In the glorious living room, Grant's attention was all focused on the chess pieces on the table, reaching out from time to time to pick up a chess piece, and then slowly putting it down.

"Master Grant, can you think of an idea......? I can't hold on anymore. Hesey had already been killed by Duke Mitulin, and it was said that Duke Mitulin's head had been cut off by his own hands. I...... I really can't do it anymore, and the next person Duke Mitulin will kill is definitely me. ”

On the other side of the chess game, a balding middle-aged man was almost crying, his forehead was already covered with sweat, and his eyes were red and swollen.

Then, Grant's attention was always focused on the chessboard, and after thinking for a long time, he picked up another chess piece and put it down.

"Don't worry, soon Duke Miturin will become too busy to worry about you, so let your heart go, Viscount Norman. ”

Grant's words seemed absent-minded.

"Really...... Really?" Norman's face finally relaxed.

"Of course, when do you think I missed a word?" Grant straightened up and leaned back on the couch.

"No, there really isn't...... Norman pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his clothes almost soaked with sweat.

Staying by Grant's side, Norman felt like a stripped man, with no privacy in Grant's presence. This was also the reason why he hated seeing Grant, but it was worth the discomfort compared to what Grant said.

"Knock knock......" Just as Grant pondered what to do next, there was a knock on the door.

"What's the matter?"

Grant put the queen down, very unhappy.

Chess is a very brain-testing game, and once interrupted, it is difficult to pick up on the previous thoughts.

"Young Master, there's news from the 'Eternal Star'. The man outside the door said loudly.

"Come in. "Grant hates being interrupted for no reason, but if something is important, he can still keep his worries in his heart.

The door opened, and an attendant quickly walked over to Grant's side.

"Master Grant, if it's okay, I'll leave first. Norman stood up and bowed to Grant.

Grant nodded: "You'd better go back quickly, in case someone else finds out, you and I will be in a dangerous situation." ”

"I ...... I got it, and I'll go back right away. Norman, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was immediately nervous again when Grant said this, and hurried out of the living room.

"What's going on with the 'Eternal Star', say it. Grant picked up a cup of coffee, took a sip, and then looked at the squire.

"That's right, tonight, Razor treated Novis to a meal. Then, Razor and Novis discuss two issues, one is that Razor wants Novis to tell him the identity of the dwarven traitor, and the other is to want Novis to poach Novis, and Novis rejects Razor on the spot. ”

Listening to the squire's words, Grant's eyebrows twitched.

Razor asks Novis about the identity of the dwarven seller, which Grant had predicted. However, he believed that Novis would not betray him, so he didn't take it seriously. However, Razor's next move was too ruthless. Directly poaching Novis is a great loss for both himself and the Zhenfimier Auction House.

Grant pondered for a moment, then asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes. Razor's men have found a child and said you sent him to spy on Novis. After that, Novis's relationship with Razor seems to be developing well. In the end, when Novis left, it was Razor himself who opened the door for her. ”

"Send a kid to supervise Novis, how mentally retarded am I to do such a brainless thing? Novis wouldn't believe it. But why did Razor open the door for Novis when she was leaving? Was there really some tacit secret between them, or was Razor trying to show me?"

Grant's mind was in a state of confusion, and things seemed to be out of his control.

"Tell Simmons about this as quickly as possible, and ask him to contact the headquarters of the Auction House of Jenfer Mill, tell them about it, and say that there is a possibility of a mutiny in Novis. Since there are uncertainties, then it is better to cut them down. Nowus, should I talk to you again?"

Grant bit his lip, not even knowing that blood was oozing out.

......

Aaron returned to the mansion and had the attendants carry the fainting slave from the carriage. Then, having ordered the attendant to give him a bath—in fact, stripped of his clothes and washed himself with cold water—Aaron saw a shocking scene, the slave was covered in scars, either from being whipped with leather whips, or from the imprint of red-hot steel. There were also many wounds that were not scarred and blood was pouring out.

"So ruthless. Even though he's a slave, he doesn't think of him as a human being, right?" Razor pouted.

"Aren't you like that?" Aaron asked.

"Phew, who are you listening to?" Razor was not pleased.

"Didn't your diary say that you shot a dancer with your own hands?"

"Damn, you've even read my diary, it's over, there's no privacy. Razor covered his face.

"Don't interrupt, I'm asking you?" Aaron wasn't going to let Razor fool him around.

"That dancing girl steals people behind my back, if it's you, can you bear it?" Lei Ze puffed his chest, with the momentum of the king of heaven Lao Tzu who am I afraid of.

"Then you are fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter. Aaron said.

"What do you mean?" Razor didn't understand Aaron's words.

"I mean, you and Baron Andrew are all the same. Aaron said.

"You try it again. ”

Razor rolled up his sleeves, but Aaron didn't pay any more attention to him, but said to the attendant: "You guys hurry up and bandage his wound with the best medicine, well, and go to a doctor immediately, I want him to wake up tomorrow." ”

"Yes!" the attendant immediately went his separate ways.

Aaron glanced back at Cameron and Eddie, "See, many things are probably beyond your imagination, there is no absolute right or wrong." The wretched will have something to hate. Okay, let's all go back and rest. ”

Looking at Aaron's fading figure, Eddie and Cameron were also confused, these words did not seem to come from the mouth of a gentleman.

"The boss said this quite philosophically. Cameron said.

"So, you have to hurry up and read a few more books, or you'll be eliminated. Eddie said.

"Why don't you read it?" Cameron retorted.

"That's what I rely on. Eddie patted the sword at his waist, then pointed to his head, "Not by this. ”

Sooner or later, you'll be eliminated...... Hey, Eddie, wait for me, don't go so fast, I'll treat you to dinner ......" (To be continued.) )