The flames swayed in the breeze, and dozens of torches illuminated the streets around the mansion as if it were day.

In the open space in front of the mansion, seven corpses were placed, four Ottomans, a Greek maid, and two killers.

Bulray stood in front of the corpse without saying a word, his face looking a little haggard, and his hair was scattered in a mess, making him even more embarrassed.

It didn't take long for Litam to come over with a troop of cavalry, and in the middle of the cavalry, there were three officials of the town.

The three of them, savagely pulled out of the bed, had no idea what was going on, until they saw a row of corpses on the ground.

The consul and the treasurer immediately weakened their legs and fell to their knees.

The sheriff reported that he was a little slower than half a beat, but he quickly fell to his knees.

"The town has been searched, and no suspicious people have been found for the time being. In all directions, I have arranged for the dark sentry. ”

Litam still spoke without emotion, like a machine that only knew how to carry out orders.

"These two people, have you seen them, think carefully before answering.

Believe me, you can't afford the consequences of lying. ”

Pointing to the killer's body, Braye questioned the three subordinate officers.

"My lord, I haven't seen these two people."

"My lord, I haven't seen it either."

"My lord, I haven't seen it either."

The three subordinate officers gave the same answer, however, this did not seem to be what Bulray wanted.

He instructed Litam, who was standing straight:

"You go to their house again and bring their families with you."

"My lord! I really don't know anything about these two people! Trust me! ”

……

Braye's words made the three subordinate officers panic, and they desperately wanted to prove their innocence.

However, Bula did not say anything, and Litam had already turned his head and went to their house with the cavalry.

As a cold machine, Litam has always been known for his efficiency, and in less than fifteen minutes, he was back with someone to his life.

"Father, what's going on!?"

"Zacta, tell these adults that you're innocent, quick!"

"Dad, I'm scared, I'm scared!"

……

There were fifteen family members of the three subordinate officials, the oldest of whom was about fifty years old, and the youngest was only a child of four or five years old.

The devil, after all, has to show his murderous side.

Braye was unmoved by the cries of these people, and he looked at the dozen or so people with the eyes of a merchant selecting goods.

In the end, the murderous gaze fell on the youngest boy.

"Litam, bring that kid here."

"Don't! Don't!

My youngest son is only five years old, and he can't possibly know what is happening today! ”

The sheriff of the town, who is the father of the child, explained loudly as he tried to rush over and hug his child.

Unfortunately, before he could make a move, a sharp saber was pressed against his neck.

The little boy, who was crying loudly, was brought to him by Litam like a toy, carrying his coat.

"Say, don't you know these two people, tell the truth."

"My lord, I'm telling the truth, I can assure God that I really don't know these two damn guys!"

The sheriff spoke, already with a crying voice, and looked at Bulaille's eyes full of pleading.

Braye was not acquainted with God, and the sheriff's begging did not work.

"Litam, cut off one of this kid's arms."

Maybe it's because Braye has done too many similar things, and when he gives orders, he actually gives people a very casual feeling.

Of course, there is another possibility, and that is nature, an incomparably brutal nature.

"Don't!"

The sheriff's voice was hoarse, but the sharp blade in his throat made him powerless.

"My child!"

"Let my brother go!"

On the other side, the child's mother and brother were also shouting heartbreakingly.

However, no one paid any attention to them at all, and Litam, who had no feelings, scrupulously carried out Braye's orders.

The little boy was pressed to the ground without resistance, and his slender left arm was pulled aside.

Litam raised his saber and was about to fall in an instant.

At this time, Tsepes's voice sounded behind the crowd.

"Wait a minute! Envoy, I have something to discuss with you! ”

Just now, Cepes and the doctor went to bandage the wound and clean the blood stains on his body.

It wasn't until he heard the wailing of the sheriff's family that he rushed over from a house not far away.

To save people, we must also pay attention to strategy, Tsepes did not shout to stop, let alone let Buraye release people.

Because he knows very well, it doesn't work at all.

On this night, four Ottomans died, and there must be a place to vent Buraya's anger.

It is impossible for Braye, who is angry, to follow the advice of Cepes, unless, it is good for him.

So, Tsepes shouted 'Wait a minute', and next, he had to convince Braye to abandon his current barbaric practices.

Litam did not stop at Cepes's words, and the Turkish saber in his hand was still slashed at the child's arm.

However, as he swung his knife, he threw an inquiring look at Braye.

Bulraye nodded slightly, and in the next second, the improved broad-ridged Turkish saber slashed heavily on the stone ground.

The child's family was terrified to the extreme, and it was only when they saw the saber fall to the ground that they breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Litam did not let go of the child, he raised his saber again and carried it on his shoulder, no one knew when the next knife would be cut.

"Tsepes, what do you want to discuss, say it now."

Bula spoke, the expression on his face that Tsepes had seen before.

The last time Braye had that expression, he had slept in Daval's groom.

"Your Excellency, go to your room and talk about it, I have something important to report to you."

Cepes's face was full of smiles, and his tone was full of the smell of a subordinate asking for instructions from a superior.

Braye liked this way of talking, he nodded, and walked into the mansion of the treasurer of the small town behind him.

In the hall, the pungent smell of blood wafted from the hall, and two Ottoman soldiers died here not long ago.

"What's the matter, tell me quickly, I'm going to continue to interrogate the prisoner."

Bulray's face still maintained a haughty expression, obviously to tell Cepes not to say what he shouldn't say.

"Your Excellency, I had a brief conversation with a killer.

It is certain that the two of them came from Sicily, in the Kingdom of Naples. ”

Braye's expression changed, and he spoke:

"Oh? Why didn't you say it before? ”

"Your Excellency, I was frightened before, and I've been analyzing the situation in my head, so I haven't had time to say it yet."

"Okay, I see, is there anything else?"

Bulray was noncommittal about the answer given by Tepes, but he listened to the tone of his voice with a little dissatisfaction.

Cepes pursed his lips and thought for a moment, making it look like he had made a deliberate decision.

"Your Excellency, I need your protection, and all of Wallachia needs your protection!"

The first half of the sentence, for now, is the truth.

When he had just killed the killer, he finally got this after a comprehensive analysis, which was a bit tangled.

As for the second half of the sentence, it's pure nonsense, but most people love to listen to this kind of nonsense.

On Braye's face, there was a moment of surprise at first, and then a look of surprise was replaced by smugness.