"I'll just say that as long as you take out the Ink Wind Stone, this Earl Dusen will definitely take over the business.

But I don't understand, if you can find a caravan that can do anything, why did Your Highness choose to let him transport this batch of Thunder Shadow Rats?"

Count Dracula sat comfortably on the soft sofa, looking puzzled. Opposite him, there sat two men in robes with silver masks.

Facing Count Dracula, the man seated on the throne was dressed in a black robe, while the one seated on the side was dressed in a purple robe.

These two people are none other than Maurires, who had come to the Beast God Mountain Range through the portal to meet with Black Sak, and his purple-robed man who was good at spatial mysteries.

"It wasn't a frivolous move to get you near this Earl Dusson in the first place. This man is very ambitious and will be an important part of our plans in the future. ”

A hearty and young voice came from behind the silver mask of the black-robed man.

"With all due respect, this Earl Dusen has some brains and courage in business. But when it comes to ambition, I don't think a guy who is overwhelmed by his own old man will have any ambition. ”

Count Dracula had a disdainful expression, a far cry from the affection and value he had shown for Clarso.

"Hahahaha, dear Brother Nicholas, I can't be wrong in my opinion. I know a lot more about him than you do. ”

Maurires's tone was extremely confident, and he continued, "Crasso was succeeded to the most capable Marquis of Dusen in the Dusen clan when he was a child, and he will be able to inherit the title in the future.

Even if he is demoted to an earl, he will still be remembered by countless people from the clan.

As far as I know, when the Marquis Dusen was young, he had an illegitimate son who was left in exile, and if it weren't for the political enemies who were eyeing him, the old marquis would have taken his only son back to his ancestors. It is precisely because of this that the young Crasso has grown up in the lukewarm of the marquis.

This Crasso looked mediocre in front of everyone, which made everyone, even the old marquis, subconsciously ignore his existence.

But what did he do? Secretly established the largest underground gang in Verbo City, the 'Brotherhood', with more than five hunting parties and chambers of commerce.

Hahaha, it's even more like you, the guy who hides the deepest in the shadow empire.

Do you still dare to say that he has no ability and ambition?

Maybe his ambition is not enough, and what we have to do is to dig it out and put it in front of him. Until that time, it was the moment when this Count Dusson was truly reborn. ”

Maurelius seemed to have a high regard for this Crassos, and even showed a hint of admiration in his words. This shocked Count Dracula, who knew that he was a proud genius and that it was rare to hear his heartfelt compliments.

"Then why don't you just recruit him into our organization? When our plan starts to take effect, I think with his intelligence, he will definitely be able to guess that we are doing something.

I guess by then, he'll hate us. Count Dracula wondered.

Maurires shook his head and said, "If you tell him now, although it is possible to let him join us, I dare not say absolutely." I will never allow this rescue plan to fail, that's the bottom line.

Besides, when Crasso saw how powerful we were, I think it would make him even more determined to join us, right?

Do you want to live in the shadow of the old marquis for the rest of your life, or do you want to have a group of powerful allies and become the king of the future?

I don't think it's a difficult choice for him. ”

Maurilius stood up after speaking, and the purple-robed man beside him remained silent as he stood behind him.

"I've been hiding for a while recently, and there's news from there that the people from the Demon Sealing Society will come to the Eastern Continent in the near future, maybe they've already arrived.

Although I don't know what the purpose of their visit is this time, but for the sake of caution, I think it's better to avoid it, and I'll leave it to you here, and you must be careful. ”

For the first time, Maurires's tone changed, and he became cautious.

"They're coming, these damn hounds! I hope it doesn't interfere with our plans. Damn it, these guys should go to hell!"

As soon as he heard the name "Demon Sealing Society", Count Dracula, who had always looked indifferent, immediately became gritted his teeth. But anyone could tell that there was a lingering fear in his pupils.

"Don't worry about Nicholas, they don't necessarily smell 'meat'. I've been here for hundreds of years, and I can't allow that.

As for you, after so many years, I'm afraid they have forgotten about you a long time ago, and when they leave, I will let you know. Remember, try not to leave your castle this time. ”

Maurilius seemed to see Count Dracula's hidden fears, and stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder as if to reassure.

The purple-robed man was still silent behind him, and he waved his hand lightly, and the purple mist spread out a spatial portal.

Seeing that Maurius and the purple-robed man disappeared into the spatial portal, Count Dracula couldn't sit still anymore, and stood up a little bored,

His furrowed brow was not flattened by Maurires' comfort. Dracula walked to the wine cabinet in the corner, grabbed the delicate and ornate crystal wine bottle in one hand, and took the crystal wine glass from the glass holder in the other.

The golden-brown wine flowed into the glass, and Count Dracula drank it dry, a little tiredly. Just as he was pouring the wine again. Ranwen

Click!

The wine glass in his hand was crushed by him. However, the right hand, which was stained with crystal shards, turned an eerie black, and the black nails like eagle claws shimmered with a penetrating coldness.

Recalling the years when he was hunted down by the Demon Sealing Society, Count Dracula's eyes were filled with endless hatred, and he tilted his head and drank the wine in the bottle with a bang.

In a nondescript grocery store in the northern part of Verbo City in the Orion Empire, a middle-aged man in a coarse linen apron with sleeve covers is standing at a somewhat narrow counter calculating yesterday's profits.

"Twitter ......"

Suddenly, there was the chirping of birds outside the window.

The middle-aged shopkeeper's movements were abrupt, he helped his somewhat broad-rimmed glasses, closed the ledger, and walked towards the window.

The shopkeeper poked his head out of the window, looked left and right, and then brought in an emerald green bird that had landed on the windowsill.

The little bird, which was originally chirping, was not afraid of the big hands that stretched out, as if it was a pampered fat cat in a lady's house, rubbing the thumb of the shopkeeper, and even turned over, revealing the emerald green belly.

The middle-aged shopkeeper carried the bird into the back room and bolted the door. There are no windows in the back room, and it is a completely enclosed room.

The middle-aged shopkeeper seemed to be able to see objects in the dark and found the tables and chairs in the room with precision.

The middle-aged shopkeeper sitting in a chair recited a strange incantation, and in an instant the oil lamp on the table lit up, and the room was bright again.

"The goddess of life is above, I hope it is good news. The middle-aged shopkeeper sighed lightly.

Touching the bird's supple feathers, an inconspicuous bamboo tube is tied to its slender paws.

He took out tweezers and took out a rolled-up note from the bamboo tube.

The middle-aged shopkeeper read the contents of the note over and over again, for fear that he had missed any details.

"Alas, something happened, but fortunately Vanessa and they are all alive. I have to inform Kiral as soon as possible. ”

The middle-aged shopkeeper sighed again, and a few sparks burst out from the note in his hand, which burned violently in an instant.

He went out of the back room, went to the window again, and let the bird go.

The middle-aged shopkeeper picked up the shabby coat hanging on the hanger, locked the grocery store from the outside, and disappeared into the alley.

......

As one of the Brotherhood's recent minor leaders, Kiral's daily street patrol is an indispensable link. There were awesome guys or thorns from other gangs on the street to make trouble, and it was his job to figure it out.

Keller's daily route was almost constant, and at twelve o'clock in the middle of the day he would sit at a breakfast stall and drink a bowl of hot broth.

"Tom. Kaylar sat down at the old place.

"Boss Kailar is here! I'll bring you a bowl of broth, double the beef!"

The old man at the stall was accustomed to the punctual arrival of Kiral, and before he could sit down, he brought him a bowl of hot broth with sharp cuts of meat.

Kaylar picked up the broth and blew it, his fingers touching his left hand below the edge of the table corner, intentionally or not. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Kaylar glanced at his finger.

When Khalar saw the black ash on his fingers, his brow wrinkled unconsciously, and then immediately let go.

Khalar quietly drank the broth as usual, threw down a silver coin, and left as if he had nothing to do.

Instead of patrolling the street as usual, Kiral walked into an alley and stumbled to the grocery store.

A young man who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old was standing in the alley and looking. When he saw Kylar coming, his eyes lit up, and he didn't say hello, as if they didn't know each other, and the two of them made a mistake.

Kaylal walked into the grocery store, and the young man walked out of the alley, wandered around the neighborhood for a while, and then returned to where he had been, nodding to the middle-aged shopkeeper in front of the grocery store's window.

The shopkeeper walked into the inner room, closed the door, and there were more than a dozen people sitting or standing in the room, who seemed to have any profession, and they all looked like they were waiting for each other at this moment.

"Uncle Rory, what happened, I used the emergency contact code"

Kylar was the first to speak, and as the only elf to succeed in the Brotherhood, he also confirmed that his position was only below Uncle Rory.

"Today there is news from Captain Vanessa's side that they have used our intelligence to ambush the hunting party of the Yorkthu Merchant Order. As a result, the hunting party not only made adequate preparations, but also called in mercenaries from all over the city to round them up.

Fortunately, a few Terran friends sacrificed their lives to help, otherwise they might have been wiped out. ”

Uncle Rory said in a heavy tone. There was an uproar when everyone heard this.