Section 165: Broken leg

"Okay, I'll give you a face, and I won't kill him!" said to the manager very generously, and reached out to help the kneeling manager up.

When the manager saw that the old evil was so reasonable, his face suddenly showed a grateful look, and he hurriedly stood up and said, "Thank you young master for giving face, thank you~"

However, the manager was only halfway through this when he suddenly heard a scream from Pablo on the ground like a pig. When the manager turned his face to look, he saw that the tomahawk in the old demon's hand suddenly threw out at some point, and directly smashed one of Pablo's legs, and the knee was completely recessed, obviously the bones were smashed. Such an injury, even if it is treated by a good priest, I am afraid that I will have to lie in bed for half a year.

The manager's face was almost green at this time, and he looked at the old evil with a helpless face, wanting to give an explanation. The old evil smiled at him and said, "Look, if I don't kill him, I didn't kill him, right?"

"Yes, yes!" the manager could say anything, only nodding with a wry smile. He knew that it was a good ending now, and a broken leg was better than death!

The old evil then pushed the manager aside, walked to Pablo, who was already sweating in pain and tears flowing, lowered his head and whispered: "Go back and bring a message to your dead ghost father for me, just say that the Stephen family is very grateful to him for taking care of the idiot in our family a few days ago." Your dogleg today is our way of thanking, you know?"

"You, what do you mean?" said Pablo, holding back the pain.

"Go back and ask your father!" After the old evil finished speaking, he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned around and took Sven and them away. The manager hurriedly followed, not daring to slack off at all, and at the same time called someone to clear the scene in advance, so as not to break out any more conflicts. And Pablo's subordinates came down one after another, carrying the young master back for treatment.

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It is said that after Pablo was carried back, while he was being treated by the priest who was raised by the family, the patriarch of the Augustus family got the news.

At this time, Pablo, after the priest's divine treatment, had generally stabilized his injuries, and it was not very painful. But he was still pale and lying on a luxurious soft bed, and the women in several rooms beside him were wiping his sweat and crying incessantly, which made Pablo upset for a while. But with his mother in it, he didn't dare to have a seizure, so he could only endure it helplessly.

Fortunately, at this time, the patriarch of the Augustus family arrived, and looking at his son's crippled leg, he was also angry. But after all, he is a calculating man and will not be rash and impulsive. He first waved his hand away from the irrelevant people, and then forced his anger to listen to Pablo's story. When Pablo finished saying what had happened, and then said the old evil words aside, Pablo asked strangely, "Father, why do you listen to that bastard's tone, as if our family provoked them first?"

"Alas!" After listening to his son's words, the patriarch's anger immediately subsided, and then he sighed with a wry smile, and said helplessly: "Do you remember the last time someone in our family was killed by little Stephen?"

"Oh, I seem to vaguely remember. Pablo frowned and said, "It is said that it is a steward of our family, although he is not a nobleman, but he has a bit of status, but little Stephen said that he will kill him, which is too shameless for us." ”

"I thought so at the time, and I went to Stephen's house myself for this matter, only to be kicked out by that damn fat man. Later, in a fit of rage, I ordered the launch of a plan that had been prepared a long time ago!" Frank, the patriarch of the Augustus family, said helplessly: "Actually, this plan has been formulated for a long time, and I have been reluctant to implement it, in order not to have too much trouble with the Stephen family. But this time they deceived people so much that I couldn't hold back in the end! ”

"What is your plan?" asked Pablo curiously.

"It's to find a few swingers, seduce the Stephen family's waste young master, and find out some of the Stephen family's secret recipes from him. Frank then smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect things to go so smoothly, the Stephen family's big idiot was caught by us in just a few months, and finally extorted their family's secret method of making bows and arrows!"

"Ah, so we really got the recipe?" said Pablo in immediate surprise.

"Yes!" Frank nodded, then smiled bitterly: "It's just a pity that the fat man of the Stephen family is not a vegetarian either, I didn't expect him to find out so quickly." In just a few days, he found us behind the scenes! I thought it would take him at least a few years to guess!"

"How is that possible!" Pablo immediately said puzzled, "As long as we turn the recipe into a finished bow and arrow, their family will naturally know?"

"Stupid, do you think I'm going to do this directly?" Frank sneered: "I actually thought about a way out a long time ago, this secret method is not intended to be monopolized by myself, and we will almost digest it." I will let the people below quietly sell it with other identities, so that the people around me can learn it, and when the time comes, who will know that we did it! I just didn't expect that there would be a nail planted by a dead fat man in our workshop, and as a result, I was exposed all at once, which is really hateful!"

Obviously, Frank already knew about the missing steward in the workshop, and coupled with today's old evil words, he naturally concluded that the missing person was the fat man's annihilation.

"And what do we do now?" asked Pablo hurriedly.

"What else can I do? I know it, it's a big deal to tear my face and do it hard, the Stephen family is powerful, and our Augustus family is not vegetarian!" Frank said arrogantly: "It happens that in a little time it will be the time for the military department to bid for tenders, hmph, when the time comes, if I have to bite the meat from the Stephen family's bow and arrow business, I will be angry with that fat pig!"

"What about my legs?" asked Pablo in exasperation.

"This, alas, is a bit troublesome!" Frank immediately frowned, and said helplessly: "Although your leg was broken by little Stephen, the reason for this is that you insulted the barbarians of others!"

"Can't I scold those barbarians?" said Pablo in exasperation at once.

"Alas, silly boy, if it's an ordinary barbarian, don't say scolding, what if you kill it? But the problem now is, there is a Sword Saint in this group of barbarians!" Frank couldn't help but be annoyed, "Don't you know the unwritten rules on the mainland? You should retain the minimum respect for the Sword Saint! Although he is a barbarian, as long as he enters the Holy Realm, even the emperor will have to give face, how old are you? How old do you dare to insult him in public? I deserve to be broken by someone's leg, where do you tell me to reason?" This matter is to make trouble for Your Majesty, and it must be yours!"

"This~" When Pablo heard this, he immediately wilted, but he was still unconvinced: "He's just a barbarian from outside the country, and he's not a nobleman of the griffin kingdom, why just break one of my legs casually?"

"Although he is a foreigner, he is still the wife and brother of the dead fat man after all! In the eyes of the other nobles of the Griffin Kingdom, he can be regarded as half of the Griffin Kingdom. Besides, I heard that His Majesty intends to recruit him, obviously, as long as he is willing to stay in the Griffin Kingdom, just by virtue of his identity as a sword saint, then the title of a duke is indispensable! In addition, the group of thugs under him are also stronger than the other, I am afraid that Your Majesty will reuse it! At this time, no one will care about your legs! The emperor can't give up a sword saint and 300 crazy masters because of your little face, right?" Frank said helplessly: "Even if the emperor agrees, I'm afraid that other ministers will not agree!"

"Is that all my legs are about?" said Pablo reluctantly.

"Of course forget it this time, the only thing you can do is to keep the hatred in your heart, and wait until the day when the time is ripe, and then completely break out!" Frank said lightly: "Got it?"

"Yes, I see, Father!" said Pablo calmly.

"Don't worry, the time for your revenge will not be too far away, as long as you wait for the third prince, that is, your cousin, to ascend the throne, the humiliation you suffered today will be quickly recovered, and it will also carry interest!" Frank finished speaking, patted Pablo on the shoulder, and turned to go out.

While Pablo and his son were talking, the old evil was eating and drinking with Sven. In the best hotels in the whole continent, all the best wine and food are greeted by the old evil, and the expensive dishes that usually even the nobles have to weigh their wallets once are now enjoyed by a group of rude barbarians. Where have these guys from the wasteland ever seen something so good? all of them are like wolves, stuffing them into their stomachs. I don't use knives and forks, just grab the plate, and then pour it into my mouth, which is disgusting. Seeing that the group of waiters were so distressed that they fainted, they said in their hearts, such a good dish for them to eat, it is really better to feed the dogs!

(To be continued)