The castle's stone chambers, with narrow windows, are still dim as the sun sets, even though sunlight shines in.

The fat young man waved away from the maid, then turned his head and stared at his mysterious visitor, waiting for some bad news that he had already guessed.

“...... What a piece of rubbish!"

After listening to the course of the matter, the young man scolded angrily, and at the same time clenched his fist and slammed the table hard, almost knocking the teacup to the ground.

The reaction force on his hand transmitted the intense pain back to his brain.

But he didn't cry out in pain, and looked at the guest opposite, he bit his lip, and his distorted face was more of a fear than pain.

In the slightly dimly lit room, the gray-robed figure casts a reddened gaze from under the mask, like a devil who has come to earth from hell, offering a precious temptation on the one hand, and threatening the reputation and even the life and soul of the collaborator on the other. Although the previous few transactions were small, he naturally had an understanding of this one's methods.

The young man hurriedly changed his words: "I'm just cursing that incompetent servant, if he is a little more capable, you have a good chance of getting closer to success!"

As long as that kid is killed and the evidence is conclusive, then we'll all get everything we want!

As a result, he was killed by a bodyguard with a sword, and I spent money to win him over...... I wish I hadn't found his body, or we'd have to pay me a funeral bill.

Now he's not only killed him, missed this great opportunity, but even raised the damn boy's vigilance, which is very bad for our plans, damn it!"

"The other party has two bodyguards with some skills, and one of them is still a swordsman. Since we didn't expect this unexpected situation, the chances of success of this operation would have been much lower.

But the strength of the other party has been exposed, so there will still be a chance next time, not to be missed.

Rather than cursing at the dead, it's better for you to find a way to spare some more manpower to cooperate with me. “

As he spoke, the gray-robed man turned and walked towards the door. The wooden door opened as if blown open by a gust of wind, and then closed again.

Before the door closed completely, a deep voice came through the cracks—

"Remember, we're in a partnership, and unless you're willing to go the extra mile, it's clear that my investment isn't limitless. Even stopping there, for me it's just a stop-loss process, and it's still a small profit on the whole, but it's completely different for you, right?

You can guess what you'll do to Sherlock when he gets the upper hand?"

The fat young man's face turned the color of pig liver, and his lips trembled, but he couldn't say anything more.

The thought of Sherlock's figure made him bite his lip.

Although he was still a little immature, he did learn the old baron's demeanor.

He said that "blood is thicker than water", and imprisoned himself, but did not take his own life. Almost all of them would find this treatment very reasonable, and even described such a small matter as sparing one's own life as a sign of generosity and mercy, and seized on this reason to sing praises.

Not to mention the intoxicating power, or the wine, the food, and the beauty, even the sun will never be seen again!

No one will ever think of himself again, but stay in that narrow and dark dungeon and slowly mold, and even one day the boy will bring poisoned wine and let his men pour it into his mouth, and smile at the sight of himself rolling his eyes, clawing at his throat, and dying in agony!

"Damn, shit! It's Sherlock's kid who is going to rot!

Even if he is a corpse, he should be pulled out of the grave and fed to the dog......s!

The innocent table was punched again, and then the sound of porcelain shattering and gasping was heard in the room.

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The sun was sinking into the earth, and the sky was dyed orange with a few strands of crimson.

"Well, the blood-stained sky may be a bad omen. Looks like my sword needs to be polished again, and it's a problem for the blood to rust. “

Luo Ming said something half-jokingly.

Although the two masters are insightful and wise, in addition to martial arts, there are still many aspects that just teach him to get started, and he is left to choose his own path in the future.

Combined with Aya's knowledge, it can be known that the affairs of tens of millions of people, and there is no evil nature of slaughter, even in this world of magic manifestation, it is impossible to affect the celestial phenomena.

And when Luo Ming said this, it was purely born from the heart.

When he learns that someone is spying on Grant and that she doesn't find out, he knows that the road ahead will not be easy, and he is likely to encounter a rare strong enemy.

But as the saying goes, with a sharp weapon, the murderous heart arises.

The part that can be seen from the surface is probably less than half of Luo Ming's own strength. This gave him the ability not to be afraid of challenges, and he was even eager to try, eager for a strong enemy to appear, and just used it to test his sword.

Surrounded by two dozen people, the carriage walked out of the forest, through the wilderness, and past the fields.

Although there is still some time before planting, farmers have begun to loosen the soil. Some of them were carrying farm tools and preparing to go home to rest. Some took advantage of the fact that the sun had not yet set and worked hard to do a little more.

The carriage and the twenty or so people surrounding it were naturally immense, not to mention the soldiers, even a few of the bandits were wearing leather armor, at least there was cloth armor that was suitable for battle at a glance in shape. Even if the weapon is stowed away in the carriage, it is very deterrent.

In particular, the bandits did not take much care of hygiene, and even deliberately dressed up scarily for the sake of intimidation, with big beards, helmets with horns, and smeared faces...... Wait a minute. Several peasants who saw them were a little panicked, and hurriedly stopped their work and turned around and left.

Sherlock didn't stand up to stop it, and he was more reluctant to delay or expose himself early than to frighten a few civilians.

Even if a peasant runs to report, it will be difficult for the other party to know where the brigade is in the first place, and there will be time for suspicion and verification, even if it is to deal with so many people, it will take time to mobilize manpower.

"I can't go back to my uncle's castle right now, it's likely that they've fallen under their control and set up many ambushes.

Now go east and meet Sir Severn. He was a brave veteran, one of my uncle's loyal vassals, and I had a good relationship. At the critical moment, he can still get a lot of troops. “

"Oh, you're going to put your sword around your cousin's neck and force them to throw in the towel?" asked Lockin.