Chapter 110: Anger

Frostmoon Village, Wilson Manor.

The periphery of the manor was bustling with activity, with uniformed guards walking neatly by, and some shirtless men training in the courtyard.

Men with knives and guns were all active, and Instructor Levi stood in front of the crowd, but he was a little absent-minded, wandering from time to time, and his eyes were aimed at a certain room in the manor from time to time.

"Something is wrong!"

The sun shone in through the window, apparently it was cleaned a lot, there was not a trace of dust in the room, Koba stood in the room with Saroba, Creel, Naomi and a few others, not a single sound came from the room, even the breathing seemed a little vague.

Everyone looked at a young man in front of them, that is, the current patriarch of the Wilson family, Lin.

Lin sat on the chair, not wearing the usual commodore Dayu, but wearing white casual clothes, his hair casually on his shoulders, if put in reality, he looked like an idol star, not like a navy.

The perennial training did not let the sun erode Lin's face, but it looked a little white, and some women might be ashamed of themselves if they saw it.

Lin's hands were very steady, holding a letter, there were not many words on it, and the whole thing was only a few lines, but Lin read it for several minutes.

The contents of the letter were known to everyone in the room, and Koba had already informed everyone in advance.

"Tell me, Naomi, why something happened to Celyl."

Lin's voice was very soft, but it was a little heavy when it fell into everyone's ears.

"It's my problem, Miss Celiel's voyage is too hasty, and I haven't had time to 'divination' yet."

Lin gently put down the letter in his hand, spread it neatly on the desk, and turned his head, Lin looked at a glass bottle next to him, a little finger inside the glass bottle to be precise.

Although the little finger was stained with filth, a touch of white could still be seen, and it was obvious that it was a girl's finger.

The hands-on man was very experienced, the little finger was broken at the root, there was not much blood sticking to it, and a silver-white ring was worn on the third knuckle of the little finger before it was removed.

This ring was a sixteenth birthday present from Lin to Celyl.

"Dear friend of the Wilson family, hello, I am an unknown little person who admires the Wilson family, I heard two days ago that your family has lost a few people, I am very concerned, so I mobilized all my strength to look for it, and finally found it somewhere."

"It's a pity that this girl is a little injured, we are old and coarse, we can't treat, and we don't have the money to find a doctor, so I hope your family can take something out, so that we can find a doctor to see."

"Moreover, we have put so much effort into believing that you will not be blind, and I believe that my efforts will not be ignored by your family."

"Oh, by the way, I've been doing some research on the pointer of navigation lately, and I hope to study it with the permanent pointer of your family's iron-shirted wood, and I guess you won't refuse my little request."

That's what the letter says.

"Lin, hurry up and save Seril! So what are you waiting for? The outspoken Sarobah was the first to speak.

"Sarobah!"

"Uncle Koba, don't you want to see Celyl die?" Saroba argued with red eyes.

"Young master, young master has his own arrangements." After Koba finished speaking, there was also a hint of redness in his eyes.

Creel, on the other hand, was relatively restrained and did not participate in the argument between Saroba and Koba.

Although Koba said so, as a father, how could he not worry about Seril.

It's just that Koba is not only Celyl's father, but also the butler of the Wilson family, responsible for the operation of the entire family, of course, it is impossible to be as willful as Saroba.

Creel was the calmest of the few, stood up and analyzed:

"The permanent pointer of the iron shirt wood is worth a lot of money, if it is just an ordinary businessman cutting down trees and selling it for money, it will be a profit of hundreds of millions of Baileys every year, and it is impossible to get along with the family, but if it is sold on the black market, it can be sold for at least three or four billion Baileys."

"Creel, what do you mean? For the sake of these billions of Baileys, do you want to die for Celiel? Saroba said as he rushed up and grabbed Creel by the collar.

Creel punched Saroba in the face and said:

"Salopa, calm down, Celiel is my sister, how could I not want to save her, now we should find out who the other party is, so that we can find out the details of the other party and find their hiding place."

Creel straightened his collar, which was being pulled open by Saloba, and said:

"I guess these people should need money urgently in the near future, otherwise they won't provoke us, and these people need a lot of money, we can start looking for it from this aspect."

"Huh." Lin chuckled, stood up, and walked to the window.

The sun shone on everyone, but they didn't feel the slightest warmth, and as Lin moved, everyone in the room seemed to feel a deep oppression, and Naomi was so weak that she couldn't bear to take two steps back.

Lin who was out of anger was already a little unable to control the overflow of his domineering domineering spirit at this moment.

"I always thought that the Don Quixote family was our opponent, why? Why do you dare to bully us with this kind of goods? ”

"I thought about it for a long time before I realized that we were too low-key."

"I tried my best to hide myself from making a big fuss, and in order to buy time for the family, I closed the news of the Wilson family in the newspaper."

"I didn't expect the outside world to mistakenly think that we were easy to bully, and we became a big fat piece in the eyes of others."

"It's my fault!"

"Then help them correct their misconceptions!"

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