Roland straightened his collar as he led his younger brother out of the Nightingale's Inn, and said to him, "I have negotiated with Lady Antonia that their Nightingale cannot provide so many pennies, so I have decided to let all the merchants on this street bear the cost." ”

Jos followed behind Roland, looking at the back of his head with playful eyes: "So none of the merchants have a penny extra for their protection money?" ”

Roland, who was walking, suddenly froze in place, cold sweat wet his back, and he felt that somewhere behind him, it was as if a pair of eyes were silently watching him.

He is very familiar with this feeling, maybe it is a talent, when he is a pickpocket, whenever he has this feeling, he will give up the current goal, quickly leave the place, when he leaves, there will be police officers to the place where he stood before, looking for his traces, but also relying on this talent, he evaded the arrest of the police again and again, and also helped him successfully steal the target's wallet again and again.

Roland turned sharply and looked around, looking for someone who was watching him.

Jos looked at Roland, who was acting strangely, in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Roland didn't find anyone looking at him, shook his head helplessly, and instead of paying attention to Jos's question, he turned and walked off into the distance.

Jos's eyes narrowed slightly, he gritted his teeth and looked at Roland in front of him, and scolded in a low voice: "Damn bastard, one day, you will lie on the ground and beg me to forgive you!"

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Antonia wore a bath towel, stood at the window and looked at the departing Roland group, muttering: "It seems that relying on others is really better than relying on yourself, or is it because of what the clown has done, which has caused the protection fee to be increased twice this week......"

"I don't think it has anything to do with me, and as for the second time he came to you this week for protection money, it probably didn't happen to us. A familiar voice came from behind Antonia.

Antonia was startled by the sudden sound, but she quickly calmed down, and gracefully turned to look at Arno, who appeared quietly in the reception room wearing a clown mask, and a short man next to him, wearing a white slim robe and an olecranon hood: "You always sneak behind me, and this one next to you should be ...... An assassin, right?"

Arnold sat down on the sofa beside him, leaned his cane against the edge of the table, lifted the red wine on the side, and poured himself a glass of wine: "It seems that Lady Antonia also reads the London Daily Newspaper a lot. ”

With a smile on her face, Antonia sat down next to Arno, "It's just my personal hobby, but I really didn't expect that Mr. Joker's organization was also related to the Assassins, or that you are a member of the Assassin Organization?"

Arnold reached out and pinched the lower corner of the clown's mask, removing half of the mask, revealing the mouth hidden under the mask, then picked up the goblet and took a sip of red wine: "Forgive me for not being able to tell you, I will tell you everything when we officially reach a cooperation." ”

Antonia shrugged: "Then I'll wait for us to officially cooperate, but I have to remind you that today is already Thursday, and you only have three days." ”

Arno drank the red wine from the goblet in one gulp, placed the glass on the table, then picked up the cane leaning against the table and stood up: "Please rest assured, from next week, the Hungry Wolf Party will not be able to harass you again." ”

Antonia smiled and nodded, signaling for Arno to leave as she pleased.

Arno looked at the Assassin beside him, "I think we should go." ”

The diminutive assassin didn't say anything, but nodded, and as she moved, a bundle of red hair slipped out of her hood.

Antonia looked at the two people who left the window, holding her cheek in her left hand and thinking, "It's really interesting, is this clown an assassin...... But I can't rely on someone who doesn't know the roots, I think I should do something about it......"

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"Mr. Cobain, I'm only responsible for informing you, and as for where you got this money, I don't think it's something I need to think about!" Roland said coldly, looking at the grocery store owner with an embarrassed face.

Cobain frowned and sighed helplessly: "Your Excellency Roland, it's not that I don't want to pay this fee, but my business here is too bad during this time, and I can't afford to pay the protection fee of one pound a week, please be merciful......

Roland waved his hand impatiently: "Enough, I think what I said is clear enough, you can choose not to pay this fee, but you have to bear the consequences!"

After saying that, Roland turned and walked to the door, and Cobain shouted from behind: "Your Excellency Roland!

Roland smiled with satisfaction, and said without looking back: "Very good, I will come over on time next Monday to ask for protection money!"

As Roland and his party left, there was silence in the shop, except for Cobain's helpless sigh.

Roland walked out of the shop and took a deep breath: "This is already the last shop, I think we have already made up the dues for next week, maybe we can make a fortune!"

Jos walked up to Roland: "Boss, since we have already been informed, should we go back? After all, after running so many places today, the brothers must be tired." ”

Roland nodded: "You're right, it's really hard for you today, let's go back, after you go back and hand in your weapons, I'll invite you to drink!"

"Oh!"

Roland looked at the excited little brothers with satisfaction, and was about to turn around and leave, but his body suddenly froze, and the feeling of being watched appeared again!

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"Alice, don't keep your eyes on your target until you become a skilled assassin! Arno stood on the roof of the building, helplessly reminding the little assassin beside him.

Alice sighed with a headache: "If I don't keep an eye on the target, then how should I track it?"

Arno reached out and rubbed Alice's head, "Don't be impatient, don't be impulsive, have you forgotten the innate talent of assassins?"

"You mean Hawkeye?"

Arno nodded, "Yes, put aside distractions, focus your attention, and use our assassin talents to carefully observe the traces of your target!"

Looking at Alice, who was concentrating, Arno shook his head helplessly, remembering what happened when he returned to the Assassin's Castle yesterday......