From the second rooster crow to the present, Henry has not been at peace for a moment, he has messed things up, and he can't think of a way to make up for it, so in desperation, he has to use the stupidest method. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He crouched in the bushes next to the small building where Scott lived, staring at the wooden door not far away.

Unfortunately, the ending was somewhat disappointing.

Half a day passed, and no one else was seen in or out except for the servants who delivered the meals.

Scott's old bastard stayed in the room and didn't show up, as did the eyes that haunted him.

Damn it!

Did it succeed?

Henry scratched his ears and cheeks, so annoyed that he wanted to run in and have a look, but as soon as the idea appeared, it was immediately rejected.

It's useless to go in now, and it increases the risk of exposure.

As time passed, his mood became more and more irritable, and just when he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to leave, two sneaky figures suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

Two people, one high and one low, wrapped tightly all over their bodies, just like zongzi.

They came out of the grass at the back of the building, looked around for a while, and when they didn't find anyone, they walked northwest.

Because of the hood, Henry couldn't see their faces clearly, but instinctively felt that something was wrong with these two people, they didn't seem to want people to see them, and the paths they chose were all some remote forest paths,

And the shorter man gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Who could it be?

Henry frowned, and couldn't remember for a while, so he followed cautiously in curiosity.

Passing through a grove, a tall building appears in front of it, which is the main villa of the estate.

Seeing this richly decorated three-story villa, Henry's expression was shocked,

Those eyes, that kind of body shape, are Blake, the second young master.

At this time, do you dare to come back?

Henry's eyes were wide open, hiding behind a banyan tree, staring directly at the two of them, and only turned back when they had completely entered the villa.

Breathing heavily, Henry clenched his fists, finally finding a way to make up for his mistake.

Fifteen minutes later, an extremely tired figure appeared outside John's house.

Henry gasped for breath sharply, his body covered with sweat as if he had been fished out of the water, and he slammed open the door, and in an instant, five or six pairs of eyes were staring at him in unison.

Henry swallowed and spit, and his heart suddenly tightened,

"What's wrong?"

John said unhappily that he was discussing the details of the contract with the four witchers and didn't want to be disturbed halfway.

"Young Master, you come out first, I have something very important."

Henry lowered his head, looking uneasy under the pressure of the crowd, but his tone was unexpectedly tough.

John frowned slightly, confessed to those present, and got up and went outside.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Young Master, Blake is back."

"What?"

John's voice unconsciously raised, his pupils contracted, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes,

"Tell me what's going on?"

Henry breathed a sigh of relief and carefully recounted what he had just seen, including the physical characteristics of the two men.

"I can take someone's head as a guarantee, and that person is the second young master." Henry gritted his teeth and said with a determined face,

"No need to make a guarantee, he's Blake."

John said in a deep voice, and it was already certain when Henry mentioned that the other man was blind in his left eye.

The night before, one of the four werewolves who escaped was also blind in his left eye, and the two conditions were completely matched.

John paced back and forth in the vicinity, his calm face gradually becoming solemn, and there was a different kind of joy in his eyes.

This news is so timely, God is helping me.

Blake, now that you're back, don't think about leaving.

John's face was murderous, and he suddenly took a five-dollar bill from his bosom and slapped it on Henry.

"Young Master, what are you doing, I'm not short of money now."

"Take it!"

John could not refuse him, and said sharply,

"Go, go now, find those little thugs who were newly harvested yesterday, and let them spread the news, and within twenty minutes, I will know the news of Blake's return to the whole Conton plantation."

As he spoke, John suddenly remembered something, grabbed Henry's clothes and asked,

"Calculate the time, the residents who went to the north to collect the corpses should be back!"

Henry nodded hurriedly, the current eldest young master was a little scary, his eyes were like two fires, and the roasted people were uncomfortable.

"Good!"

John sneered and whispered,

"Find a thug to the north and tell them the news."

Hiss!

A cold breath came up from his heart, and Henry's eyes widened,

"Young Master, this ...... This...... It's going to cause a riot. ”

"Don't worry, with me, there will be no chaos."

John patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Go ahead, be careful." ”

"That's... All right! ”

Henry thought about it, but chose to carry out the plan.

The smile on John's face vanished as the emaciated figure faded away, knowing that it would be crazy and would even ruin the reputation that the Conton family had built up over the years.

But what does this have to do with him, he was not originally a member of this family, and there was no family warmth in the memories he received.

John Sr. doesn't care about anything but Aunt Debbie, and so does he.

John rubbed his face, and when his boiling emotions calmed down, he pushed open the wooden door, walked into the house, and said to the four people at the table,

"Ladies and gentlemen, after my careful consideration, I have agreed to all the conditions of the contract."

"Mr. John, excuse me, are you sure of what you just said?" Hansel asked aloud,

"Of course!"

John smiled and nodded, picked up the three contracts on the table, and said one by one,

"$1,100 commission from the Hansel siblings, $300 commission from Lord Cole and a year's residency at Conton Manor, and $350 commission for this Mr. Locke and three barrels of rum stored for more than five years."

"I agree to all these conditions, and I can even add some extra compensation."

Several people looked at each other, except for the brown-haired man who only cared about rum with excitement on his face, the rest of the people looked a little lonely, there is no free lunch in the world, he is so generous, then what he has to do is definitely not simple.

The Templar in the form of Cole said in a deep voice,

"Young Master, say your request!"

John shook his head slightly, "Actually, I don't have any requirements?" Then, in the incomprehensible gaze of everyone, he continued,

"I have news for you, my brother Blake has returned, and with him is a werewolf,

No, or should it be said so,

A stranger came to Condon Manor, with everything he had and the werewolf brother Blake, who was not related to me in the slightest. ”

After saying that, John walked to the table, took out a dagger, and made a cut on his arm in the bewildered eyes of everyone.

Bright red blood ran down his arm, dripping onto the floor.

John left the blood-stained dagger on the table, and said with a blank face,

"There are some things related to the reputation of the family, I can't say it explicitly, but seeing this scene, I think you should understand!"

They did understand, and their faces showed shock, the younger brother was a werewolf, and the elder brother was a human, and in combination with the various rumors they had heard recently, a terrible conclusion involuntarily came out of their hearts.

Mrs., *** illegitimate child, seeking to seize family property, enduring humiliation......

An exclamation sounded in my heart: The family affairs of the wealthy family are really wonderful.

Gretel pursed her lips, with a hint of disdain and sympathy in her eyes, but sympathy is sympathy, but she was unceremonious, took the contract, directly changed 1100 to 1500, signed her name and patted it in front of John, and said,

"That's what I'm asking for, sign it!"

Seeing her like this, the brown-haired man and the Templars followed suit, one changing 300 to 500 and the other from three barrels to 5 barrels.

"Huh! You have a lot of courage, and you are not afraid to see werewolves,

Well, that's good! Since you are not afraid of death, how can I care about this money? ”

John smiled and pressed his fingerprint on the three contracts with his own blood-stained thumb.

The contract is thus concluded.

"Okay, everyone, the first test is here, now you can start to prepare, if you have weapons, go get weapons, and if you don't have weapons, go to the arsenal of the manor and pick a handful, and in 15 minutes, we will gather in the stone pavilion two hundred meters west of the main villa."

"Last word, good luck to you."