"What the hell happened? How did the house become like this? This is the boss's house. ”

After Lott walked out of his room, the whole person almost cried, not to mention the destroyed furniture, how could the wall break a hole of more than two meters, and more importantly, in the battle just now, although the house did not collapse, in fact, the whole house was covered with dense cracks.

In other words, the house cannot be repaired, but can only be rebuilt.

And with Kaput's miserly and money-loving character, Lott has already thought about what his future life will look like...... It's dark!

When Aaron returned, he saw Lott staring blankly at the house, looking like he had been ruined by a hundred half-giants, and the rest of his life was boring.

"What's wrong?"

Aaron asked.

Viscount Malthus shook his head, indicating that he did not know what was happening, and that the lucky little waiter had come out of the room and had become like this.

Perhaps hearing Aaron's voice, Lott finally woke up from his demented state and looked at Aaron with a bitter smile: "Mr. Aaron, you're back." ”

"yes, what's wrong with you?" asked Aaron curiously.

Lott didn't hide much, pointed to the house and said with a sad face: "This house is not mine, it was lent to me by the boss, and now it is like this, how can I pay for it." ”

"Uh......"

Aaron took a look at the house and found that it had to be demolished and rebuilt, and patted Lott on the shoulder sympathetically.

Although Lott will definitely have a lot of money in the future, at least now that his fortune is negative, and it is to be expected that his life will certainly not be easy for a period of time in the future, and he will have to run for a mortgage.

After sympathizing with Lott for a second, Aaron said, "You clean up, there will be guests coming in a moment." ”

"And the guests?"

Lott glanced at his house...... Just a wave of guests came, and the house became like this, and those who came later won't tear down the house.

Syllable!

Lott felt a heavy slap on the back of his head, and then Aaron's voice came.

"What do you think, why don't you clean up and go to sleep. ”

"Oh, I see. Lott touched the back of his head and obediently ran to get the tools and prepare to clean them.

Only then did the Viscount Malthus come over and ask cautiously, "Mr. Aralen, ...... the Marquis of Duras?"

"I killed you. Aaron said casually.

"Hiss......"

Although he had expected it, Viscount Malthus couldn't help but gasp, although he had expected it, but when he heard it with his own ears, he still felt greatly shocked and unreal.

The Marquis of Duras is not only the strongest de-giant, but also the strongest person in the Duchy of Valenna, as long as the other party is willing, he can become the master of this country at any time, but he didn't expect to die so easily.

Viscount Malthus was only shocked for a moment, then came to his senses, and was immediately surrounded by great ecstasy,

What does the death of the Marquis of Duras represent?

On his behalf, Viscount Malthus won the gamble, and as a winner, after paying so much price, he will be rewarded a hundredfold and a thousandfold.

The thought of this made him tremble with excitement.

"Viscount Malthus, could you please find someone to repair this house, after all, there will be guests coming in a moment. ”

Aaron's voice came from afar, sobering him up from his beautiful vision.

"Okay. ”

Viscount Malthus immediately agreed, and then arranged for his butler to go in search of the carpenter.

Now is a critical moment, pay such a big price, if you annoy Yalian, then some of the previous ones are in vain, and their lives are in danger.

......

"Hello, Viscount Malthus. ”

"Hello, Earl Jones. ”

"Hello, Viscount Malthus. ”

"Marquis de Beaufort, too. ”

Looking at the people who used to be disdainful of themselves and high up took the initiative to greet him, and even looked envious, Viscount Malthus only felt that he had never been so happy, just let so many big people whisper to him, he felt that his gamble this time was worth it.

He knew that these people didn't know how to arrange themselves behind their backs, and they didn't know how to curse themselves, but he didn't care, he only knew that when these people faced themselves now, all they could do was lower their posture and keep pleasing themselves.

These people are swearing and choreographing behind their backs and everything, they are just jealous of themselves, he likes to watch these people go crazy with jealousy, but he doesn't dare to show a trace of it.

Looking at Viscount Malthus's smug look, an earl said with jealousy: "A little viscount dares to pose in front of us." ”

"What's the solution, who made the family hug a thigh. The other earl said meaningfully.

"Damn, that bastard of Duras usually flaunts his might in front of us, but now he's just a little kid, and he actually died at the hands of the other party, what a piece of waste. Another marquis said.

"Okay, the other party has won the bet, then we can only accept it, and if we don't go back and think about what to do next, what's the use of saying this here?" said the last gray-haired old marquis.

Perhaps because the old marquis had a relatively high status among the nobles, the remaining nobles sighed helplessly after looking at each other.

yes, what's the use of saying that now?

Who knew that a little kid would be able to kill that murderer of Duras.

If I could have known, Viscount Malthus was not the only one standing there smiling in the sun.

Envy, jealousy, hatred...... The jealousy in their hearts gnawed at their hearts like ants, but they could do nothing but watch a little viscount there proudly, accepting greetings and stammers from barons, viscounts, counts, and even marquises.

"Damn, a little viscount. ”

That being said, they also knew that the so-called viscount was just for now, and as long as the other party returned, then the title would definitely be promoted immediately.

Thinking of this, they were even more jealous, but they also knew that no matter how jealous they were, they couldn't do anything to each other, and even had to slap each other.

wiped it on his face, all the negative emotions disappeared, replaced by a smile that was not much different from that of other nobles, and then walked up quickly.

"Viscount Malthus, long time no see......"

The nobles of the Duchy of Valenna sat on stools and looked at Aren opposite him with a smirk...... These nobles were all behind the people who laid the ambush that night.

And Aryan didn't have time to pay attention to the nobleman opposite him at this time, he was sitting on a newly bought animal skin sofa, carefully examining his compensation and the gifts he had received.

I have to say that although the Duchy of Vallenna is only a small size, these nobles do have good things, and the things sent here are all precious treasures that are not inferior to purple gold.

"Very good, I am very satisfied, the previous account has been written off. ”

After the inspection, Aryan raised his head and said in the nervous looks of the nobles.

The moment they heard Aron's words, these nobles immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and they rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the treasure, and quickly sent them over, for the sake of these words?

When they learned that Duras had been killed, they knew how wrong they had been, and from that moment on, their hearts were on the side of their hearts, lest Aaron would appear and kill them at some point.

Now, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief...... 10