The butler reacted quickly, although he was confused, and he couldn't figure out the series of emotional changes of his young master from smile to anger to excitement, but he was just the butler of the Atlante mansion, and he only needed to meticulously carry out his young master's orders, so he put himself in the right position as soon as possible, and he stood directly in front of the girl and the old man, and he also didn't think that his young master's request was difficult, after all, the beautiful and weak young lady in front of him didn't say anything, as for the old man who didn't have any sense of existence at all, even if it was difficult to deal with, how difficult it would beDon't forget, this is Atlante's mansion after all, he took a step forward, and saw the old man slowly take out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands, which made him feel funny, where did it come from, did he think it was a ridiculous knightly duel? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He clenched his fists suddenly.

But he could only make this action, because he didn't have time or chance to make the next action at all, a gray shadow suddenly appeared in front of him at a speed that was difficult for human eyes to grasp clearly, and then, just when the butler of Atlante was stunned and finally realized the horror and fear, the dry palms with white gloves had already choked his throat, and his breath of life suddenly collapsed.

"Click. ”

The crisp, unpretentious voice resounded through the Viscount of Atlante without any hesitation.

Not to mention the slowly softening housekeeper, even the fat young master Totti on the opposite side still maintained his excited expectation, and he couldn't react at all; until he heard the creepy voice, and saw his butler die like this, his expression was suddenly fixed on his fat face, his muscles twitched, and there was still a hideous sneer on the corner of his lips, not to mention how funny it was, and then when he finally woke up, his first reaction was to retreat again and again, maybe he was too frightened, he actually tripped over his left foot and sat on the ground, his face was pale, cold sweat flowed, like a frightened rabbit with nowhere to escape, very pitiful。

Fortunately, several swordsmen from his mansion arrived in time.

Like grasping the last straw, Master Totti said hysterically: "Kill him, kill him!"

Obviously, he still didn't know enough about how terrible the old man was.

Several swordsmen who appeared in the courtyard and quickly guarded their young master's side didn't even have a chance to draw their respective big swords, and the gray figure flashed again, leaving only a clearly visible white, and a few crisp 'clicks' soon filled the audience, and finally when the gray figure stopped, the four swordsmen fell to the ground in turn, and there was no room to fight back, let alone the opportunity to take the initiative to attack, so they died quietly.

The realm of human Ourano, the strength of the Sword Master, is not as simple as imagined.

At this time, looking at this old man who had no sense of existence, Young Master Totti, who was sitting on the ground, was completely blank in his brain.

Where can it still be called a human, this is a demon in human skin!

The old man calmly took off his dirty white gloves and threw them on the corpse on the ground, and he took a slow step.

This step finally made Young Master Totti sober up a little, he propped his hands on the ground and subconsciously retreated one after another, I don't know whether it was cold sweat or tears or snot, he trembled and touched his fat face, and finally struggled incoherently: "What are you going to do? This is the mansion of Atlante, are you going to kill me here?"

Aristocrat?

In the face of death, what is aristocracy? Can it keep people away from death?

As if frightened by the pale threat of Master Totti, the old man stopped his steps, but the girl, who had been indifferently watching this scene from beginning to end, took a few steps forward, she appeared in front of Totti, looking down at the poor and funny fat man, still in a calm and soft tone, she said: "I have come to look for my brother Augustus, may I ask, have you seen him?"

Young Master Totti was stunned again.

Tears and snot dragged there, complete dementia.

It's weird.

How conflicting and contradictory must the bloody scenes, the soft and calm tone?

Then it may have been his lack of reaction that made the girl unhappy, she frowned her good-looking brow slightly, and asked again, "I am here to find my brother Augustus, may I ask, have you seen him?"

This woman is crazy!

But it was this crazy woman who made Young Master Totti dare not be silent anymore, he quickly shook his head, there was no longer the so-called excitement, tears and snot flew everywhere, he cried: "No, really not." ”

The scene suddenly stopped, except for the howl of Master Totti.

It was definitely the longest few seconds of Master Totti's life.

Finally, the girl spoke, and with a simple word, she just said 'oh', and turned away, ignoring the demented young master Totti, who was crying again, and the five corpses that were messed up on the ground, and she left the Viscount Atlante's mansion peacefully, reappeared on the streets of Stanford, and continued on her way to her next destination.

On the road.

She mused: " It seems that the people of that night have nothing to do with these gentlemen who were humiliated by Augustus, and being able to hold you back for so long means that the people of that night have a lot of strength, if it is really the people sent by these gentlemen, then there is no reason for them not to show up, besides, it seems that a family like the Viscount of Atlante really can't have that level of strength, so we don't need to waste time on these people next, we have to find some strong enough families to ask, and only they have the ability to have someone strong enough to drag you down。 ”

The old man behind her nodded lightly and did not speak.

There is no need to speak, go all the way according to his young lady's meaning, keep looking for it, there will always be a harvest.

They walked towards Count Rodrian's mansion.

......

Elizabeth of course knew very well what the consequences would be if she searched for traces of Augustus in Stamford in this way, and she also knew very well that she was making enemies of the whole Stanford District, and she was killing herself, but the question was, so what? If Augustus could not be found, if Augustus died, even if she was an enemy of the entire imperial capital, the whole empire?

Not to say fearless.

In fact, Elizabeth was never a bold girl, like many young girls, when she woke up in the middle of the night when she was a child, she would also hear inexplicable sounds and be afraid, and she would also have a natural fear of mice and cockroaches in the environment of the wasteland, until she grew up and was not afraid of these inexplicable things, but her father died, and her brother fell into a deep sleep and almost never woke up again, so at that time she began to be afraid of loneliness, afraid of living alone, fortunately Augustus woke up later, but although there was no need to be afraid of being alone and afraid of being alone, she began to fear that her brother would leave her, let her become a person again, so Elizabeth has always had all kinds of things to fear since she was a child, and the attribute of fearlessness has never belonged to her.

It's just that she's been afraid of so many things, but she's never been afraid of death.

Especially if you die alone, you don't have to be afraid.

Besides, anyway, the whole world wants Augustus to die, and the whole empire doesn't welcome them anyway, so if Augustus is really gone, let's die, what's there to be afraid of?

She and Vernon Sr. crossed a street in the Stanford district and walked to the door of Count Rodrien's mansion.

The Stanford district is very large, and it can accommodate many rookie families of the empire, but the Stanford area is very small, no matter what happens to which family lives here, as long as there is a slight movement, it can always quickly spread throughout the Stanford area, which leads to the movement of the Viscount Atlante's mansion is not small, when Elizabeth and old Vernon appeared in front of the door of the Count Rodrien's mansion, the door was closed and quiet.

But of course, this could not stop Elizabeth.

She walked up the steps to the red wooden door, and she reached out and knocked on it.

No one answered.

But how could there be no one?

After a moment's wait, Elizabeth walked down the steps in silence, then glanced at old Vernon, who she had cleared for him.

Old Vernon walked to the door, without putting on his gloves, he clenched his fist, and the seemingly mediocre and modest punch slammed directly into the huge wooden door.

Instead of the expected round hole, the gate fell to the ground with a bang, and not just one gate, but two in unison.

For the precise control of power, no one in this world can be more powerful than the old Vernon.

Even Carthage, known as the undefeated god of war of the empire.

When the dust fell, it was clear that the two columns of armor were neatly arranged, and the spears and swords were fully raised, and the knights who were ready to go stood neatly on both sides of the main road in the mansion, and when they looked to the deepest part of the knight, they could also see that the young master Sebastian with fiery red hair was waiting there coldly.

In his father's absence, as the first in line to the throne of the Rodrians, Young Master Sebastian certainly needs to defend his family.

Elizabeth walked softly to the door, and from so many knights, this short distance, she wore her reserved and elegant skirt, and looked at the young master Sebastian on the opposite side of the distance, and she still said the same thing: "I have come to look for my brother Augustus, may I ask you, have you seen him after the dinner that day?"

Sebastien didn't speak.

All she answered was coldly picking at the corners of his lips, as well as the spears and broadswords of the two columns of knights in front of him.

It was destined to be a day that would be hard to forget for the entire Stamford district, and indeed for the entire imperial capital.

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...... (To be continued.) )