Chapter Seventy-Four: Calculation!
Along the way, everyone had different thoughts, and Count Warren was looking for a topic intentionally or unintentionally, and he took Butian's words without a trace, but Butian didn't know the woman at all, so naturally there was nothing to say.
Finding nothing, Count Warren had no choice but to give up, and as the carriage moved forward, the group soon returned to the Edra family mansion.
After the dinner, Butian retired first on the grounds that he was a little tired after a day of fighting. In the face of such an excuse, Count Warren could not keep it anymore, and falsely told him to rest well, and then watched Butian leave with a smile.
There was silence on the way, and after returning to the residence in the other courtyard, Butian instructed Locke to check the surroundings of the room, and he lay on the bed to rest as if nothing had happened.
There are several teams of guards patrolling and guarding the courtyard, and the defense is strong. Count Warren placed these guards here, not only to protect Butian's safety, but also to monitor his every move.
After a while, Locke came to Butian's side, bowed slightly, looked at Butian and shook his head gently.
With a slight sigh of relief, Bu Tian pulled Locke to his side and sat down, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on today?"
For Butian's question, Locke's face was ugly, and his dry voice became deeper and lower: "She is Amy, the woman I have always liked, she used to be so beautiful, but for me, now she has become what she is now." β
"Ah, for you, what do you mean?" As soon as he heard what Locke said, Bu Tian was a little excited, and hurriedly launched further questions, and the gossip looked on his face.
Glancing at his master, Locke interrupted, "Now is not the time to say this, Amy tells me that someone will come and assassinate you tonight."
The strength of the person who came was very strong, and he was at the middle level 4, which was not comparable to Benson last time. Moreover, the reason why Benson assassinated you was also at the behest of this man. β
"Oh?" Bu Tian was slightly surprised, did the black hand hidden behind the scenes finally surface. "How did she know?"
As if knowing that Bu Tian would have this question, Locke explained unhurriedly: "Amy was originally instructed by that man to apply moonshine powder to you. However, my presence made her change her mind. β
"Moonshine powder?" Butian frowned.
"It is an alchemical with a tracking effect, which can emit a dazzling light at night, but this light can only be observed with special alchemy lenses, and cannot be detected by the naked eye. Locke added.
After Locke said this, Bu Tian groaned, he had realized the severity of the matter.
The opponent is strong and scheming. Before he started, the hidden means were linked one by one, obviously intending to solve himself once and for all.
A powerhouse with intermediate level 4 strength, that is not something that Butian can deal with at this stage. Even if the transformation of the blood baron is opened, the gap is still there, and it is not the enemy of the other party.
Bu Tian may be able to get away with killing a weaker mid-level 3 powerhouse, but in the face of a mid-level 4-level strong enemy, he has no power to resist at all.
A mid-level 4-level martial artist has great power between his moves. In the state of full combat power, it can withstand the siege of seven or eight mid-level 3 powerhouses.
It can be said that the difference in strength after the intermediate level is exaggerated by the first level, similar to the strength of a mid-level 5-level great magician like Sean, and he can kill thirty or forty middle-level 3-level martial artists with a light yì.
"Does the master have a solution?" Seeing that Butian had been in deep thought, Locke couldn't help but speak.
Bu Tian turned his head and glanced at Locke, and then smiled: "You still need to tie the bell first, I have a countermeasure, but I think your mind should have thought of it." β
"Do you mean moonshine powder?" asked Locke, somewhat uncertain.
Nodding lightly, Bu Tian said with a smile: "Moonshine powder is the key, I don't think you will miss it, right?"
"The host was reassured. Locke chuckled a few times, took out a small paper bag from his arms, and handed it to Butian.
took the small pouch, Bu Tian opened it to take a look, but saw that the pouch was wrapped in a small pinch of transparent dust particles, Bu Tian approached the end of his nose and sniffed slightly, and found that the so-called moonshine powder did not have any smell coming out.
"Locke, what did Miss Amy say?" Butian resealed the small bag containing the moonshine powder and looked at Locke.
"Rest assured, master, I've sent Amy back to her life, and I'll say the mission is complete. Locke knew what Butian was referring to, and immediately replied to reassure him.
"In this case, will it affect her afterwards?" Butian frowned slightly.
Although he knew that Locke's feelings for Amy would never harm Amy, there was always a chance in everything.
"I asked her to return to her life and quickly hid her tracks, and agreed on a place to meet next. With Amy's cleverness, there shouldn't be an accident, and the master doesn't have to worry too much. Hearing Butian's inquiry, Locke's heart warmed slightly, and he immediately opened his mouth to explain.
"Well, if that's the case, then I'm relieved. Next, let's steal the beam and change the column, and then... Borrow a knife to kill. The corners of Butian's mouth rose a little arc, and his right hand was held on the hilt of the sword, as if he wanted to firmly grasp his fate.
Locke's eyes were bright, which coincided with his thoughts.
"Locke, go and call all the guards outside into the courtyard. In such a game of chess, I can't afford to lose it alone. I'll have to rely on my cheap uncle. With a wicked laugh, Bu Tian didn't plan to let Count Warren stay out of the matter, good steel is used on the blade, and now, it's time for Count Warren to get into the water.
Just when Bu Tian hit the abacus on Count Warren, Count Warren was also ready to take action against him at this moment.
In the study of the Edra family mansion, Count Warren sat at his desk, and in the direction he was facing him, Wendy's slender figure stood vividly.
"Will you do what I just said?" a deep voice came from the mouth of Count Warren, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop, and the atmosphere in the silence of the study seemed very oppressive.
Wendy bit her lip lightly, her eyes showing a complicated look of extreme struggle, her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her mouth, extremely difficult: "Father, does it have to be like this? Brent... He was innocent. β
Looking at his daughter's mournful appearance, Count Warren was a little helpless and regretful, but then he was even more firm in his heart.
He said a little resolutely: "Wendy, you should know that you are the heir of my Aydra family, and your status is noble.
I will not allow you to be with Brent, even if he is gifted, but he is not worthy of your commitment. If you don't want to do what I say, I won't force you, but I'll kill him. β
"Don't! Father. Wendy was frightened by her father's murderous words, and her face turned pale with horror in her eyes.
Count Warren stood up and slowly walked to Wendy's side, he stroked Wendy's long sea blue hair, and said with some regret: "Father, this is also for your good, you must understand that if you are born in the Edra family, you must always keep the glory of the family in your heart, and the glory of the family is higher than a qiΔ." Emotionally, you don't have a choice.
And, Brent, does he really like you? He likes you, why has he been estranged from you lately, why is he still entangled with other girls?" Earl Warren's tone was full of bewilderment, he wanted to pull his daughter out of this emotional whirlpool, and by the way, he also had to firmly control Butian in his own hands.
"No, Brent likes me. He didn't say it, but he definitely liked meβ" Count Warren's words made Wendy confused, and she shook her head and muttered to herself with some self-comfort, her face full of confusion.
"He didn't say he liked you, how do you know he likes you? And did he ever think of you during seeding?
Even afterwards, there were girls chasing after him and shouting his name, have you forgotten?"
As if he felt that his daughter had not yet fully realized, Count Warren added another fire at this moment, and his words were heart-wrenching.
Her father's words rang in her ears word by word, and Wendy couldn't bear it anymore, tears fell from her eyes, and she looked extremely sad.
She remembered the happy days when she was with Butian, and remembered the beautiful poems that Butian read to her, the girl had tears in her eyes, and she read Butian's name softly in her mouth like a dream.
Patting Wendy on the shoulder, Earl Warren said earnestly, "My good daughter, if you really like Brent, do what I say."
That way, you'll be able to see him more often in the future. I can even let him be your personal guard in the future, if it is not to the point of last resort, I really don't want to kill that killer, otherwise, don't you hate your father for the rest of your life?"
Hearing her father's words, Wendy slowly came back to her senses, she looked at her toes a little gloomily, and her tone was hollow: "If I had done what my father said, then, Brent wouldn't have died, would he?"
Wendy finished her sentence and raised her head slightly, staring at her father with big blue eyes, her eyes full of sadness.
Count Warren stroked Wendy's long hair with a smile, and said in an affirmative tone: "Of course, if the matter is successful, then Brent can be regarded as a member of my Edra family." Naturally, I won't treat him badly. β
Looking at her father blankly, Wendy's eyes were a little dazed, and after being silent for a long time, she said in despair: "I will do what my father says, and I hope my father will not hurt him." β
"This is my good daughter. Don't worry, I'll treat him as my own nephew afterwards, and I won't hurt him. Count Warren smiled at the corner of his mouth, and patted Wendy's shoulder with his palm, very satisfied.