Generally speaking, if you are dragged to sleep by your tiredness, you will most likely wake up in the middle of the night with a nightmare - and then, a sleepless night.

Most of the content in the dream is similar - after all these years, under normal circumstances, I should almost get used to it. It's just that a certain voice in his heart is still taking advantage of those things and constantly tormenting him.

"After all, I did this kind of thing...... Maybe that's the atonement, right? He used to laugh at himself like that. In any case, no matter how much my conscience persecutes and urges, I can only go so far - otherwise what will happen? Confess to others, and then, destroy the huge business circle that you have managed to run with great difficulty?

After death, when he came to the side of the goddess, how would his father and grandfather, who had high hopes for him, think of himself after knowing all this? He didn't dare to think about it.

Therefore, it has been muddled until now.

Only now, fate has finally found him.

The special medicine of the Duchy of Remephilia is indeed worthy of the reputation of the most developed modern medical industry in the Semria region - only when taking this medicine can he feel the kind of calm and quiet deep sleep that everyone can enjoy, but for him is a luxury. It's just that, perhaps for some other reason, the doctors never readily put the name of the drug on their prescriptions.

It's just that this kind of luxury that is rare for him has also come to an end tonight.

He woke up almost instantly when the sword rested on his neck with an astonishing chill.

The thick curtains that had been closed before going to bed had already been opened; The bulletproof glass that was carefully inspected by himself and tightly closed was also neatly pried open, and there was only a huge opening in the entire window, and the cold wind of late autumn continued to pour into the room that should have been warm and comfortable along the hole that looked a little gloomy, and the bright moon that was about to leave the window because it was almost late at night looked even more strange at this time.

"Your butler is asleep—I woke you up after confirming that." The man with the weapon said in a calm, cozy voice, "It looks like you're on good terms—so you don't want to risk waking him up." I promise, if you do that, I'll take the lives of both of you without mercy. Do you understand? ”

A cold sweat broke out on the Count of Hertha - what was going on? Kidnapped yourself?

"The ......" he tried to speak to the strange kidnapper, and tried to turn around to see his face, but was lightly touched by a merciless short knife—and in an instant, a shallow trail of blood was left, and in the biting cold, he suddenly woke up—the strange sound of the window beating earlier!

"Don't move—without my instructions." The voice warned, "Now do as I tell you if you don't want to be found tomorrow morning, already in your home chopped to pieces." ”

There was something unmistakable in this man's voice - he understood that in business activities, those who really have heads and faces have this ability to give people powerful persuasive hints as soon as they open their mouths. Then, applying it to this situation, it means that the person in front of him, if necessary, will really kill himself without mercy.

At his command, Count Hertha finally held himself in a corner with a set of alloy handcuffs handed to him. In his somewhat uneasy mood, the visitor seemed to remember something else, and kept checking back and forth in his room, rummaging for something.

"......" tried to speak several times, but closed his mouth several times - he didn't dare to forget the other party's warning just now.

Finally, I don't know how long, after handcuffing himself and setting it aside, the man finally turned his gaze back to himself.

"I have a few questions for you." As the man spoke, Count Hertha couldn't help but shudder again.

"These problems...... I'm not sure if you can give me the answer I want. However, you better pray to the Goddess that you have ...... Otherwise, I won't be able to do it here. ”

"That'...... That, as long as I know it, I will know everything. Count Hertha swallowed his saliva and said.

"I just looked for it...... There's nothing in your room that seems to match your identity. I remember, aren't you a very famous gem dealer in this Gongdu area? Why don't you even have a voucher or anything like that at home? And...... I couldn't find even a single sample or anything like that. That's weird, isn't it? ”

"The ......," Count Hertha smiled bitterly, "I...... The gem business in the Balyahat region is basically something that all nobles are involved in, and I don't have anything special ......."

"Isn't that right...... You're one of the top brokers in the area, and that's been reliably confirmed. The man said slowly, and then seemed to take out a list from his bosom, "Do you want me to read it to you?" ”

"......" Count Hertha was full of suspicion and chose to shut up. What kind of tricks is the other party playing?

"Since you don't say it...... That's all I can do. The man shrugged his shoulders, and then seemed to feel something like a force guide from his waist—the outer shell of the force guide was tightly wrapped in some kind of metal, and it was impossible to see any parameters on the surface, and no information about the manufacturer could be found—and then he operated the force guide and emitted a soft glow, by which the Count of Hertha finally saw that the man who came was covered with a hood so tightly that he could not see his face at all. Even the voice seemed to have been processed by something, and he was sure he had never heard it.

The man spread out the paper in his hand, and he gestured confidently. Count Hertha even thinks that this guy must have really found any information about himself, right? However, his related business has long been deposited in several exchanges specified by himself according to the orders of Count Amencia-although he can also get a lot of income in return, but the core secrets of the industry, he has never touched himself.

Ever since that happened, that's been the case. It's been seven or eight years.

Yet, what he never dreamed of, what he had read was neither the letter of any of these exchanges, nor the Imperial Bank of Erebonia, or any list of the International Bank of Crossbell, with which he had used to make his accounts—but a nightmarish time.

"Seven Dawn Calendar, Autumn 1199—"

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