A tiny arrow flew at Jason the moment he stepped across the courtyard gate.

Jason dodged with his head.

Chop!

With a loud sound, tiny arrows disappeared into the frame.

"There are assassins!"

The guards shouted, some in front of Jason, some rushing into the shadow of the arrow.

Soon, the Assassin was caught.

This is a middle-aged man, with an ordinary figure, a stiff face, dull eyes, and no slightness in his eyes, like a marionette.

'Piper'!

After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Jason subconsciously thought.

The Assassins in front of him were the same as those who were controlled in Taure.

Moreover, when Emmorton III died just now, Jason remembered Aunt Lim's words clearly.

The Pied Piper's ambitions are not just to share a body with Elmerton III, nor are they just to be Federation.

The other side has greater ambitions.

Assassination at the moment......

It's nothing more than a temptation!

Tempt him...... No, it's a test of Gerald's situation!

Jason thought silently, his eyes fixed on the sluggish assassin.

Under Jason's gaze, a twinkle appeared in the sluggish assassin's eyes.

"Gerald, long time no see."

There was a hint of joy in the other party's voice.

And then

The voice began to be full of malice.

"Are you ready to die?"

After the other party's voice fell, he let out a cold laugh.

The laughter grows smaller, louder.

Gradually, the captive leaned back and forth with laughter.

Jason frowned secretly.

He doesn't like to hide his laughter.

In normal times, he can use a broad-bladed short-handled machete to persuade the other party to be kind.

But what about Gerald?

What would Gerard do?

Jason pondered.

It's a bit difficult for Jason.

Because, Gerald is a competent brother who has always shown gentleness and thoughtfulness in front of him.

So, in Jason's mind, the only scene in Jason's mind was that first sight, outside the harbor of Hans, where Gerald faced the enemy with a crisp and clean face.

Is the 'Piper' an enemy?

Yes.

Unquestioned enemy.

Since it is the enemy.

That......

Jason, who had made up his mind in his heart, walked directly in front of the captive when Little Leader raised his hand to signal the guards to stop the other party.

Jason lowered his head and looked at the laughing opponent quietly.

There was no wave in his eyes.

There was no anger.

Not even colder.

All there is is calm.

Looking at each other is like looking at ordinary grass and trees.

The captive's laughter gradually stopped.

But this did not prevent the other party from looking at Jason with more provocative eyes.

Looking at such a provocative look, Jason said lightly:

"I'm here, waiting for you to come ......"

"Send to death!"

With that, Jason turned around and left.

The captive was stunned for a moment, and then struggled violently, but was pressed to the ground by the guards, and could only raise his head and stare viciously at the distant back of 'Gerald'.

The other party stiffened his neck and roared loudly:

"I'll make you regret it!"

"I'm going to make you ...... Woooooo ”

Before the other party could finish speaking, Little Leader raised his hand and pulled out the handkerchief, blocking the other party's mouth.

"Thrown into the dungeon."

Little Leader said.

"Yes."

The guards slammed their scabbards on each other's necks, as if dragging them to death, and dragged them down.

By this time, Little Leader had caught up with Jason.

The interrogation of the captives, he would do later.

The most important thing at the moment is to deal with the incident inside 111 Delen Street.

As is customary, little Leader is one step behind.

Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar, but familiar back, little Leader seemed to have some kind of delusion.

The one in front of me is Lord Gerald.

Whether it's the way you walk, the tone of your voice, or the way you handle things.

It's exactly like Lord Gerald.

If before, little Leader was still a little apprehensive.

At this time, it is basically safe to put your mind at ease.

It's no problem for Lord Jason to take over as Lord Gerald temporarily.

However, some details still need to be adjusted.

For example: Eat!

The valet thought of Jason's appearance of no manners when he was eating.

Suddenly, he shook his head, and then, the personal valet made up his mind-

I'm going to have to correct Mr. Jason's bad flaws.

……

Sitting in the chair, 'Emmorton III', holding the wine glass, threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground.

Syllable!

Crystal cup, directly shattered.

The scarlet liquor flowed in all directions.

"Gerald!"

The roar of anger echoed through the highest floors of the entire Möbius Palace.

The guards guarding the door were accustomed to this.

Almost every few days, he roared like that.

At first, there were flatterers who seemed to be concerned about entering, but after being hacked to death by that sword, no one dared to enter at will.

Unless you are summoned to do so.

Whew! Whew!

'Emmorton III' gasped for breath.

The anger on his face distorted his originally handsome countenance.

But, the next moment—

"Hey, hey, hey."

This 'Emmorton III' laughed weirdly.

"Gerald! Gerrard! ”

"You're still affected after all!"

"The lifting of the 'Bloodline Curse' has made you so tired in a short period of time that you didn't discover the assassin I arranged in advance, nor did you discover the true purpose of his appearance."

"Your perception is blunt to this extent."

"What about your ......"

"How much strength is left?"

The Ruler of the Federation muttered to himself.

The decades-long plan is about to be completed.

He's waited too long!

Right now

All that's left is left,

Final Ring: Gerald!

Thinking of this, he couldn't bear it anymore.

The head of the Federation rang the bell.

Jingle bells.

The valet walked in.

"Your Excellency."

The valet bowed.

"Ground troops."

"Let them get all the attention of the South."

"And!"

"Those hidden shadows, let me act!"

"I'm going to make Gerrard tired!"

Said the head of the Federation.

"Yes, sir!"

The manservant received the order and immediately arranged it.

One after another, orders entered the barracks.

One by one, carrier pigeons soared into the air.

One secret order after another, through secret methods, spread to all directions.

The Great War is coming!

All the people in Golsaysay inexplicably felt a sense of depression that was about to come.

Passers-by became hurried.

The merchants were worried.

The new aristocrats were both excited and afraid.

Mixed emotions permeated the capital of the new federation.

Their emotions were like steam.

Perceived by 'Emmorton III', who stands at the highest point of the Mobius Palace.

The head of the Confederation walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking all of Goldsay.

"Let's get started!"

"Let it all start in your prison!"

"Those guys who were imprisoned by you, their resentment, detonated the guy who just entered the cage, they are the beginning of your downfall!"

After saying that, the ruler of the Federation raised his palm and clenched his fist violently in a special ceremony.

And then......

Nothing happened.

Only the sound of the wind blowing.

The Governor of the Federation was stunned for a moment, and once again clenched his fists with a special ritual.

But nothing happened.

Not only is it not activated, but even the connection that has always existed seems to be disappearing, becoming nothing.

Subconsciously, the Governor of the Federation changed the ritual.

He stepped up his ties with the 'shadows'.

And right now!

An extremely cold death aura invaded along the changed ritual.

Before it could really get closer, the soul of 'Emmorton III' trembled.

Without hesitation, the Governor of the Federation cut off the ritual directly.

Burst!

The fierce backlash caused the federal ruler to spurt blood.

The next moment, the other party roared again:

"Gerald!"