

To the outside, Renard was thinking about a problem, but in fact his attention was already focused on the system in his mind.

"Followers: Tracy Haydn, a beginner swordsman, loyalty one hundred. ”

"Follower: Ben Ben Ben, mid-tier swordsman, loyalty ninety-two. ”

"Follower: Tommy Hodgson, a beginner swordsman, loyalty eighty-six. ”

"Follower: Ken Hausman, a beginner swordsman, loyalty eighty-six. ”

"Follower: Rayleigh Brown, a beginner swordsman, loyalty eighty-four. ”

"Follower: Ryan Perkin, a beginner swordsman, loyalty eighty-four. ”

"Follower: Albert Brewster, a beginner swordsman, loyalty eighty. ”

"Follower: Austin Gray, a beginner swordsman, loyalty seventy-nine. ”

"Follower: Fern Fast, a beginner swordsman, loyalty seventy-eight. ”

How could there be an extra follower? Reynard's mind was full of doubts, could it be that he was shocked by his domineering spirit, and countless heroes and heroes rushed to defect?

It's unlikely, but anyway, it's good news for him.

Now through this follower interface, he clearly knows the strength of his followers and their loyalty, and whoever dares to betray him in the future will definitely have no place to die.

"Hey...... "Renard laughed evilly, scaring the dogleg standing across from him.

In my heart, I said: It's over.

Because the other party will laugh like this every time he thinks of the "good idea" of the whole person, he is afraid that he will suffer this time!

Unexpectedly, the other party did not give any punishment, but patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, and his eyes were full of encouragement.

"Ben Ben Ben, a mid-level swordsman, has ninety-two loyalty. Renard thought inwardly, his expression very proud, he actually had followers.

The other party's strength is good, and the important thing is that the loyalty is high enough, and he deserves to be his nominal chief dogleg.

For loyal subordinates, he treats his loyal subordinates in the same way as the scum Renard, which is to reward: "Nay! Two silver coins are considered a reward for completing your mission." ”

Ben Benjamin took the silver coin he tossed, his mind full of question marks, and he turned his head to look at the roast meat on the iron skewers, and his expression could not help but be more puzzled, because the roast meat skewered on the skewers was taken from Lady Tamara's pet.

Although it is no longer possible to see the original appearance, it is still rare and somewhat similar, and those street slickers who kill a thousand knives dare not deceive themselves.

He looked at the silver coin in his hand, and then put it in his pocket with peace of mind, and the young master said yes.

Renard came back to his senses from the excitement of the Follower system opening, and his expression became gloomy again.

He circled around the grill a few times and sighed bitterly, and if it weren't for the fear of acting too fake, he would even want to squeeze out a tear or two.

He reconfirmed, "Are you sure this is Lady Tamara's pet?"

"Yes. Dogleg didn't hesitate, nodded very affirmatively, and an undeniable expression appeared on his face.

Renard's heart suddenly cooled, and he didn't know if handing over this thing to Lady Tamara would be considered a complete task, so he hesitated for a while, and finally decided to break the jar and break it: "Take it and follow me." ”

"Where are we going?" asked Dogleg, complying with the order, picking up the iron skewer with the roast meat in both hands, and with a puzzled face.

Renard glanced at him angrily, pointed to the barbecue and said, "Naturally, it will be returned to its original owner, by the way, do you know where Lady Tamara's home is?"

The corners of Ben's eyes twitched imperceptibly, but he did not dare to disobey the other party's will, and replied truthfully: "No. 16 Vanilla Street, where Lady Tamara lives. ”

He had clearly put a lot of effort into this task, which was an essential quality that a good dogleg should have, and the fools who only knew how to put on a show behind their masters were at best house slaves.

"Vanilla Street?" Renard scratched his head, "It looks like it's a rich gathering place in Fort Saint-Brieuh, right?"

"Yes, the people who live there are wealthy merchants and nobles. Ben nodded, and then recounted the situation on Vanilla Street.

The two chatted and left the castle and walked to the street not far away.

Neither of them noticed, and not long after they left, the two guards at the door looked at each other, and one of them rushed towards the villa not far away.

Although all this was carried out quietly, Bennett, who stopped on the second floor of the castle, saw it in earnest.

Bennett still had that old face, and his small eyes flashed with an inexplicable brilliance: "If I'm not mistaken, those two guards should be Captain Huntington's subordinates." ”

Serena, who was wiping down the coffee table, didn't reply, and did her own thing seriously.

"Be careful, just in case they jump over the wall and do something bad to Master Renard. Bennett seemed to be talking to himself, but more like he was telling someone.

Vanilla Avenue is only 800 meters away from the castle, just a 10-minute walk.

Although the scum Renard was the heir to Fort Saint-Brieu, he had been a nobleman for as long as he could remember, and he knew very little about the local people, so he could only ask Ben about the family of Lady Tamara.

Ben Jay, the dog-legged son, knew everything: "Lady Tamara is a very poor woman, widowed at the age of thirty, widowed until now, she has two sons, the younger son is in business outside the home, and the eldest son is in Arthur's College. ”

He mentioned one thing intentionally or unintentionally: "I have heard that the other party is very close to Gilbert, this is human nature, and it must be closer to you when you meet friends from distant hometowns thousands of miles away." ”

Renard heard the other party's voice, but he just smiled, and did not say much, he was not going to implicate a poor old woman because of the inheritance.

Seeing that Renard didn't say anything, the dogleg opened the topic very interestingly: "Madame Tamara is the best tailor in Fort Saint-Brieu, and her clothes are only for the use of nobles, such as this very decent robe on your body. ”