Someone threw something in the face.

Count Stessa had never encountered such a situation in his life.

His family was wealthy and noble.

They hired the most well-educated teachers to educate the children, and these teachers did not dare to do anything to the children.

And after the most teachable childhood, he represents the face of the Stetsa family.

Who would dare to slap such a nobleman in the face?

He had never even seen such an action, because no one dared to get angry with his subordinates in front of the Count.

What if this behavior is perceived as unstable? Is anyone going to gamble on their future?

So at the moment when Stesa was slapped in the face, he was completely stunned.

But he instinctively knew that this was a way to attack dignity and dignity instead of physical harm.

The first thing he felt was not anger. It's ridiculous.

A person like him should have been soaked in a honey pot for the rest of his life.

The normal air outside can make them feel bitter.

Fear preceded anger and spread in the depths of his heart.

It's normal for people to be afraid when they encounter a hurt they've never seen before.

And Staßa is now confirming one thing at the same time: Len never left him with an option to keep him alive.

Fear was like a boulder weighing on my heart, and now, the pressure of that stone is getting heavier and heavier.

After making sure that he had no choice, the stone collapsed all at once.

Stesa's originally calm eyes, pupils began to flutter uncontrollably.

His lips trembled, bloodless.

The well-groomed face and hair were becoming disheveled in this constant tremor.

Lan En quietly watched the young and powerful nobleman in front of him, and gradually turned into a timid and panicked joke.

"So you should understand, Lord Count."

"I had a good education, and that education gave me a valuable global perspective. You want to disrupt my mind with a lot of information and limit my vision to a mere Temeria. But when I hear this information, I just feel like laughing. ”

With a "crunch", Lan stood up with the armrest of his chair.

Stesa shuddered at the voice.

Lane smiled kindly and walked behind the Count, his bloody gloves gently patting him on the shoulder.

Every time he took a shot, this handsome middle-aged man would unconsciously tremble.

"Don't be afraid, sir. I'm not going to kill you now, actually."

Looking down, the necklace around his neck began to tremble slightly, and Lan En's smile became even kinder.

"You can go now."

“.？！”

The Count looked back in surprise, only to see Lan En's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

"Don't be so surprised, Lord Earl. I looked at your basement, where the children are well fed and clothed, and they should thank you. ”

When talking about the basement, Ranne's tone was a little strange, but the Count's fear-engulfed brain couldn't react.

"Y-I can go?! You're not going to kill me?! ”

Stetsa stammered in surprise and stunned.

In fact, even with the IQ of an ordinary person, he should have sensed that something was wrong at this time.

But facing life and death is the most fearful thing for a person.

When faced with fear, running away is a natural response. No matter how ridiculous this escape path may seem.

Staisa tentatively got up from his chair first, and he was slow at first.

But after seeing that Lan En didn't mean to stop him, it was a lot smoother.

He made his way towards the door of the study, his steps getting faster and faster.

Looking back, Lan En was still in place, his hands on the back of his chair, smiling as he watched him leave.

The Count immediately turned his head and continued walking, his face turning away from Lan En becoming gloomy and hideous.

The closer he got to the door, the more the fear in his heart turned into anger and tyranny.

A witcher. A mutant hag!

How dare you step into his manor, step into his study, touch him with that dirty hand, and threaten him!

He had to die! When you get out of the room, your own guards will guard you!

At that point, that bastard will have to die!

No. Inadequate! His friends of Oredon and the whole of Auriden are going to be changed!

Let them know the wrath of a noble man!

There was a "click" and the door opened.

Staisa only felt a heat in front of his face.

After a moment's pause, he saw that his butler had blocked the door of the study, and a bulging fireball was levitating in his palm.

And behind the butler, there was a large group of people.

There are warriors wearing standard armor and holding swords and shields.

A knight with a hammer with full plate armor and armed to the teeth.

There were a dozen or so people in total, and each of them had a concerned and determined look in their eyes.

It's like being able to bleed hard at any time for the sake of his own earl.

Making eye contact, the last bit of fear in Stessa's heart suddenly dissipated.

He remembered that the guards in the basement were on a rotational system. Even if there is no alarm, at this time, it should be time for a shift change.

So even though the manor was calm, his butler still brought a group of people to the study.

After hearing the unfamiliar voice in the study, he was ready to attack with fireball!

Stetsa smiled.

He felt safe.

He knew how good his guards were, and he knew how loyal they were to him.

Because this is all the 'power' he has accumulated single-handedly.

As long as you have these powers, let alone just a witcher, even if it is

Just when the noble earl, with a relieved and reassuring expression, was about to burrow into the crowd.

A familiar voice came from behind him.

The voice of the witcher.

"Squat down, Lord Earl."

The smile froze.

I don't know why, but he instinctively did it immediately.

And the moment he crouched down, he felt something fly over his head.

The wind pressure even made the hair stick to the scalp!

"Bang".

The thing crashed directly into the butler standing in the front row under the stunned eyes of a group of people.

It was a chair made of solid materials and elegant in shape.

If you are hit from behind by such a chair, it is estimated that the vertebrae in the unarmored state will be broken.

Steza had just breathed a sigh of relief at his timely dodge.

But the next moment, he saw the swollen fireball in the butler's hand.

One of the common sense of magic: Wizards who interfere with the state of spellcasting are a very dangerous thing, both for wizards and onlookers.

Under the butler's pained and horrified expression, he was directly slammed into the crowd of warriors behind him by the chair.

The next moment.

"Knock !!"

The slamming chair, the butler's body, a plate warrior with his back against the butler. After a loud bang, it was instantly shattered by this long-prepared fireball!

Blood, sawdust, and pieces of shattered iron exploded with the force of the impact!

The fireball exploded in the center of the crowd, encompassing a large group of people and centaurs.

Only Count Stessa, curled up and crouched down against the corner of the door frame and hugged his head, was not affected.

Burned directly by the flames, wailed by the heat of the armor, severed by flying debris

The corridor outside the study, which was originally quiet and tasteful, turned into a noisy and scorching hell in an instant!

Lann stepped on the flame and walked into the hallway.

He drew his hunting knife and pressed one hand against a groggy but uninjured plate knight.

The other party struggled in a daze, but Lan En just held down his helmet, feeling like a chicken and duck waiting to be slaughtered.

"Shhh Quiet, just be quiet. ”

Muttering to his mouth, the hunting knife stabbed along the slit in the plate armor into the helmet's observation slit.

A torrent of blood rushed half a meter high.

The limbs inside the plate tremble as if twitching, then calm down.

Having eliminated the only enemy that might still be in combat, Lan wiped the knife and retracted the scabbard.

He walked over to the Earl, who was trembling with his head on the door, and crouched down.

The witcher said with a smile.

"You should take heart, Lord Earl wants to live, you have to escape."

Thank you for this man's good pit, Amy's dragon egg, and Dante the Hunter for the 500 point tip!

Thank you for the 100 points tip from the book friend 160822223948564!

(End of chapter)