In the rain of the deserted streets, the noise and fanatical shouts from the hills of Markaerus can still be heard in the distance, and even the slightest sound can still penetrate people's ears through the continuous drizzle, and even such a small sound still makes many people feel incomparable panic and deep unease.

Including Edward, who was sitting in the carriage, too. There was no one in the empty carriage except himself, and there was an indescribable strangeness in the emptiness, and the whole carriage seemed to be a conspiracy.

Even though he sat motionless in the carriage and couldn't see out the window in the drizzle, Edward could still be sure that the direction he was heading was definitely not the Duke of Berrion's mansion - or even the opposite, the carriage was heading in the direction of the East City.

Edward, who did not say a word, only closed his eyes and waited quietly—the carriage at speed in the rain shook again and again, and the sky gradually darkened, and there was no longer much light to be seen.

Finally, Edward, who no longer felt shaking, slowly opened his eyes, and the carriage had stopped. The squire, who was standing in the rain, jumped out of the car and stepped aside to open the door for Edward: "We have arrived, Viscount Edward Witwood. Adults are waiting for you inside. ”

As he stepped along, the black-haired knight, standing in the rain, looked up at the sign above, and a smile involuntarily hung on the corner of his mouth - the café "House of Gentleness", or the former café, because this place was already a ruin.

On the night of Berrion's assassination, Marco Tasker abandoned the place completely. The entire Blood Banner Brotherhood has gradually gone underground - it has been slowly abandoned, and there are not even people willing to come and clean it up, or buy it. As long as he saw the corpses lying in the hall and the room on the second floor, he didn't dare to come back here.

Walk through the ruined hall, up the tattered escalator to the second floor, and push open the bloodstained door. It was the room where he and Berion had met that night—the same had long since been destroyed, blood seeping into the carpet, half of the room was stained red, everything was destroyed, destroyed, not a single one intact.

The couch in the room is in tatters. But there was a person sitting leisurely drinking hot tea, with a strong sense of satisfaction in the comfortable appearance, as if he had fulfilled his life's ambition, and that smile was definitely not something that could be disguised.

Gavin Brindis, Clerk of Berrion.

"Sure enough, it's you, dear Gavin. Edward's face also showed a somewhat knowing smile, and the last confusion in his heart was solved: "You've been waiting for me for a long time - your cup of tea seems to have been drunk many times." ”

"Indeed, Viscount Edward Witwood, I had intended to go straight to your mansion to find you. But it's a pity that Greene Turn, who likes to find trouble, actually took you away, and I went around in circles. Changing the trembling look in the past, Jiawen at this time was much calmer: "Sit down, we still have to talk for a long time." ”

"Gentle House Cafe...... Hehehe, who would have thought that Lord Edward Witwood, who came to the stage by exterminating the Blood Banner Brotherhood, was actually the biggest leader of the entire Blood Flag Brotherhood? Quietly controlling every move in the entire Turin City, even the Grand Master of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, or our Majesty Horace could not escape these terrible eyes!"

Edward was seen sitting down. Jiawen began to speak slowly, as if chatting, "Control everything in the dark." You must have a sense of accomplishment in controlling everyone, right? - in the eyes of others, the Battle of Bright Star City was a just war, or a despicable war, but no one knew who did it, because they couldn't imagine it was you. ”

"Surprised. Edward Witwood, why do I know this? Don't forget that I am a descendant of the Brindish family, and my family has existed since the moment this city appeared in the world, and it is here like a tree -- you think you can fool everyone? You can't fool me!"

"What exactly do you want to say?" Edward's expression gradually became solemn, "If you are planning to expose me, you can go to His Majesty Horace and Grand Master Mercer Kane now." Tell them I'm a liar. ”

"No, no, no...... It's too boring, but I'm in a lot of interest today. A big smile spread across Gavin's face, "You must know who did all of this—I guess you knew who did it that night, the night you rescued the little boy, right?"

"This man must have access to the top secrets of the kingdom, be able to know the Duke of Berion's every move, and have the financial resources to equip dozens or hundreds of assassins with the best weapons, and even bribe them to serve him. Edward spread his hands expressionlessly: "That's what you want me to say, boasting?"

"No, no, no, it's just that what you said is incorrect - do you think I'm the only one who wants you to die?" The smile on Gavin's face became more and more distorted, "You have betrayed your relatives, Edward Wetwood! Let me tell you, the Minests are disgusted enough of your existence, and they are ready to let you die at my hands!"

"Marquis Holard Minest...... Thank you to this generous old man for bringing me a map of the sewers of the entire city of Turin, so that the barbarians who wander the streets can escape your pervasive eyes, and a few of the wealthy merchants of the Minester family, who have lent me a large sum of money so that I can buy them weapons that will kill you!"

"But I have to admit that it's so hard to kill you - the first time, I plan to let you die here with Berion, at least so that you can be hanged on the head of the city with the black cauldron of murdering the Duke, but unfortunately, your ability is so terrifying that you can even get the antidote to the dragon wattle grass!"

"The second time was on the night you invaded the Duke's Mansion, and I thought I had caught you, but unfortunately it was just a shot from your men - the brilliant stealth tactics also convinced me of a fact. ”

"What facts?"

"That's the conventional means, absolutely nothing will cure you to death!" The smile on Jiawen's face became more and more excited: "Unless the number of enemies can achieve a qualitative change and completely overwhelm you, the number of people is meaningless, and unconventional means must be used to have a slim chance." ”

"Just like now, use my curiosity to lure me here, and then surround me?" Edward chuckled, "Let me tell you the truth, Gavin Brindis, even if you have a hundred assassins shooting arrows at me now, I am confident that I will kill you before then!"

"So the Assassins in this café are just trying to make sure you don't hurt me - that's all. Jiawen sneered: "The sword that really kills you is in your own hands." ”

"You know, if it wasn't so long ago I might not have been sure - you're cumin, with nothing but yourself, like an outlaw and helpless, but now...... You have a family, you have a wife, your own attendants, your subordinates, your close maids, do you guess that those people can be half as powerful as you?"

"A full five hundred, five hundred rebels of the Garrison Legion are marching towards your mansion - that's right, your house was also arranged by me, and you guessed correctly, half of the dozen servants are assassin killers who have been hired for a lot of money, and in addition to the Hantu barbarians who have been bought by me, there are also more than forty people who have surrounded the mansion, and they have no chance of surviving at all!"

"And then you're going to blackmail me with them and make me kill myself?" sneered contemptuously, and Edward didn't even bother to look at him again, "If you really knew me, you shouldn't have said such stupid things - you think I'd sacrifice myself for someone else?"

"Why don't you try it? You killed my father, Nafario Brindis, with Gratoni, and you killed him for your ridiculous ambition. Gavin's expression showed a hint of hideousness: "It's time for you to atone for your sins, Edward Witwood!"

"Go to Hell—!!!" (To be continued.) )