Ryan. Cutler shuddered, and suddenly woke up from his sleep.

"Hiss......" But before he could get up, he covered his forehead first.

The excessive drinking at the celebration party has left him in a hangover with a splitting headache.

The winter night fell early, and it was pitch black outside the carriage.

While the Haveland Entertainment attracted so many tourists, it also filled all the hotels in the town, and even their benefactor of the Cutler Performing Arts, the mysterious troubadour, paid three times the price to get two vacant rooms that had been checked out.

Fortunately, as a performing arts troupe that travels around the Eastern Plains, Ryan doesn't mind sleeping in his own car with his wife...... Especially when there are still trophies from the previous performing arts conference in the carriage.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the gold-plated trophy with mixed feelings.

Originally, their troupe's participation in the competition was just a whim and a little fluke, even if he was very satisfied with the dance choreographed by his wife, he also knew very well how many performing arts troupes were eyeing the honor of winning the competition and the huge prize money of 100 gold coins.

After the dancing girl of his own performing arts troupe was poached by the Ross Performing Arts Troupe, he was even more sad to realize the helplessness and humiliation of his small performing arts troupe.

Ross wants to buy his own entertainment company, but Ryan is clear that the other party's target is not Cutler's small and broken entertainment company, but his wife.

Returning his gaze to his wife, who was still asleep, Ryan's expression softened slightly.

He's just an ordinary man with no special talent. And she is the daughter of a small nobleman, and it took them a long time to come together after they fell in love, and even made his wife break with the family for this reason, and no longer have the surname that once made her proud.

From the original brocade clothes and jade food to the current thrifty food, from the original carefree to now worry about livelihood every day, even the original white and tender hands are full of calluses because of long-term housework and labor, no longer slender and tender.

However, his wife never said anything, and has been paying silently.

So even if it's for her. You have to work harder.

Ryan touched the leather pocket in his arms. Ninety gold coins were placed as a prize money - for some reason, the puppeteer girl said that she had already gained enough this time, so she only took ten, and the mysterious troubadour refused the gift of gold coins after accepting a gem that was not very good.

This made Ryan happy and a little uneasy at the same time.

Ninety gold coins - this is a huge amount of money enough to buy a small performing arts company of the size of a Cutler Performing Arts Company.

If you give him time to develop well. Don't say it's a medium-sized performing arts troupe like Ross who wants money. Maybe even a big performing arts company won't be a problem!

But at the same time. This huge amount of money is like a piece of fat, enough to make those outlaws covet them.

It's okay in Havelan, the lord hasn't left yet. If there is news that the troupe has just won and received a reward, and it is robbed the next day, even if it is for the sake of his own face, the lord will order a thorough investigation and bring the sinner to justice. But once they leave Avelan, those who lurk in the shadows that the sun can't find will definitely be eager to do something to them!

"Maybe it's better to spend most of the money tomorrow." Carefully helping his wife cover the quilt, Ryan lay down again, looked at the roof of the carriage, and thought about what happened next: "It just so happens that many small performing arts troupes have not left Avilland yet, buy some ones with a better reputation, buy some spare materials or something, and then hire some mercenary guards, it should be okay if the noise is a little bigger." ”

But I don't know what Lu Dao is for, he is always a little uneasy in his heart.

Ryan, who was most distracted, got up the more he thought about it, put on his clothes, opened the carriage door, and planned to go out to chat with the magic swordsman who was keeping vigil by the campfire for a while, and by the way, calm his still stabbing head through the cold winter air.

However, the moment he opened the carriage door, he sensed that something was wrong, and the magic swordsman by the campfire fell to the ground, and with the help of the firelight, he could see a dark red liquid slowly flowing out from under him.

Then a dagger glittered with silver light against his throat.

Two assassination swordsmen who had hidden their forms with the help of magic emerged from the air and appeared in front of him.

"Don't be silent, sir...... The one by the campfire has already shown you what it means to be uncooperative. One of the magic swordsmen whispered, a voice as shrill as if he was scraping a blackboard with his fingernails, making it easy to hear the other person using falsetto.

Is there really anyone who is not afraid of death and dares to do it today? Lane's heart suddenly reached his throat, obviously the temperature was very low, but a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I can give you money if you ask for it, but please don't continue to hurt our people." Ryan. Cutler could only sigh and let out a somewhat unproductive cry for mercy.

"No, we don't want your money, sir." Unexpectedly, the other magic swordsman shook his head.

"Yes...... I don't have anything else here that is worth your hands on......"

"It's just work."

Ryan felt a little dizzy.

At this time, another voice answered his doubts.

"What they want should be your flowery wife."

The three of them looked together in the direction from which the voice had come from.

I saw the mysterious troubadour walking slowly over with Rose, who was still wearing pajamas in one hand and his face was pale, as if he couldn't feel the weight of the other party's dead pig-like figure.

The two maidens who followed him gathered around the downed Night Watch swordsman, and one of the small blue-haired girls shook her head at the troubadour, indicating that she was no longer saved.

"I'm here...... Well, forget it, I found a contract with a magical aura in this guy's room. ”

Sivi threw the fat man who had applied the featherfall technique to the ground, and then pulled out an antique yellowed parchment: "It seems that there is a noble family who has paid a sum of money far more than the prize you have received, and entrusted him to take your wife with you." And the deadline marked on the contract is in the last few days, and if it fails, something interesting may happen. ”

Sivi's words made Ryan. Cutler's brain is like being struck by lightning, and he can't get along with himself for Ross, a guy who wants money to die, and would rather have a bloody wallet than a lose-lose deal with Cutler's entertainment troupe, harming others and himself, and forcing his originally good small performing arts troupe to be like this, and now he understands it all at once.

I'm afraid that he didn't covet his wife's beauty, but somehow he learned about his wife's original birth, and then negotiated with that family, accepted the other party's commission and demanded a high amount of wealth, so he targeted himself everywhere.

"Then the two over there," he rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket, and Sivi smiled at the two assassination swordsmen who were like great enemies, "Are you planning to turn yourself in?" Or shall I send you to turn yourself in? ”

"Wait, our financier has been caught by you, and this job will naturally be abandoned." One of the demon swordsmen spoke up, "In this way, we have nothing to do with each other, and you don't need to be forced to fight each other, right?" ”

"No, no, isn't it just lying over there?" Sivi pointed behind him.

Looking in the direction he pointed, there was the slain Night Watch swordsman.

"So, don't you plan to get together with us?" The voice of the demon swordsman who spoke suddenly became cold.

He originally thought that the other party's ability to appear near him without them noticing was a bit weird, coupled with the strange power that could easily pick up Rose, so he was a little jealous of Sivi, and said this in line with the principle that more is better than less.

However, as a killer, he is naturally not afraid of this kind of trouble: "In that case......"

"Negotiations broke down." Sivi also smiled and agreed.

Then he raised his hand slightly...... (To be continued......)