Boom! Boom! The sound of horses' hooves blew into the conduit south of Condon Manor. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the dusty smell of a long journey fell, armed Hansel and Gretel opened the tavern door.

In an instant, the noisy atmosphere was quiet, and everyone's eyes converged, intentionally or unintentionally, sweeping over the iron guy hanging on their backs.

"A glass of ale, a cup of strong tea, two toasts."

Hansel exclaimed, accustomed to these glances, and sat down in a place near the corner.

The boss Mark swept the two of them a few times out of the corner of his eye, then clapped his hands gently, and the atmosphere in the tavern came alive again.

Twenty seconds later, a middle-aged woman with a headscarf walked out, put the food ordered by Hansel on the table, and left in a hurry.

The ale is foaming with snow-white foam, the strong tea has a rich fragrance, and the toast has a golden color.

No wonder this tavern doesn't look good, but business is so good.

After a full meal, Hansel breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to pay the bill and leave, when he was stopped by Gretel.

I saw her point to the table behind her, and made a silent gesture to listen.

"Did you know that there was another big incident at Condon Manor this afternoon?"

A deliberately muffled voice rang out, paused, and continued,

"Last night, Blake Conton was seen to go berserk and turn into a wolf, and killed all the patrols and bounty hunters who were chasing the escaped slaves with him, and laid their bodies in a col at the northernmost edge of the forest."

"No, it won't!

I've seen it with my own eyes, Master Black, not like a werewolf! ”

"You know what, he's going to change his body, who can tell if he's one of those stinky dogs,

The families of the deceased living in Condham homes have already gone to claim their bodies, and they should be back by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.

By the time they got there, everything was revealed. ”

At this point, the whispered discussion died down, and the conversation returned to the farms and cotton fields.

Gretel took a sip of her strong tea and tapped it the table.

Five seconds later, Mark, the bearded tavernkeeper, walked up briskly and asked with a smile,

"How's it going, are you two satisfied with what you've eaten?"

"I'm very satisfied, but I have some questions I want to know."

Gretel took out a 25-cent coin from her bosom, tossed it in her hand, and said,

"I don't know if the boss has time to talk."

Seeing the wrought iron coin that jumped in mid-air and flashed the head of Lady Liberty from time to time, Mark's breathing suddenly became much heavier, and the meal added up to less than 13 cents, and she took twice as much,

Thinking of this, the rough face suddenly became kind, and after greeting the woman who was busy in the kitchen, he moved over a stool, sat down carefully, and said with a smile,

"I wonder what you two want to ask? As long as it's within a 20-mile radius, whether it's people or livestock, there's nothing I Mark doesn't know. ”

Gretel put the coin on the table, drew a circle around it with her fingers, and said,

"How much do you know about John Condon as a man?"

"Does Miss want to ask before or now?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Yes, it's huge!"

At the mention of this name, Mark put away the smile on his face and said with a serious expression,

"In the past, the eldest young master was at most a nerd with a bit of knowledge, except for painting, the rest was a mess, but now, he is this." As he spoke, Mark held out his thumb with the tips pointing upwards and tilting high upwards.

"Oh!"

Hansel was a little curious and asked, "Could it be that he did something great?" ”

Mark nodded, a rare look of admiration on his big furry face,

"The eldest young master killed a giant wolf with his own hands, and cut off its head and hung it above the gate of the grassland."

Hearing this, Hansel and Gretel, a brother and sister, were stunned for a moment, and glanced at each other, both of them saw the surprise in each other's eyes, he himself had the ability to kill the giant wolf, why did he still recruit demon hunters, and he couldn't spend all the money in his hand?

A bad feeling welled up in her heart, and Gretel learned everything from her boss about what had happened in Conton Manor in the last few days.

Five minutes later, the conversation ended, and Mark left contentedly with 25 cents in his pocket, leaving the siblings sitting across from each other.

"Hansel, are we still going?"

The scruffy witcher shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "It's all at the door, and you can't go." ”

"But I always felt that John Condon wasn't a good guy."

"Why, you think this might be a trap."

"Hmm!" Gray nodded, her pretty eyebrows slowly pulled together, and said with disgust,

"That so-called eldest young master seems to be brave and fraternal, but in the final analysis, it is not for the family property, and the purpose of recruiting demon hunters is also to deal with his werewolf brother,

Hum! Borrowing a knife to kill,

For the sake of family property, he didn't even let go of his own brother, and the ugly face of the rich man was really ......"

"Alright, Gretel!"

Before she could finish speaking, Hansel's expression suddenly fell, and he scolded in a stern tone,

"Remember who we are, we are witchers, not policemen, not prosecutors, not lawyers, not messengers of justice,

Our job is to kill the prey and get paid.

As for the rest, as long as it has nothing to do with the black creatures, it won't do our business, and it's not our turn. ”

After saying that, the angry brother got up and left the tavern directly.

……

No matter what era it is, there are people in the world who want money and don't want to die.

A recruitment letter was posted, and instead of finding a witcher, it recruited those hooligans and scoundrels who had nothing to do all day into the manor.

Moreover, I don't know what the eldest young master thinks, not to mention not to drive away those lazy guys, but also to let that dirty little Henry pick people from it.

Hum! What good things can be in a bunch of ruffians.

Looking at the group of idlers sitting in the shade of the trees and shouting, Hank's face was very ugly, the corpse of the northern col had not been disposed of, but the eldest young master wanted him to preside over this so-called recruitment meeting.

Didn't he know that the patrolmen who died in the col were all members of Condon Manor?

Damn, what the hell was he thinking?

Old Hank didn't know what John Conton was thinking, but Henry, who had a lot of eyes, was vaguely aware of it.

He wanted to use this to completely defeat Black and Mrs. Condon, and even drive them out of the manor.

Henry, who hadn't experienced much of a major event, couldn't guess the eldest young master's plan, but he had a hunch that he would play a rather weighty role in the whole operation.

It made him excited, even a little crazy.

This is the first time he has felt the taste of power since he was a child, and I have to say that this feeling is enjoyable.

was flattered by those who usually looked down on him, and he didn't dare to fight back, and he didn't dare to fight back when he was scolded, even if he kicked it, the person would laugh and crawl over again.

It's such a cool feeling.