"As long as the children of Young Master Gotha and Miss Tiffany inherit the Baron of Thun's palace, the income from the veins given to them by the Emperor will be ours. The risk of offending a ninth-level mage is nothing compared to these benefits. ”

"What needs to be noted is that there are forces behind him that have the same purpose as us. ”

The door popped open.

Viscount Julian turned his head suddenly, stared at the door, and saw that it was his son, and the anger that he hadn't slept well in the morning was vented at once.

"What are you doing? You don't have any manners, you look like a nobleman!"

"Master, there's something wrong with the young master. The butler immediately drew the thin sword at his waist and stepped forward to stand in front of Julian.

The heirs of the nobles are the least valuable wealth, who doesn't have seven or eight children? Even if they die, they can be reborn, and the lord is gone, and the entire viscount's mansion can be boasted.

The profession of housekeeper is basically a decathlon, and not everyone can be it. From accounting, housework, management, and production, to a napkin to fold different patterns on different occasions, everything will be fine. It's not a big deal to have a good swordsmanship again.

Gotha's eyes showed the mark of green Al, and the whole room was darkened, and even the sunlight outside could not shine in. Dense darkness envelops the room.

Julian is worthy of being a viscount who has experienced strong winds and waves, and calmly looks around the room. They saw a young man not far from them, sitting on a stool woven with tentacles stretched like monsters.

"Baron Thomas?" Julian looked at him with gloomy eyes.

"Well, I'm here to visit you. ”

As Al's words fell, a humanoid black figure opened its bloody mouth, laughing wildly, grabbed Julian from behind and plunged the purple-black dagger in his hand into his chest.

The thin sword in Mr. Butler's hand was not ordinary, and with two blows, the Shadow Demon was cut in pieces, and with one sword, the snake of the spell that opened its poisonous mouth and exposed its fangs was cut in half from its mouth.

Viscount Julian pulled off the necklace around his neck, and a magic shield appeared on his body to cover himself, and spoke coldly to Al.

"You have committed the following crimes, intending to murder a viscount, breaking the rules of the game among the nobles. Even if you grab the Lord's Palace, the House will not let you go. ”

The rules of the game between nobles can be insulted, murdered, and calculated, but they must not be nakedly attacked against themselves.

Aristocracy is the condensation of social resources, the continuation of the glory of ancestors, and the most precious wealth of the country. The two armies faced off, and the captured nobles and enemy nations had to maintain decent treatment.

Al's brutal door-to-door assassination is already challenging the aristocratic system of the entire world.

"Whatever you say is what you say. Al leaned back in his chair and watched as the shattered Shadow Demon regrouped his body, and the Curse Serpent, which had been cut in half, split in two, rushed towards Viscount Julian and the butler again.

The housekeeper's swordsmanship is amazing, and he can even kill the shadow demon without getting close, and even the snake of the spell has been cut into more than a dozen sections.

The butler watched in a cold sweat as the Shadow Demon condensed his body with a wild laugh again, and the dozens of spell snakes he had slashed surrounded them. Viscount Julien's right hand turned a ruby ring on his left hand.

A huge fireball suddenly appeared and blasted towards Al, and the butler took the opportunity to rush out of the encirclement and attack Alr from the other direction.

The Heroic Spirit stand-in holding the staff blocked in front of the fireball, and in the other hand held a nitrogen cylinder and sprayed cold air at the fireball, which froze into an ice ball and flew away.

Al indifferently watched as the thin sword in the butler's hand stabbed him in the eyes, throat, lower abdomen, and lower body like a poisonous snake.

As soon as the sword touched Al, the butler's face changed dramatically. The magic weapon in his hand passed through without hindrance!

Illusion!

"No, sir!" the butler turned anxiously, and saw a shadow demon grabbing Viscount Julien's throat, holding a viper dagger, and stabbing him in the chest with a wicked laugh.

The magic shield on his body didn't work at all.

"Evil banished. "Viscount Julian's body flashed with a flash of inspiration, and he distorted the Shadow Demon and banished him. The screams of the eager shadow demons around them dissipated together.

As a viscount, he has a lot of props on his body.

Julian mockingly looked at Al's vision.

"Is that all it takes? I've been assassinated more than you've ever eaten salt. ”

"What are you looking at? Vosmar, kill him!" Viscount Julian was annoyed when he saw that the butler, who had accompanied him since his youth, looked at him without moving.

Are you really old too? Not even a young mage?

This damn hairy boy, a lowly male pet, and a rude nouveau riche! How can you know the background of a real family! He has more than these two pieces of magic equipment!

The purple-black serpent of the spell slowly burrowed into Julian's unconscious chest, fangs sharp, biting into his aging heart.

The kind of pain that touched the soul and hurt into the bone marrow knocked the noble Viscount Julian to the ground at once, and the old man roared in pain. This kind of pain, like the punishment of the devil, made the old tears and saliva of the long-standing viscount come out.

Butler Vosmar put away his sword and stood up straight, wearing a tuxedo that was still straight after the messy battle just now.

He bent down and saluted Ar, who was still sitting in the Activated Rope Chair:

"Dear Baron Thomas, on behalf of my master, Viscount Julian, I ask for the decent treatment that a noble captive deserves. ”

"There is no misunderstanding between the nobles that cannot be resolved through compensation, and you will be rewarded handsomely. ”

Al stopped the spell, the pain stopped, and Viscount Julian, who had been caught his breath, lay on the ground and gasped, and a large area of cold sweat instantly soaked the floor.

"What do I get?"

"A manor with fertile land near the imperial capital, a box of third-level magic gems, and fifty thousand gold coins. And the friendship of a noble viscount. ”

The housekeeper immediately opened a bargaining chip to redeem Viscount Julian, and the total was about 80,000 gold coins.

The manor of the imperial capital is also valuable when it is said to be valuable, and it is not worth much if it is not valuable. Because it is located in the capital of a country, its value has doubled. This thing doesn't make much money, so if only it didn't lose money. Al used to be careful about these hundreds of gold coins, and in high society it might be a matter of a few meals and a piece of jewelry.

For the upper class, they are more of a symbol of identity, status, and wealth. It's a tool to show off.

Al was also puzzled at first, but a few manors were worth such fanfare from these hyenas, and they also united a number of nobles.

Hearing their conversation as he came in, Al understood. It turned out that the Thun family, who worked for the royal family, also had the proceeds of the ore vein.

It's just that this income was rewarded by the emperor to the Thun family, and only the people of the Thun family can receive it.

Even if an ordinary vein has only one percent of the income, it is enough to support the survival of a family, and it must not be an ordinary vein if these hyenas can put down their identities and reveal their ugly taste.

"Viscount's son, isn't it worth much?"

Vosmaar would never do anything stupid to bargain with a mage, simply increase the price neatly.

"10,000 gold coins, a Queen's Road shop. ”

"Cash in on your friendship. ”