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"Young Master"

Looking at the last bloodline of the Lorenzo family, who looked dirty and messy, the old housekeeper who regarded him as his own grandson cried out in distress. Want to - free - free - see - end - whole - version please Baidu search - product = book = net

Needless to say, it must have been a street thug.

They don't dare to hurt innocent people under the nose of the goddess, but they make trouble, bully people under the pretext of pranks and fights, and the church can't arbitrate.

It's not that you can't find out the truth, magic is always so magical, isn't it. However, there were no fatalities, not even larger wounds, who would be more serious about trivial things. You know, the gang's bowl of rice is not something that can be eaten by just anyone, and if there is no backstage support, wait to be caught by the sheriff as a credit.

The oppression without a conflict of interests is definitely an act of defiling St. Rhine and ignoring the glory of the goddess, and the gangsters do not dare to do so.

"Old Butler Haibo, let's move out of St. Rhine City, is it okay for the Lorenzo family to fall, and the forces in St. Rhine City that carved up the family do not allow us to have a place to live." Mosil Lorenzo said in despair.

The old butler trembled and fumbled for the purse pressed under the stone in the corner, and after a series of dying struggles, the Lorenzo family saw no hope in rebuilding, and there was not much gold left. None of them were uninformed, and countless families had fallen into the same situation as them, and with the exception of a very few, most of the rebuilt families had found supporters before more than half of the family estate remained.

When they run out of ammunition, no one will waste a lot of resources to support them. Even if there were, Mosier would not dare to say yes, because history has taught us that it often means huge risks that are uncontrollable.

"Alas, the time is almost up. It's not that the old man doesn't know that there is no hope of staying in St. Rhine, how can the greedy nobles give us the possibility of leaving with wealth. Now they are poor and white, at least they will not interest the nobles, and the elegance of the nobles will not allow them to do everything they want. ”

"Really, I'll pack up my things, take advantage of the dawn, and leave the city immediately."

Mosil exclaimed in surprise, he had already had enough of the humiliating life of just two years, the ancestor failed to break through, the family's combat power died mysteriously, the family business was divided, St. Rhine City has become his nightmare, and it is good to leave.

The master and servant walked unabashedly towards the adventurer's hall, ready to use the few hundred gold coins left to hire a team of mercenaries with a good reputation to protect them from the pursuit of the greedy adventurers from the underground forces of St. Rhine.

For the sake of their own lives and reputation, the team is reluctant to take it. In the end, they could only scrape together a temporary team and invite a third-order adventurer to sit in charge at a high price of 450 gold coins. By the way, St. Rhine's City is a holy city that has been miraculously revealed by a main god, and the gods are everywhere, and the god king can be called a good hand. There are more than eight kings in the depths of the water, and the third order is just the bottom of the shrimp, the level of the gang's gold medal thugs, and they can barely eat.

The level of St. Rhine City is too high, and low-level adventurers mainly rely on taking on life tasks, finding lost items, collecting medicinal herbs, finding special gems, etc., to support themselves, and they have no chance to fight, and they don't need these weak chickens.

Both sides have tacitly acquiesced that the hired adventure party only needs to deter Xiaoxiao, and can escape on their own when they encounter an invincible enemy.

After negotiating the conditions, without the slightest delay, he immediately hit the road.

With the help of the monster Bigfoot, in less than an hour, the outline of the Gotthard Mountain is already in sight, and it is estimated that after walking for another three hours, it will be around dark to reach the destination, the mountain ash town where adventurers live at the foot of the Gotthard Mountain.

On the way, he encountered several waves of bluffing gangsters, the strongest of which was no more than the second order, and he had already been killed by the adventure team. Characters with a bit of face understand the key point, because of the tacit understanding between the nobles, the last bloodline of the Lorenzo family cannot die near the city of St. Rhine. Because of this, there was no third-order monk who appeared, and the accompanying adventure team dared to take on the mission.

People can't run away, and there are many monks hanging behind the line, and the possible Lorenzo family heritage is very attractive to monks who have not yet reached the divine realm. There is a joy, there is no more than a trip in vain, after finishing the errands, you can rush back to St. Rhine for dinner.

When they arrived in Ash Town, the mission was over, and it had nothing to do with their temporary escorts. If there is a suitable opportunity, it is not impossible to get involved. Seeking wealth and danger, hiding in the mountains of the Gotthard Mountains, who knows where they have gone.

Things were roughly as he expected, except that the trip seemed to be a little too bloody. In the dim light that was about to set, the screams echoed with the weak cicadas, and people got goosebumps when they heard it.

The third-order adventurer who noticed their conversation sneered disdainfully. is too naïve, if you want to be a commoner in the countryside and live an ordinary life, you have to be allowed by the fierce gods and evil spirits behind.

Their ranks were peaceful, ignoring the miserable background music.

The outlaws who follow are not so easy to talk to, the destination is at hand, and getting rid of an opponent is one. With this mentality, some people with strange minds made the first move. The personnel were not very dispersed, even if they were habitually careful, which enemy could survive a well-prepared sneak attack, and the first group of monks who did not look blind appeared.

Everyone is in danger, isn't it hurting others and not benefiting themselves now, everyone tacitly warns of the monks near them, especially those who have just been found out of the killer.

What are the pros and cons, those who want to get on the top quickly are inseparable from the word hard work.

Xiucai rebelled, and after eight years, he thought about a lot over and over again, and it was better to make an effective shot once, at least one less competitor, isn't it. It's not a matter of being vigilant, people who add blood to the knife can survive until now, and their ability to save their lives is still very confident.

The sun is about to go down completely, and the bloodthirsty desire is passed to each other among the murderous guys, and with one look, they have reached a tacit understanding that they have succeeded in establishing their authority, making the other party angry.

"It's getting dark, young master, put on your coat, it must be cold later."

The third-order guard captain glanced at the old butler Hai Bo obliquely, and couldn't help but tighten his clothes, always feeling that he had something to say.

The team has stepped into the fork in the road to Mountain Ash Town, and the guys in the dark can no longer be silent, and in front of them is Mountain Ash Town, a resting place for many adventurers. Letting them into the town not only makes it impossible to do anything, but also has countless powerful competitors.

Tonight's night was surprisingly dark, and the darkness actually obscured the monk's gaze, and also made the Young Master Moxier, a first-order weak chicken, unable to distinguish the situation. What he didn't know was that the sick and frail old butler Hai Bo turned into a terrifying killer, harvesting fresh lives in the frightened eyes of the killed.

"Young master, the captain of the guard, after their palace, hurry up and urge the bigfoot deer to shake off the pursuers. We can't go to the mountain ash town, it's like a dragon and a tiger, and there are many adventurers who want our lives. Enter another fork in the road, turn to the Gotthard Mountain, and temporarily aggrieved the young master to hide in the mountains for a while. ”

Panicked, Mosier instinctively followed the words of the most trusted old butler of Haibo, just as he could see the road to the Gotthard Mountains. At this time, he was not allowed to think too much, thinking that there was no endless road, and he drove the bigfoot deer to run forward.

said that it was only suspected that the blood demon had committed a crime. Even if it's really a blood demon, what is the god emperor's early days in St. Rhine City, in the eyes of the goddess, just ants.

At the foot of the Gotthard Mountain, at the fork in the road outside the town of Mountain Ash, the clergy from the Rhine Temple are using the spell Water Resonance to retrieve the historical fragments they saw from the nearby water elementals to restore the scene of last night.

"Rhine Lady Holy Ann, respected Bishop Robert, can you tell if the murderer is the Blood Demon Ginod or not" The representative of the St. Rhine City family asked nervously.

Bishop Robert continued to bask in the memories of the water elemental, not paying attention to his faux pas. As old friends of the two forces in the same city, they deal with each other even more often than their relatives, and under normal circumstances, the other party asks at just the right time.

"It's hard to say. Judging from the scene, it looks like the handiwork of the Blood Demon. However, we all know that it is easy to fake such a scene. Bishop Robert didn't talk about the news that the resonance of the water had brought him, but analyzed it in a serious way, which was very unmagical.

The representative of the St. Rhine family did not say much, and if he asked the other party about the news he had obtained, he would definitely offend people. In just two cases, Bishop Robert returned empty-handed, avoiding talking about it in order not to lose face; There was something unspeakable in it, and Bishop Robert didn't want to let him know. The more he knows, the more dangerous it is, and his job is to maintain stability, not as curious as young people to explore the information that the Rhine bishop wants to hide.

Time goes back to yesterday just after night, when the old housekeeper Hai Bo killed him.

Panicked, Mosil didn't know where he got the courage to abandon the carriage and ride alone on a bigfoot horse into the Gotthard Mountains, where monsters and wicked people were everywhere.

With a sense of confusion and the joy of escaping death, Mosil rode his horse and galloped. Escaping from the mortal situation, it is inevitable that there is a little pride, and it is quite a bit of a spring breeze and a horse's hoof.

However, reality will not accommodate people, and there will be no mercy when it is time to give a slap. For some reason, the crotch horse suddenly fell to his knees, threw Mosil on the horse more than ten meters away, and fell on the tree. With an angry expression, he rubbed his waist and approached, and before Mosil could find trouble with the bigfoot horse, he saw that the god horse who had escaped from the killing with him was trembling at the moment.

Confused, a flash of lightning appeared in Mosier's head, remembering what he had learned about going out on adventures.

"Not good, there are powerful magical beasts nearby"

Mosier exclaimed in his heart, almost frightened as a horseman.

Ignoring the pain in his lower back, he was eager to use his hands and feet at the same time, racing against time to get away from the best carnivorous bigfoot and jump into the bushes next to him. Of course, he had the strength to keep running, but the adventure knowledge he had learned told him that it was safest to stay still at the moment.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no terrible beast harvesting its prey, and Mosil was glad. Lying on his stomach in the bushes, Mosil continued to think back to what he had learned years ago, and he thought that he had just been unlucky enough to walk into the territory of some high-ranking demonic beast, and was not targeted by a fierce beast.

"Young master, what are you doing lying here?"

Mosir, who had just recovered from his recovery, was startled by the sudden sound behind him, and almost didn't roll his eyes and fainted. The tense nerves, the stimulation between life and death, what Mosil has experienced, he is just a big boy who has just come of age.

"Old Butler Haibo," Mosil asked stupidly.

"It's not that I'm still a young master, the pursuers are in hot pursuit, and we will rest when we get to a safe place, we must get rid of them as soon as possible."

Mosil nodded his head and scrambled onto the back of the bigfoot who stood up, not noticing that the bigfoot was now only in shock, not in the fear he had just had. I didn't know that the people who pursued and killed them had been wiped out by the kind old butler Haibo, and the pursuers in the old butler's mouth were someone else.

After several years of wilderness travel, the master and servant finally bypassed the Gotthard Mountain, and no longer had to endure hardships between the deep mountains and old forests and cliffs. The old butler of Hai Bo has prepared enough food in the storage magic weapon, and Moxir is often unconsciously carried by Hai Bo to cross thousands of miles, and his so-called hard work is very different from normal detours.

Changing into the clothes prepared by the old housekeeper of Haibo, the master and servant disguised themselves as grandchildren and stepped into the first city in a few years.

Haibo prepares dry food that is easy to carry, mainly to supplement consumption, and the taste is unsatisfactory. They have eaten it for nearly three years, and they are disgusted with eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas for three years in a row, not to mention the already unpalatable dry food. Once they decided on a place to live, they immediately found the most prominent restaurant in the city and enjoyed their first meal in three years.

"Grandpa Haibo, where are we going?"

After eating and drinking, Mosier finally remembered to ask about his future plans.

The closer the two of them got to the area where the city was located, the more the monks they met discussed wealth and the more they felt that they were shy. Needless to say, Mosil's poor jingle sounded. Faced with the increasingly frequent flaunting of wealth, Hai Bo couldn't help but estimate his net worth, and it turned out that he was just a poor man.

Hiding the pride of not being discovered for many years, carefully plotting to bring down the pride of the Lorenzo family, and successfully abducting the satisfaction of the descendants of the bloodline of the goddess Rhine, Hai Bo thinks of himself as a successful hero. Yet, in the fallen Northland, proud accomplishments seem to be worthless. The monks who came and went here all got into the eyes of money, comparing their net worth, talking about their plans to make a fortune, and no one cared about the focus in the past.

Noticing the worried look of his grandson who came to him, Hai Bo was embarrassed, and taking out his hidden family background was not enough to puff up his chest in front of his peers.

Hai Bo plans to do his old job to earn some pocket money, otherwise, he can only be a poor spectator when he goes to Unbounded City empty-handed. The lesson of the Lipsburg bandits is ahead, and you can't do anything near the Mall of All Worlds. The next city must start moving.,Further on.,In case it attracts the attention of the Wanjie Mall.,It's definitely going to hit the street.。。

Hai Bo, a wise man who prides himself on planning and making a move, is short of money but is not in a hurry to do it like ordinary murderers, and the period between the current city and the next city is the time for him to inspect the robbery environment. Before that, you must fool the stupid grandson first, he still has a lot of use, and it is related to Haibo's series of schemes.

The poor clanging old butler suddenly became a rich man, an unattainable powerhouse, and even the stupid Mosil could sense that something was wrong.