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The air was hot, but no one felt warm - one of the three men in the operation, Jill, hooked his head and burrowed into the crowd on the side of the long table. He looked at William, kneeling on the floor in the middle of the house, and his heart was filled with fear and unease.

In this matter, if the leader Kozmo has to investigate to the end, in addition to William, Joseph has nothing to do with him - in the southern city of Afron, "Grizzly" Kozmo is indeed an out-and-out villain, but in the "bloody fangs", in a way, Kozmo can be regarded as a very good leader. At the very least, he has always been fair in his dealings.

If William is punished, or if something happens to him at the hands of an angry leader. Then he and Joseph will definitely not be much better.

Jill prayed silently, and he gently flicked the shoulders of the man in front of him, sneaking through the cracks in the human sliding—but as soon as he showed his head, he found that a staring gaze had fallen on him.

And in his ears, "greedy and self-righteous fellow...... still echoed", sharp words, like a whip dipped in water, whipped his terrified heart fiercely.

Following this line of sight, although Gil knew that Kozmo would never allow his men to disobey his will, this time, out of nowhere, courage made him stand out from the crowd:

"Boss, the target is still in Afron. We still have a chance. ”

"Ho - still a chance? Is it just a few of you? ”

Spit splashed in the air, and Kozmo grimaced, grinning as he looked at his unruly men.

"Idiot! A possible high-level job seeker, do you think a few of you will be enough? ”

"But I think we can try, this time we were just too careless."

It seemed to be scolding and ridiculing, but there was a hint of looseness in it, William heard this meaning, and quickly said that he heard that the punishment of the protest organization was only the worst option when forced to do so. If possible, he didn't want to leave the "bloody fangs" and go back to the old days of wandering mercenaries who ate and slept in the open. Moreover, William was not convinced by the fight with the bandit leader, and in that case, being ambushed and missing for a while did not really reflect the difference in strength between the two sides.

He looked up at Kozmo with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"Hey, hey."

Kozmo sneered twice, touched the blue gem on the ring, and did not speak. The reason why he was angry was not just because of the mess in this matter - he knew the virtue of his subordinates, and he also had a rough estimate of the strength of the target. The reason for his annoyance, in addition to the self-assertion of a few of his subordinates and the loss of Rael, came more from his bad mood after returning from Clover Manor.

But now, after a day, Kozmo's anger has subsided, and he has returned to his usual rationality.

It seemed that his men had not forgotten the majesty of his leader, and Kozmo looked around at the cowering and frightened faces, and felt a little more satisfied in his heart - even if William was killed, the hundreds of silver Rael in the lost money bag would not have grown legs and ran back. Let them make up for their mistakes again, in fact, it is not impossible.

Kozmo remained expressionless, his gaze swept over William, over Jill, and finally on Joseph, the greasy bald head, instantly gathering all eyes in the room.

As the old man of the "bloody fangs" and a confidant of Kozmo, Joseph quickly sensed the leader's desire to show his majesty. And for some things that need to be loosened down the steps, you need to let other people open their mouths and derive the introduction.

"Boss, send more people, I think there is still hope for this matter. After all, the goal is just to be alone. ”

Joseph touched his shiny head and whispered.

"Really? Joseph, since you have so much faith, this matter is left to you. The people you need, you can pick and choose now. ”

Kozmo pulled a bottle of Calthus from the closet by the wall and grunted into his furry mouth.

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The autumn night of Afron gradually changed from the lights at night to the darkness. In the deep night sky, a full moon hangs lonely high, and the breeze blows through the flowing clouds, and the night scene under the moonlight becomes cold.

In Afronsi, the drinking party at Clover Manor has come to an end. The servants began to clean up and clean up the cups and plates. The guests who were invited to the reception dispersed one after another. They were either overjoyed and smiling because they had met a beautiful aristocratic lady or lady, or they were smiling at each other because they had learned some kind of news. Marcuro stood at the door of the hall, smiling and waving, personally seeing off every departing guest.

His smile was completely genuine and joyful - shortly after the reception began, a short piece of news quickly spread under the arrangement of someone who cares: Mr. Lecter from Karthas had come to the reception! As Marculo expected, this news was so "inspiring" that some of the nobles and representatives of various forces in the city of Afron had previously held a neutral wait-and-see position for various reasons, but after learning of the news, they all made some explicit or implicit statements to him.

As for the others, most of them are just young aristocratic ladies who are keen on lace news and gossip. When his cousin, Lena Barros, returned to the reception hall from the garden, the usually idle ladies swarmed like a flock of chirping sparrows for information.

Marcoolo was pleased with the situation—he watched his cousin and "Mr. Lecter" return to the hall one after the other, and he winked again at the young man with short tan hair.

From the bottom of his heart, he admired Lecter's past deeds and himself. But in each other's positions, solicitation or refuge is not a matter of aristocratic etiquette and rules. Therefore, it is actually a more suitable choice to find a different way and form an intimate relationship between the two parties.

And at the level of interaction between the upper nobility, through Lecter as an intermediary, he also expressed a kind of goodwill to the Karthas side.

Looking up at the night sky, a subtle smile appeared on Marcoolo's lips - he could imagine what kind of expression Leos, the Admiral of the Kingdom of Afron, would have had when the news had been received.

Perhaps, this group of guys with a rigid temperament and ignorance of current affairs should also recognize the facts.