Count Prynngrave Stesa did not feel a strong smell of blood coming from the back of his study until his handsome face was pressed against the table and distorted.

The big hand that pressed his face was so powerful that it was terrifying.

Count Stetsa even felt that his facial bones would be crushed in front of this palm!

The owner of the palm did not do this, on the contrary, he easily withdrew his power.

Count Stessa's squeezed facial features returned to normal, leaving only a large, hideous bloody handprint on the side of his face.

And the big hand that had only left a bloody handprint lightly withdrew the information from in front of him.

The person behind the chair was walking at a leisurely pace, making a half-arc around the desk, towards the guest seat of the desk.

Count Stesa already knew who was coming before he dared to look up easily and couldn't see behind him.

A silver necklace with a roaring bear's head, the hallmark of the Bear Sect Witcher.

When I was looking at the information just now, I briefly introduced the group of witchers.

Judging from the way Count Steisa maintains interest groups, it is clear that he is not a nobleman who has risen to prominence in Temeria by virtue of his noble bloodline alone.

In fact, after a cursory reading of the entire book just now, he had already distilled seventy or eighty percent of the main information.

So, the moment he saw the necklace, Count Setisa understood that the owner of that information had arrived.

Even how he ended up in his study, Staisa probably knew.

Secret passage, there is a secret passage behind the study that leads to the basement.

To be so big that he has become a nobleman who has become a kind of benchmark banner, it is a miracle if there is no secret passage at home.

And he established this one after the study, because he would also go down to play from time to time, so that he and his friends of the Sun Sect had some common hobbies.

The smell of blood on the gloves and the thirty soldiers who entered the study directly from the secret passage and were on duty in the basement were probably all gone.

He behaved just like in the data, his skills and growth speed were not normal at all!

Cold sweat began to spill out of the pores on the back, and the cold hairs from the back of the neck to the top of the head were taut and erected.

Stesa wanted to say something, but his mouth couldn't open as if it had been pinched.

In the past, a light cough could make the drinking party of dignitaries and dignitaries silent, the self-contained and elegant temperament, and the majesty forged by power and money, all seem to have disappeared in this scene! Gone!

Why did this man enter the manor silently, why did he find the entrance to the secret passage, why did he kill the thirty guards on duty in the basement without even alarming. None of that matters anymore.

Testesa is a very pragmatic person.

Lan En had already walked to his study and shared a room with him, so everything before was no longer important.

What matters now is how to protect yourself.

The noble Earl cautiously lifted his head from the table, just in time to see Lan En casually sitting on the guest seat across from the desk.

It's like reading a book of love poems to pass the time, flipping through the database built around him.

Count Steza pursed his lips, and under his calm expression was a storm of thoughts that turned like lightning.

He forced himself to calm down and thought of ways to save himself. In his life journey to become the top nobleman he is today, he encounters countless dangers.

Bandits and robbers on his way, blood relatives and friends who want to divide his property, officials who stretch out their claws on his assets, and even censorship at the behest of King Foltest

He made it through!

This time by all means

"Let's talk about it. Why do you want to collect information about these people? ”

"The actual owner of Auriden is you, old Allen, Bernie, White, Mrs. Donald. It's funny that the child who was almost stuffed into the basement by you, and the child's mother, actually shouted 'my adult' when they saw you. ”

Before Staësa could clear his mind, Lane smiled and spoke.

He sat in the guest seat at the desk, but he was very relaxed with his legs crossed, leaning to the side, and his elbows resting on the armrests of the chair.

The smiling expression and tone of voice revealed twelve points of banter and disdain, like a sheriff interrogating an unscrupulous pickpocket.

You're an ant that I can pinch to death at any time, and I'm only asking because I want to have fun.

That's probably the expression.

Stetsa inhaled deeply, without saying anything.

"We can talk, Lanne."

"Talk?" Lane was smiling, but the well-traveled Staisa was sure that the contents of those eyes were cold and frightening.

"With a slave trader? Traitors? Using children as bed slaves to collude with foreigners? ”

"You know, dear Sir Earl. It's true that witchers don't have any national concepts, but people like you, how can you say it?"

Lan En shook off the pile of documents in his hand.

"When we cut you, we won't have a little fluctuation in our hearts."

As he shook his hand, the sticky blood and shredded flesh on Lanen's gloves splashed on the count's face.

But the Count himself did not waver, but took a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his face.

"Are you really sure, Lann?"

His tone was slow and coherent, and his eyes were staring directly at the cat's eyes.

Before Lan En could reply, he burst out a large paragraph, showing good eloquence and calm thinking.

"You're going to kill me, I can't understand your motives, but I can probably guess that you're doing it for those kids. But kill me, what will happen to you and those children? ”

"You're all going to die. Soon after I die, you will come with you. ”

"You are very powerful, you can silently slaughter thirty good hands, but what about three hundred? What about three thousand? ”

"Of course, you can doubt that after my death, my subordinates will still be so loyal and will still pursue revenge for me. But there is no 'loyalty' in such things, Ran. We talk about profit. ”

Stessa's tone was calm and determined.

"It's not that I'm arrogant, my power has long gone beyond the scope of a normal earl. It can't even be called a 'force', but a 'power group'. This title represents both the strength of the power I have at my disposal, but it also indicates the complexity of that power. ”

"Under me, among the groups attached to me, there are also leaders!"

"Once I die in murder, guess what these people will do in order to prove that they are capable of maintaining the existence of the 'power group', prove their 'chivalry', and become the new leader?"

Without waiting for Lan to answer, the Count said categorically.

"They will hunt down the murderer! Lan, the moment you kill me, your head, and those children will become the best proof of these people's superiority. How crazy do you think they can go in order to fight for the inheritance of everything I have now? ”

"Even if it's Foltest, you think he's going to thank you and go toe-to-toe with my subordinates for you and dozens of worthless, pauper kids?"

"If you kill me here, you will die after all, die with me."

"But if you think about it a different way, Lan. Do you really want to waste the power you have? ”

Staisa said word for word.

He looked at Lan's cat-eyed eyes like looking at a student who had poured all his heart and soul into it.

Sincere and sincere.

But the witcher across the table just listened quietly.

"Huh."

A chuckle.

Stesa's face froze suddenly.

(End of chapter)