Chapter 115 114. A chuckle
Count Pringlav Stesa, it was not until that handsome face was pressed on the table that it was deformed, and then he felt the strong smell of blood. It came from behind his study.
The big hand pressing on the face was terrifyingly strong.
Count Stesa even felt that his facial bones would be crushed to pieces in front of this palm!
The owner of the palm did not do this. On the contrary, he easily took back his power.
Count Stesa's squeezed facial features returned to normal, leaving only a large and ferocious bloody handprint on the side of his face.
And the big hand with the bloody handprint took the information away from him lightly.
The person behind the chair was walking at a leisurely pace, circling the desk in a semi-circle and heading towards the guest seat at the desk.
Count Stesa already knew who the person was before he dared to raise his head easily and could not see behind him.
The silver roaring bear head necklace is the symbol of the bear sect of demon hunters.
When I checked the information just now, the above briefly introduced the situation of the demon hunter group.
Judging from Count Stesa's method of maintaining interest groups, we know that he is not a nobleman who has prospered in Temeria just by virtue of his noble bloodline.
In fact, after roughly reading the entire book of information just now, he had already extracted 70% to 80% of the main information.
So, the moment he saw the necklace, Count Stesa knew that the owner of the information had already arrived.
Stacea also probably knew how he appeared in his study.
Secret passage, there is a secret passage behind the study that leads directly to the basement.
For a nobleman who has grown up to his level and has become a kind of benchmark, it would be strange if there is no secret passage in the family.
The reason he established this after he was in the study room was because he would go there from time to time to have some fun with his friends from the Sun Cult.
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 killed.
He behaves just like in the data, his skills and growth rate are not normal at all!
Cold sweat began to overflow from the pores on his back, and the cold hair from the back of his neck to the top of his head was stretched and stood up.
Stacea wanted to say something, but his mouth seemed to be pinched and he couldn't open it.
In the past, a slight cough could silence the receptions of dignitaries, the self-confident and elegant temperament, the majesty created by power and money, all seemed to have disappeared in this scene! Gone!
Why was this man able to enter the manor silently, why was he able to find the entrance to the secret passage, and why was there no alarm even after killing the thirty guards on duty in the basement? These are no longer important.
Stesar is a very pragmatic person.
Lan En has already walked to his study and is in the same room with him, so everything before is no longer important.
The important thing now is how to protect yourself.
The noble earl cautiously raised his head from the table, just in time to see Lan sitting casually on the guest seat opposite the desk.
Like reading a collection of love poems to pass the time, flipping through the database built around him.
Count Stesa pursed his lips, and beneath his calm expression was a storm of thoughts that was rapidly turning like lightning.
He forced himself to calm down and thought of a way to protect himself. In his life journey to become the top noble he is today, he encountered countless dangers.
Road bandits on the road, blood relatives and friends who want to divide his family property, officials and officials who stretch their claws on his assets, and even censorship from King Foltest
< br>He got through it all!
This time it will be the same
"Tell me about it. Why are you collecting information on these people?"
"Oriden's actual owner is you, old Allen, Bernie, White, and Mrs. Downer. The child and the child's mother who were almost shoved into the basement by you actually called you 'my lord' when they saw you. ', It's really interesting. "
Before Stesa could figure out his thoughts, Lan En spoke with a smile.
He was sitting in the guest seat at the desk, but he was very relaxed with his legs crossed, his body tilted to one side, and his elbows resting on the armrests of the chair.
The smiling expression and tone revealed a high degree of teasing and disdain, like a sheriff questioning a low-life pickpocket.
You are an ant that I can crush to death at any time. I am just asking you questions now because I want to have fun. That's probably the expression.
Stetha took a deep breath secretly without any expression.
“We can talk, Lan En.”
“Let’s talk?” Lan En was smiling, but Stesa, who had a wide acquaintance, was sure that there was something cold in those eyes. scary.
“With a slave trader? A traitor? Using children as bed slaves to hook up with foreigners?”
"You know, respected Mr. Earl. Demon hunters do not have any sense of nationality, but for people like you, how can you say that?"
Lan shook off a pile of information in his hand.
“When we chop you, we won’t have any fluctuations in our hearts.”
While shaking his hands, the sticky blood and minced meat on Lan En’s gloves spattered again. into the earl's face.
But the count himself showed no signs of wavering. He just took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his face.
"Are you really sure, Lan En?"
His tone was slow and his eyes looked directly into those cat eyes.
Before Lan En could respond, he spoke a long paragraph, showing his good eloquence and calm thinking.
"You want to kill me. Although I can't understand your motives, I can probably guess that you are doing it for those children. But if you kill me, what will happen to you and those children?"
"You will all die. Soon after I die, you will follow."
"You are very powerful. You can kill thirty masters silently, but what about three hundred? What about three thousand?"
"Of course, you can doubt that after my death , are my subordinates still so loyal, and will they pursue revenge for me? But this kind of thing is not about 'loyalty', Lan En. We are about interests."
Si. Tessa'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 simply called a 'power', but should be called a 'power group'. This title represents both The power I control is powerful, but it also shows how complicated it is.”
“Below me, there are also leaders among the groups that depend on me!”
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"Once I die of murder, guess what these people will do in order to prove their ability to continue to maintain the existence of the 'power group', prove their 'chivalry', and become the new leaders?"< br>
Before Lan En could answer, the earl said decisively.
"They will hunt down the murderer! Lan En, the moment you kill me, your head and those children will become the best evidence for these people to rise to power. Do you think they are fighting for it? How crazy can I get with all the inheritance rights I have now?”
“Even Foltest, do you think he would thank you and join dozens of worthless poor people for you? Are you going to confront my subordinates? "
"If you kill me here, you will eventually die, and you will die with me."
"But if you change your mind, Lan En, do you really have the heart to waste the power you have?"
Stetha said word by word.
He looked at Lan En's cat eyes as if he were looking at a student to whom he had devoted all his efforts.
Sincere and sincere.
But the witcher across the table just listened quietly.
"Ha."
A chuckle.
Stacea's face suddenly froze.
(End of this chapter)