"Humph!" Lacey slammed his glass down in indignation, "the situation here is nothing more common at the lighthouse!"

Charlotte was silent, he couldn't imagine that the beacon that was once known as the rule of the poor could be corrupted so easily.

"If I had known this, I might have supported Albert in the first place! I just listened to the instigation of Judson's bastard, and I *fucked* offended the squires and big businessmen in this neighborhood for the cause of the lighthouse! But what did that bastard do to me? Ahhhh

Reis was indignantly spouting foul language, and Charlotte finally understood that the mob boss was not noble enough to resentfully the corruption of the lighthouse. What he really cared about was that Judson's bastard followed Zenas and didn't even play with him!

It's no wonder that when they met for the first time, this guy planned to run away without even looking at it, and it turned out that he was really pitted by Judson to the point that he could not protect himself.

Charlotte was sympathetic to what happened to him, "You didn't go to Judson?"

"Go! But what's the use! Is he and Zenath living in a place where gangsters can get in? Damn bastard, you can't imagine how fucking happy I was when I mistook you for a partner sent by Judson!"

"You mean, Zenas, too...... Well, you're in the same league with the squires and merchants?"

"Otherwise?" Lacey rolled his eyes, "Even if that great hero can still resist the temptation of power, money, and beauty?" You must know that he is now above ten thousand people under one person, and his position in the lighthouse is only second only to Speaker Shawshank!"

- We all grow up slowly, and because the roles we play change, we say lines that are in line with the character's identity and take actions that are in line with the character's identity.

Charlotte remembered what Burrent had said. He thought - if it was true that everything would change over time, would he change too?

The Dark Knight who was once willing to bear the infamy of killing kings for the sake of poor civilians, has he also been corrupted by power, money, and beauty into the appearance he hated before?

Charlotte felt like a boulder in his chest, and he now regretted his robbery in the county of Cecil. If it weren't for him and Vivien Leigh rescuing Zenas, Elbert might not have been defeated, and the Lighthouse wouldn't have won easily.

And the point is, what did the lighthouses do? They didn't do anything but create wars. Aristocrats are still nobles, merchants are still merchants, the privileged remain privileged, nothing has changed except for a change of title for a member of Parliament.

Charlotte even had the urge to rush to Zenas and question him loudly, and even to correct the mistakes of the year and send that bastard to the hell that he should have gone into a long time ago!

"Mr. Leonard, are you alright?" Lacey knocked on the table, interrupting Charlotte, whose face changed, "Are you still happy with the news?"

The implication is to ask for a reward.

"No! I still need some information. Charlotte said despite Lacey's ugly face.

"Something is really classified...... Lacey muttered, intending to sell it at a price. But Charlotte doesn't believe in this guy's ethics at all, and as long as there is enough interest, the mob boss can even tell others the color of his mother's panties.

"I want to know the beginning and end of that battle, and the information about Elbert. ”

"What?!, which battle?"

"It's what you call the Battle of Arad. Charlotte impatiently ordered the coffee table.

"I'm not an officer, so how do I know the whole story. Lacey grumbled, trying to tell what he knew, "However, I have heard that the battle was the result of Zenas's excellent command, and it was because of that battle that Zenas became the generalissimo of the lighthouse." As for Elbert...... His Majesty doesn't seem to be as popular as he thinks. ”

"What do you mean?" asked Charlotte.

"Literally, except for supporting some old grain, grass and weapons, the so-called Seven Kings of the Empire did not give His Majesty any substantial assistance at all. Ah, I heard that Lawrence of Erosa wants to send troops, but guess what?"

Charlotte didn't like him for selling it, and urged, "I'll only guess—you don't really want me to guess at all, because if I'm in a bad mood, your strange things will be gone, and even your life will be ...... You get the idea!"

"Well, you don't really have a sense of humor. Lacey grumbled, and quickly straightened his attitude and continued, "The wishful thinking Grand Duke ordered the League of Nobles south of Calvi Grand Canyon to open up their territories so that his army could pass through the lands that the nobles regarded as their lifeblood to support Elbert. This is really a whimsical order, how do you guess the answer of the Noble Alliance of the North and Central?In short, it seems to me that the Noble Alliance, headed by the Grand Duke of Durali, has only barely replied to the letter - why don't you die!"

Lacey sneered, and the mob boss in distress laughed bitterly at the thought that a big man like Lawrence was in a similar predicament to a small man like him.

He didn't notice that across the couch, Leonard, an ordinary-looking businessman, had a face as black as the bottom of a charred pot.

"If you keep laughing!" Charlotte took out an enchanted ring from the other dimension, it was just the product of her own practice making strange things, but it was a rare good thing for ordinary professionals, "Your enchanted ring is gone!"

Only then did Lacey notice Charlotte's face and the smiles on his mage guards.

"I'm sorry!" Ris quickly stopped smiling for the sake of his enchanted ring, "You seem to care about Lawrence?"

"He's an important client for me. Charlotte didn't want to talk too much, "Let's talk about Elbert, how was that guy after the Battle of Arad?"

"You're still doing business with a big guy like Lawrence?" Lacey muttered a few words, seeing Charlotte's face unswerving, before immediately changing the subject, "As far as I know, Elbert should not be dead, otherwise the lighthouse would not have released a huge bounty for Ilbert." Of course, this is not certain, after all, the wanted warrant says life or death. ”

In other words, at least the lighthouse has not heard from him yet. Charlotte thought for a moment.

"But I guess he must not be doing well!" Lacey let out that schadenfreating sneer again, "You see, the lighthouse wants his life, and the nobles don't seem to want him alive either." ”

"How?"

"If you were one of those great nobles, would you want a titular king to still be alive?" Lacey used his peculiar dark psychology to develop conspiracy theories, which were not lacking in reason, "If it were me, I would rather the lighthouse kill Elbert so that I could take this territory openly in the name of revenge." By the way, if I succeed in revenge, I can still claim to be Elbert's successor!"

"Don't forget that the Clegg Horns also have a Cynthia. Charlotte muttered a few words, but soon realized that there was no point in discussing the topic with a gang boss, and had to admit that the other party had a point.

"What's more interesting than that?" Charlotte was about to end the conversation, handing the enchanted ring in her hand to the eye-eyed Lacey, but asked habitually before finishing.

Lacey stared at the ring without blinking, and said casually, "No." Oh, by the way, since Mr. Leonard and your guards are both mages, let me warn you. It is said that Elbert's die-hard elements are waiting for an opportunity to take revenge on the lighthouse, and there have been several murders of military mages recently, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by the mistaken lighthouse mages, I advise you to be cautious. ”

The enchanted ring that was handed out paused in the air, and Charlotte's eyes lit up as she looked at Lacey who stretched out her hand to ask for the ring.

"Oh?" Charlotte flapped, "tell me everything about it, and the Enchanted Ring will be yours." ”

What a proud Gloria, Charlotte had a hunch that he would soon be able to track down his or her traces.