"Guedes, what's going on with these guys? how did they get into my castle? What are you doing?"

The butler had just stepped into the antechamber of the castle following the werewolf forces of the Night Legion when he heard a shout.

After a slight pause, the butler took a light breath before turning his head to look over.

He saw his old man wearing a cotton pajamas, and slowly walked over with the support of the maid.

"Ahem!" However, after this scolding, Baron Roger could not help coughing, and his right hand gripped the crutch tightly.

After Baron Roger appeared, Warwick put away his banter, in the previous civil war in the kingdom, this nobleman did not choose any faction, not even the kingdom council, is one of the very few nobles in the kingdom who was not involved in the war.

However, the war still burned on this territory, but after he repelled the invaders, he did not do anything, and he did not want to participate in the war and get a piece of the pie, as if everything that happened in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

In fact, according to the information gathered, this nobleman has been a 'medicine jar' since he was a child, and it is difficult to imagine how he survived until now, and why he did not go to the church for help.

The reason for not participating in the Kingdom Council and participating in the war was because of "infirmity" and unfit to participate in these things.

To be honest, Warwick was quite surprised to learn about the baron, he really couldn't understand why the bats had found the baron, and if it weren't for their repeated assurances, he wouldn't have led the party here.

Baron Roger lived an almost hermit-like life, and the taxes on his territory were neither light nor heavy, just enough to allow him to live a 'noble life' without leaving the commoners uneasy.

Through the war, Krylov III acquired a large amount of land, canonized many nobles, and also obtained the 'right of inquiry' over the entire kingdom, which is basically equivalent to putting the entire kingdom of Kolo under the rule of the royal family, but nobles like Baron Roger, who are still closed to news, may not know this news...... Of course, maybe yes.

The baron had deep-set eyes, was skinny, wore a one-piece cotton nightgown, and a coat over his shoulders, and his right hand, which clenched his crutches, was so thin that it looked like a walking skeleton to say something not very nice.

That being said, Warwick was able to feel the life breath contained in the baron's body, and although it wasn't much, he was able to confirm that he was a human.

Warwick bowed slightly and introduced himself softly: "Your Excellency, we are members of the Night Legion......"

"I don't care who you are!" Baron Roger was not as weak as he seemed, and his temper was rather short-tempered.

Before Warwick could finish his sentence, he raised his cane and slammed it on the ground, and shouted, "Now, get out of my house!"

Although he coughed again after roaring, his dark eyes remained motionless, staring at Warwick and the others.

Hearing this, Warwick and his subordinates both frowned, and he took a deep breath of cigarette before slowly exhaling it, "Baron Roger, we are not asking you to let us investigate, but to 'announce'. ”

"Get out!" Baron Roger's eyes glared, his resolute attitude unchanged.

And the smoke in front of him already made him a little angry, and he wouldn't let them step into his home even half a step!

"Baron Roger, we need to investigate evidence of your collusion with the Drow Elves. Warwick narrowed his eyes and raised his chin slightly, his arrogant attitude completely unbearable for the butler.

The butler stepped forward and stood in front of the panting Baron Roger, and shouted in a deep voice: "Mr. Warwick, you are now standing on the land of the Miles family, in the castle of Lord Roger Miles, so you should be a little respectful!"

"Guedes, let them get out. Behind the butler, Baron Roger clutched his chest and said weakly.

He had already exerted too much strength in the quarrel just now, and his thin body couldn't support it for long, so he needed to rest as soon as possible.

The housekeeper paused, frowned, and continued: "You have all seen it, my master needs to rest!"

But Warwick shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands helplessly, "We can't help it, this is a task assigned by His Majesty, we must complete it, I hope you don't embarrass us." ”

Can't any of these guys understand human speech?

The butler was angry in his heart, because with his lord's temper, he would definitely not allow them to go in to investigate, but they didn't care so much, they had to go in to investigate no matter what.

However, there is no transcendent person in the family, as a traditional mage noble, the Miles family does not like professions other than 'mages', so almost no warriors are willing to join the Miles family.

The Miles family will not give them canonizations, and without the title of 'knight', how can the arrogant transcendents be willing to bow their heads?

If you want to deal with the werewolves in front of you, it may be useful to send out the army, but by the time the army arrives, they will all be torn to shreds!

After thinking for a moment, the butler took a few steps back and whispered an explanation in his master's ear.

Even though he had already lowered his voice to the minimum, but at such a close distance, Warwick and the others, as werewolves, could naturally hear it clearly.

The corners of Warwick's mouth hooked, this butler is quite knowledgeable about current affairs.

Of course, Warwick knew he was overdoing it, but so what?

Krylov III was willing to shelter them, to negotiate with the gods for them, even though they might have been incidental, but he lifted the 'curse' from them - and that alone was enough to make them loyal and become his 'hound'.

Living in Greench will make the curse on them disappear, so that their clans will no longer kill each other, and there will be no more fratricide and father-son killing.

It's not hard to accept to throw something away for that......

Baron Roger's face grew gloomy as he thought of it too.

Guedes's words were not so much for him as for the werewolves.

It's like when adventurers are in the wild, if they were given a choice, they would definitely choose to encounter a tiger or a lion rather than a pack of wolves.

Werewolves have all the characteristics of a wolf, and if they fight alone, they don't need to be afraid, but if they encounter a group of werewolves, then even an elite army may need to be weighed.

They are born 'transcendent', born with magic, but they are much less productive than humans.

Many people regard them as 'filthy', but no one denies the strength of this dark race.

“...... You can search if you want!" Baron Roger took a deep breath and swept his grim gaze over Warwick, "but I hope you don't destroy my castle, and if you fail to find the 'so-called clue', I will compensate Your Majesty!"

With that, he turned away on crutches and with the help of the maid.

The butler stood still, and when he saw his master leave, he looked at Warwick again.

His gaze was calm, and his tone was flat: "Mr. Warwick, you can go and search the castle now, but there are some places where no outsiders are allowed to enter, not even me, so I can't guarantee that the lord will allow you to enter there." ”

Warwick's expression was a little subtle, he took out a glass bead from his pocket, and shrugged his shoulders at the butler again, "This can be used as our eyes, and we are not allowed to enter, but those places also need to be searched, I hope you can understand." ”

As soon as the words fell, he ignored the twinkling butler and beckoned his men to disperse and search the castle, which might last for days.

After they all left, the butler snorted angrily: "It's all ™ messed up!"