With that said, Wifred suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He usually has the habit of taking naps, but he only sleeps for about half an hour at a time before people wake him up. Because of sleeping for a long time, Wifred will feel lightheaded, and he will have a headache and tiredness, and it is even better not to sleep.

Now Wifred felt a little dizzy and tired, which meant that he must have been asleep for more than half an hour.

But from the sheriff's office to the palace, even if it is a little slow, it only takes half an hour.

"It's so dark......

Wifred shook his head vigorously to sober himself up a bit, only to find that the sky had darkened, the sun had sunset, and there was not even a trace of afterglow left in the City of Thorns.

Not far in front of him, a man in black was standing.

"Who are you?"

With a casual glance just now, Wifred was sure that the man in front of him, who had not had time to see his face clearly, was definitely not his coachman, and that Wifred was very familiar with his coachman, and was definitely not as tall as the man in front of him - of course his current position would not be outside the palace.

As he asked, Wifred took a slight step back, one hand touching the back of his waist and the other inside of the open carriage - a dark sword lay next to the door.

His question was not so much about the identity of the man in front of him as it was about distracting him and buying himself a little time.

At this point, how could Wifred not understand that he had encountered something that he had thought he would never encounter in this life before—kidnapping.

The Sheriff's Office of the City of Thorns, the head of all the sheriffs in the entire empire, Wilfried, was kidnapped?

I'm afraid no one will believe that.

However, the absurdity was found in him, and Wifled did not believe it, and reacted most decisively and correctly.

By the time the last "who" came out, Wifled had already grasped the flintlock pistol at the back of his waist with one hand, and the hilt of the sword with the other, and he could shoot in just a second.

"Don't be nervous, it's me." The man on the other side, whose face was hidden in the dark, said, his voice was young and relaxed.

The familiar tone made Wifred relax for a moment, and said secretly in his heart: "It's hard to be Your Majesty's person, but this voice is a little unfamiliar." ”

As if to make Wifred recognize him, the man took a few steps forward and stepped out of the shadows, exposing himself completely to Wifred's gaze.

Before he said that familiar remark, as if he were talking to an old friend, Wilfred might have shot himself by this time.

But now—Wilfried just looked at the somewhat familiar face, confused.

This face, he is indeed a little familiar, it seems that he has seen it somewhere, but he can't remember it all of a sudden.

"You are?"

Wifred frowned and asked, could it really be some kind of acquaintance?

"Hey, you think you'll know me......" The young man in black took another step forward.

The cold smile on his face made Wifred's heart suddenly tighten, and he finally recognized the guy in front of him!

This man is the butler of Transdon, Sebastian!

Wifred felt that this face was somewhat familiar, not because he had actually seen the new relationship of the Wobs family, but because he had seen his sketch portrait that was not very similar.

Wifred was about to draw his hands behind his back and shoot or stab his sword.

It's a pity that it was a little late at this time, and Su Mo, who was less than a meter away from him, had already taken the lead and put his footprints on Wilfried's chest.

Because of the severe pain, the gun and sword in his hand fell, and Wilfred's body flew directly into the carriage, smashed through the door on the other side and flew out again, rolling on the ground several times.

Forced to endure the severe pain, trying to struggle to get up, someone was trampled on the back, the butler of the Wobs family appeared in front of Wifled, and said in a smiling voice: "I said it's me, don't be nervous, why don't you listen?" ”

"It's a! Who knows you! Don't make everyone very familiar, okay! Wifred was tempted to snarl the words out, as he usually did.

But the tremendous force in his back and the pain in his chest made him speechless at all, and he could only exhale and could not inhale.

Fortunately, the other party should not have the intention of killing him immediately, so Wilfred let him go after feeling what it means to be suffocated.

Su Mo squatted down, looked at the face in front of him that was distorted by pain and covered with cold sweat, and said, "My young master, I also ask Director Wiflede to take a trip, I don't think you will refuse, right?" ”

"What do you want to do?" Wifred said through gritted teeth.

"What? Isn't that something obvious? Revenge. Su Mo looked upright.

"Revenge?"

Wilfried's eyes widened, "What revenge, revenge for the Marquis of Wabbus, and what happened these days is really what you did?" ”

"Not just for the Marquis of Wobs, but also for Young Master Trandon himself. Things these days...... We didn't do it, I did it alone, oh, that list was provided by Master Tlandon. Su Mo said, staring into Wevered's eyes.

It's a pity that he couldn't see any special emotions in Wifled's eyes - sure enough, the panic in his eyes in the anime novel was seen to be a lie.

Panic and nervousness can only be seen with expressions. And now the expression on Wifled's face has long been "destroyed" because of the pain, and it has no value.

There is a big word "pain" written all over his face.

"Revenge, are you revenge? A bunch of crazy people, do you know what you're doing? Wifled said.

"I know very well."

Su Mo didn't react much to Wifled's question, and casually responded, "By the way, you're also on the list." But it belongs to the back, the kind that doesn't have too much hatred value, but your identity is not very good, and Master Trandon wants to know the truth about the death of his parents in the first place. Plus...... Children, after all, there is a bit of a grudge, you have sent the sheriff over several times to harass him, and he is very unhappy. ”

"With all that said, you think you've won?"

Wifred stared at Su Mo and sneered, and halfway through his laughter turned into a sound of pain, he felt that his ribs should have been broken by this bastard's kick.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the broken rib should not have pierced anywhere, and there will be no fear of life.

"I know you're stalling for time...... Su Mo waved his hand and said indifferently, "Actually, I'm also stalling for time." ”

Hearing Su Mo's words, Wifred was shocked.

It was not for nothing that he endured the pain and said so much nonsense. As the director of the Security Department of the City of Thorns, he has been sitting in this position for ten years, and he will inevitably offend some people, how can there be no one to protect him?

However, this protection was secret, and the shadow guards sent to him by Henry XI were six in total, and each of them was extraordinary.

In the past ten years, Wilfried has only met with them three times, but he has been rescued by them more than a dozen times.

Weevered believed that this time he would be rescued by the Shadow Guard again, as before—though this time it would be the most dangerous and the closest to death.

"Well, I'm not procrastinating."

Su Mo opened his mouth again, "I'm just waiting for someone, and I'm bored to say a few words to you when I'm waiting." Well, here comes the people. ”

As he spoke, Su Mo stood up, and Weavered also heard a sound of footsteps and a little friction approaching from behind.

The footsteps stopped, followed by the figure of a heavy object falling to the ground, and when Wifred turned his head, he saw several familiar and unfamiliar faces—none other than his shadow guard.

It's just that at this moment, these people have stopped breathing.

"Is there anything missing?" Su Mo asked Arnold and the Seven Sins who came over.

"Nope." Arnold shook his head and smiled, "These people are a little more powerful than ordinary street boys, and they have a little bit of value for being killed by me." ”

"Come on, it's like you won't kill if you don't have the value of being killed." Su Mo said.

Although Arnold's tone of speech is very Hong Kong, he is still a demon in nature, and killing is simply an instinct that accompanies him in his bones.

Why don't you kill because you're too weak to be worth killing?--just listen to this kind of thing as a story.

"What then?" Su Mo squatted down again, "I think everyone should be simple, if you have anything you want to say, just tell me if you can say it, how about I give you a good time?" ”

Wifred closed his eyes and opened them again, "What do you want to know?" ”

"It's not much, how much do you know about the disappearance of my young master, and the cause of death of the former Marquis of Wabbus." Su Mo said, "Although this place is secluded, it is not that no one will appear at any time, depending on your performance, can you drag the time until someone appears, maybe it can save your life." ”

Weaver's eyes burst out with a glimmer of survival, and he licked his chapped lips: "Good ......"

The next morning, a shrill scream nearly pierced most of the lower town.

This city of thorns has not yet recovered from the successive deaths of several nobles, and it has fallen into panic again.

Sheriff Waivered, was found dead in the lower part of the city, with the carriage next to him violently vandalized and the doors dropped. The coachman, who was supposed to be with Wifled, was found in a small alley in Midtown, comatose and quite sweet.

Countless people suddenly discovered that this bustling, the center of the empire, the city that was dubbed the City of Thorns, was much more dangerous than they thought.