Even at midnight, the moonlight was so unclear that it barely shone in, and with a pair of golden eyes, he could count the few bristles of the dying flies in the corner. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"There's no one else in the room!" he was sure.

At this moment, a sharp woman on the second floor screamed: "Ah!" and suddenly tore apart the quiet night sky.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Ding, who was in charge of the open fire brigade, rushed into the building after the old lord.

When the old lord heard the scream, his brows furrowed into a pimple: "Oh bad!

The housekeeper urged everyone: "Hurry, hurry, go and protect Miss!"

Who did the thieves eat the bear-hearted leopard and dare to infiltrate the Donetsk Lord's mansion, a vassal county of the Assassin Society, and commit evil?

Two stairs and a group of people "Teng", "Teng" and "Teng" had to run up, and the first snow-white door with two openings in front was covered with black veil by the night.

The old lord went up to the left and right, and he kicked the door open.

The door is not locked at all!

The group saw Miss Kerr squatting on the ground by the window, leaning on a man in her arms, and they couldn't distinguish the person's face from a distance.

The old lord yelled at the man, "Let my daughter go!"

The two strong men on the left and right, who are about the skills of junior samurai, strode forward to catch up,

"Yikes!"

"Ahh

The two of them walked in and couldn't help but scream, and they saw Ke'er staring at his blood-stained hands with a dejected face, and under the moonlight, the lover in his arms had long been out of life.

"What a daze! Don't take down the thief yet!" the old lord was anxious, and he rushed forward resolutely in his old age and decrepitude.

When I got closer and looked closer, my favorite little daughter's face was pale and unhuman.

The old lord was shocked, his eyes moved down, and by the moonlight of the window, he saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old aristocratic young man dressed as a young man with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes, his nostrils, and his ears.

"This ...... This ...... the "old lord" didn't say a complete sentence for a long time, and pointed at Ke'er with a trembling hand, "Ke'er...... This ......"

The heartbroken girl looked ahead with a demented face, her eyes straight and she didn't speak. The water hibiscus has turned into a stiff blood lotus.

"Sir, you, look. The housekeeper handed over an envelope from behind, the seal covered with the red seal of the nine-headed dragon, and a steel needle broken in half pinned to it.

"Ah!" the old lord saw the envelope style, and immediately lost his mind, and squatted on the ground, and the people on both sides quickly helped him up, and the old lord leaned against the table and gasped, and his two hands trembled so much that he took the envelope, and almost dropped it on the ground several times.

Tear open the envelope, crooked pen in black letters, no punctuation:

It is hereby ordered that the arrears of taxes and grain for the current year be paid by noon tomorrow

In case of violation

Kill your daughter

"What a vicious heart!" the old lord's face was purple, and he didn't take a breath of anger, so he fell to the ground and fainted.

The drought was tense for most of the night, and the noisy sound downstairs never stopped.

After a while, a large number of people rushed into the building with kicking the door and shouting.

After a while, it was this screaming and that crying,

Later, it simply became a pot of porridge, what "the master was scared to death!"

"Don't scream!" and the like.

In the end, it was easy to stop for a while, and most of the people downstairs dispersed.

There were a few voices secretly discussing something below,

Araku now hates why his ears are so bright, and it's impossible to sleep.

"Master, what should we do? If we can't get enough tax food, Miss Ke'er's life will not be guaranteed!"

"Alas...... Torture me, these bastards of the Assassin Guild who eat people and don't spit out bones! Not to mention the military tax of 50 percent, and using such vicious methods, is this to force me to commit suicide by hanging myself before I give up?

My Sherlock family runs this Donetsk county for them, and three generations have been working hard, without merit and hard work, no matter how you say it, you will turn your face!"

Araku heard someone beating his chest downstairs.

"Pity my precious girl!"

"Master, Miss is just frightened......"

"What about tomorrow?

This year's harvest is so bad, even if I smash the pot and sell iron, this house will ......

Hurry up," the old lord was in a hurry: "Hurry up and find a buyer, sell my house and collections, see how much money can be exchanged, let's use gold coins to offset tax grain!"

"Master, no, this is your ancestor's inheritance, and it can't be sold!"

"I can't care about that much. The old lord was distressed. "The most important thing now is to save my daughter's life! she is now under the radar of the Assassin Society, and if I don't listen to them, Kerr's life will be ......

I have already lost one daughter, and I cannot give another one to King Yama!"

When the night is gone, and the day is about to dawn, the industrious people have already taken to the streets, opening their businesses to prepare the day's goods, selling breakfast and shouting fried fritters,

In the tavern, the people who had managed to stay up all night and drank upside down finally found a way to overcome their hangover: the murder in the Lord's Mansion had gone all the way.

"You say, this old Sherlock is really unlucky, why did he offend the Assassins' Guild?"

A red-faced, drunk-scented scarred face asked a middle-aged man dressed as a woodcutter next to him.

"How can this be relied on by Sherlock, the harvest is not good, he can't help it, can't he let him go to the god to discuss a few more rains. ”

A tall, thin man at the table next to him interjected with a beer, as if he knew the two men very well.

"You've drunk too much, he can't offend the Assassin Guild, why did he go to his house to kill people? It's the last time Leonclay's people were starved and couldn't pay their taxes and food, it was also a salute before the soldiers, and they were urged three or four times before they killed a few Zhuang Ke Zhenzhen scene.

How can anyone come up and kill the lord's daughter? The Assassin Association has jurisdiction over 48 counties in six southern states, most of which are hereditary lords.

The tall, skinny man had broad, thick shoulders, and he had to smash a two-pricked glass beer mug on the bar with a "bang!" The bartender was distressed, afraid that he would smash the cup again, this tall and thin man traveled from south to north, and there was a head and face in the merchants, and his base was in Donetsk, and they couldn't afford to mess with a thin tavern. I don't know if it's intentional, this tall and thin man often breaks the cup, and pretends to drink too much, and he doesn't admit it.

"I've heard from the brothers in the church that he's got into trouble with Sherlock,"