Chapter Seventy-Five: Conspiracy
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"Well, Mr. Sulu......"
After a brief hesitation, Evie. Haynes still chose to believe Sulu's words.
Because the smell of blood in the direction of the gate gave her a sense of foreboding.
"Let's get out of here...... Otherwise, you'll be discovered by those guys. ”
Sulu's brow furrowed and he said in a deep voice.
As they spoke, he sensed two footsteps approaching, accompanied by a hint of blood.
"Hmmm......"
Evie. A hint of surprise appeared on Haines' face, and he replied lightly.
Neither she nor the female knight guards beside her noticed that anyone was approaching.
How did he find out?
Before I knew it, Evie. Haynes was a little curious about the young lord.
Soon, the figures of Sulu and the others gradually disappeared at the end of the passage.
But......
As soon as Sulu left with his front foot, two blood-stained figures appeared near the staircase.
"Hey, someone just left here?"
One of the attendants, armed with a bloody blade, looked at the end of the passage and whispered in confusion.
"Leave them alone, the boss is in the background anyway, and those guys are going to die."
"That's right...... Let's do our job. ”
Hearing the advice of his companion, the attendant immediately withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice, "Everyone here must die today!" ”
"Hmph, I can only blame them for stepping into this trap-like auction venue. It's just that I really don't know what the real purpose of this mission is, and I want to kill everyone here. ”
The other waiter smiled wryly and whispered.
But as soon as he spoke, he saw his companion next to him make a silent gesture.
"Shhh
The attendant with the bloody blade in hand glanced up and said in a deep voice, "Our mission is to make sure that no one here gets out alive......"
As the sound faded away, the figures of the two waiters also disappeared into the corridor.
Not long after they stepped onto the second floor, the screams of the seeping people spread to all sides along with the smell of blood, as if it were a terrifying hell.
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Behind the bright red curtain, the backstage is very spacious, just like in the old days, with a large number of boxes and goods stacked around it.
But......
Now the atmosphere in the backstage of the auction house is particularly solemn, which makes people feel inexplicably depressed.
However, it all started with a group of people.
If Sulu was here, he would definitely recognize one of them as Viscount Quinn.
I saw that the fat figure was surrounded by a group of well-equipped guards, and dozens of "waiters" not far away, and the two sides were like powder kegs about to explode.
"Lawrence, I didn't think you would betray me!"
Viscount Quinn narrowed his small eyes, first broke the silence around him, and said in a loud voice.
As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man in a black dress walked out from under the attendant and looked at Viscount Quinn with a smile on his face.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect Viscount Quinn to find out about my existence."
The man in the black dress known as Lawrence laughed loudly and said in a deep voice: "You are only a cooperative relationship between me and Viscount Quinn, and now that the auction is over, it shouldn't be considered a betrayal, right?" ”
"Hmph, stupid fellow, do you think those outlaws will keep you alive?"
Viscount Quinn looked at the middle-aged man, a sneer pulled out of his fat face, and said disdainfully.
“…………”
Perhaps because of this sentence, Lawrence immediately showed a look of surprise on his face.
"Don't believe what he says, that guy is just trying to drive a wedge between us."
At this moment, a man wearing a hideous ghost mask stepped forward slowly and said in a calm tone, "You said yes, right? Viscount Quinn ......"
"Don't you know that assassinating an imperial nobleman is a capital crime?"
Viscount Quinn looked at the masked man warily and said in a low voice.
That masked guy is dangerous!
Moreover, the mastermind behind this matter must be this guy.
Because with Lawrence's guts, it would never have been possible to do such a thing.
The masked man shook his head and said, "No, no, no, Viscount Quinn, I think you misunderstood...... I'm here for two things!
First...... It's to get that notebook in your hand!
Second...... It is to take the lives of all of you, including, of course, the life of this Mr. Lawrence. ”
"Didn't you promise to make me the master of Gale Town?"
Hearing this, Lawrence's face was filled with fear, and he asked in a trembling voice.
However, as soon as he spoke, a red line appeared on his neck, and with a muffled pop, bewitching blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the wooden floor under his feet.
During the whole process, the masked man did not react, as if he had pinched an ant to death.
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Viscount Quill looked at the masked man with a gloomy face, not paying any attention to Lawrence's body lying on the ground.
"So Viscount Quinn should obediently hand over that diary, with the silver-rank guard beside you, there is no way to stop us."
The masked man said with confidence in his tone.
Indeed, Viscount Quinn had absolutely no chance of winning.
Despite the superiority in numbers, most of the guards were of the Black Iron rank, with only one Silver Rank Guard.
As for the masked man, all of them are silver-level strength.
It's just ...... Overwhelming advantage.
Faced with such a grim situation, the obese Viscount Quinn let out a lewd smile.
"Hahahaha, idiot...... It's all stupid, you still haven't found out what I'm really doing with this auction! ”
Quinko stared at the masked man, smiling like a madman.
"The real purpose?"
The masked man's eyes flickered and he muttered in confusion.
"That's right, that's a plan to make me king!"
Viscount Quinn's tone changed, and he said in a deep voice: "But...... You have killed Earl McLaren, and you will all pay for it! ”
“……”
Suddenly, the masked man felt a little uneasy inexplicably.
However, there was one thing that made him very confused.
That's such a dangerous feeling, why did it suddenly appear on this black iron-level fat man?
Just when he was puzzled, Viscount Quinn had already taken out a hybrid black Rubik's Cube from his bosom and held it high above his head.
"I'm going to make these people my slaves!"
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PS: The chapters that are supplemented still haven't been coded out.,Today's chapter was written and deleted.,Written and deleted.,It always feels wrong............ Let's make it up tomorrow, and I won't set up any flags!
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