"Why hasn't this Fritz come back?" In the evening, Ruitbird sat at the table in the garden, waiting for his chief guard to return for dinner, but he could not wait for Fritz's return. It stands to reason that Fritz should have returned sooner.

"You go and send two more people to urge him, and inquire about what's going on, and he's still waiting for him to eat." Ruitbird ordered the attendants on the side. The squire nodded, and turned down to send someone, this was already the second wave of Ruitbold's faction.

Just as Ruitbird was bored and began to stack his knives and forks on top of each other, or to make a "ding" sound when they hit each other, an attendant ran in in a panic, shouting as he ran: "Master, it's not good! ”

Ruitbird frowned and stopped fiddling with the knife and fork: "What's wrong?" Take your time. ”

"Free...... Captain Fritz he he he ...... He's been killed! The squire was startled and anxious, and his tongue began to turn against him, but Ruitbird understood the squire's words.

"Dangchang!" The knife and fork in Ruitbyrd's hand fell to the plate, and he froze.

"Dead ...... He's dead? Ruitbyrd slumped in his chair and seemed to mumble to himself.

"Yes, sir, Captain...... Captain: He was killed by a female mage! The attendant wept bitterly and angrily.

"Female ...... Female mage? Ruitbird was so shocked that a ripple suddenly rippled in Mune's heart.

"Yes, sir! A female mage! Seems to be an elven female mage! ”

"Boom!" Ruitbird slapped the table, swept the plates, knives and forks, and lifted the tablecloth, and everything on the table crackled and fell to the floor. Ruitbird glared at a pair of big bloodshot eyes, slapped the table and shouted to the people: "Prepare the horses!" Prepare the horses! Quick, get ready! ”

"Sir, supper ......," said a maid trembling.

"fart! Prepare my horses! Ruiterbourd, who claimed to be a man of culture, made a rare foul mouth, and he took a big step, but his legs were so weak that he collapsed to the ground, and the attendants rushed forward to help him. Ruitbird pushed the attendant away: "Go and ask Mr. Gold!" The attendants had to run to prepare the carriage, and in an instant the servants were all scattered, leaving only Ruitbird in the garden.

Ruitborne sat on the ground, and what he feared had finally happened. The power of a legendary ** division is not something he can resist, even if he counts the heroic barbarian Gold. Maybe Castile can be counted, although Castilla has just been promoted to the hero level, but the two of them together should always be able to save their lives, right?

The blow to him today was just too great. Fritz is his most trusted confidant, the most effective assistant, Ruitbird knows that Fritz's ability is not a little higher than his own, and the loss of Fritz is not only the loss of a capable chief of guard, but also the loss of a keen insight adviser and a resolute executor in the market. Ruitbird can lose Gold-Hero-level combat power, although extremely rare, but as long as you are willing to give it, you can always buy it; But Ruitbird can't afford to lose Fritz, lose Fritz, with his own level of business, it is enough to keep it, want to further expand his career, and win the title of Brucas Snow? I'm afraid it's even more difficult.

What's more, Ruitborne has no children under his knees, only a nephew who is not a child, he has always raised Fritz as his successor in his heart, he has made up his mind that after his death, all his family property will be given to his nephew, and the rest will be given to Fritz, he is already old, and many things have been seen, and the reason why he is obsessed with gaining a foothold in Brucasno, and even ignoring other businesses in the whole of Abel Island, and moving to the southern suburbs of Brucasno, is because he was kicked out of Brucasno when he was young, He wanted to go back and restore his father's glory. He became a councillor, he was halfway there, and the remaining half was to return to Brucasno, take control of the city, and become the most powerful councillor instead of the insignificant councillor he is now.

And now, the heir in his heart is dead, he is just an ordinary person, even if he has a brilliant life, he can only live for more than twenty years, what about after that? Give your family property to your nephew Erwin, who is not a weapon, so that he can ruin all the family property? He suddenly felt a touch of desolation. What's the use of your own efforts? Thinking that his life's work would be handed over to a gentleman who would ruin this family property if he did not learn and did not know how to do it, Ruitbold's heart became more and more desolate. At the end of the day, he's old.

Now, a legendary ** master has his sights on him again, but he can't die, he still has to live, find the next heir, or train Erwin to be a qualified helmsman, and he must not die or fail until this goal is accomplished. He won't let this little girl Cheyenne defeat him, he has survived so many ups and downs, gone through so many monstrous waves, and finally lost in the hands of a little girl who doesn't know anything and just relies on the shadow of his ancestors? No, it must not be! He Ruitbird has been crisscrossing the mall for decades, relying on ruthlessness and resoluteness, and he will not lose. He is going to find Castia, and only with Castilla and Gold will he have a glimmer of life, and as long as there is a glimmer of life, he will be able to turn the situation around and make a final decision. This is the confidence of his Ruiter, an old dog with sound teeth.

"Castile ......," Ruitbird muttered as he slumped on the ground.

"Sir," said one of the attendants, bowing, not daring to look at Ruitbold, "the carriage is ready. ”

"Help me up." Ruitbold's voice was unusually hoarse, as if something had been mixed into his throat.

The squire helped Ruitbird up from the grass, walked slowly to the door, and helped him into the car. Gold was already waiting in the car. Gold looked at Ruitbyrd, his mood was very complicated, the old man in front of him was ruthless and never soft, he always stepped on countless white bones under his feet, but at this time, he was just an ordinary poor old man. Gold sighed, there must be pity for the hateful.

"Go to the proving ground in Castile." Ruitbird said in a low voice, and his words only rolled in his throat, but the sharp-eared coachman could barely hear it, and the coachman hurriedly whipped his whip on the horse's buttocks, and the horse was frightened, and at once it sprang out, and drove forward with the carriage as fast as possible. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie