our family is gone

Chapter 233 The Ancestor's Conspiracy

Dire wolf raid!

The Wangcai wolf jumped up, biting directly on the right hand holding the sword, making a "squeak" sound of metal friction, and its sharp teeth bit through the iron armor, oozing blood.

Without this wrist guard, I am afraid that the entire palm will be bitten off.

The smell of blood made Wangcai excited, and he frantically shook his head. The knight wanted to struggle away, but he had already expended a lot of physical strength. It was difficult to resist the huge force, and the whole person could not help but follow the rhythm and was thrown to the ground. And the long sword in his hand has already dropped to the side.

Wangcai took the opportunity to let go of his wrist and threw the knight down, his wolf eyes locked his throat, and the palm-sized wolf claws slapped the helmet, directly drawing a few scratches on the metal helmet surface, as if he wanted to pull the helmet off .

Through the helmet, a giant beast can be seen salivating, and the huge tremors it brings are directly transmitted to the head, causing dizziness, making it difficult to resist, and falling into despair...

"Come back." Lance felt a headache looking at Wangcai's stupid appearance, and he couldn't even open a can, so it seemed that he had to teach him a little bit.

Wangcai didn't lose control because of his excitement, he ran back to Lance when he heard the order, and he seemed to be waiting for a reward from the appearance of asking for credit.

Lance raised his hand to stroke its head, took out a piece of jerky and handed it over.

On the other side, Leonard stopped playing, went straight up and swung the knight's long sword at the sword, and then hit the hilt of the sword heavily on his head, knocking the man stunned and knocked to the ground.

"Take off the armor and take it away, tie it up and send it to a nursing home." Lance waved his hand, and someone would naturally do this kind of thing.

Lance looked calm. If these three guys dare to beat him and shake his prestige, they must be severely punished.

These two are professionally trained knights, and it is easy to cause accidents if they are left on the farm. It just so happens that Paracelsus applies for experimental subjects every day, so he sent them here.

The two strong knights must be able to last a little longer in those experiments.

There is no surprise, it is difficult for ordinary people who have lost their strength to struggle anymore, let alone what they heard was a nursing home, they thought it was treating them, so they just lay down and let them be dealt with.

Lance's eyes were on the sluggish fat man on the other side, as if he hadn't fully accepted the situation at the scene, no one cared about him at all for the hysteria just now.

"Catch him and take him to the hall. I want to see who dares to pretend to be the heir." Lance turned around, "Retract the team!"

The soldiers had long been upset with Fatty, they went up to grab him, and when they saw him resist, they took the opportunity to kick Fatty hard.

Before he wailed, he punched him and told him what to say and what not to say.

Where did the fat man receive such treatment, he cried and fell into the fists.

When he was brought to the hall, his face was bruised and purple, but he looked honest at last.

"Speak~ The clearer you speak, the higher the chance of surviving." Lance said slowly.

Leonard and the others were also very curious about where this guy who dared to pretend to be the lord came from.

"I am an imperial nobleman, you cannot kill me..."

Lance got tired of hearing these words, "Desma, teach him what to say~"

"Do you want to keep that finger?" Disma immediately drew out the dagger and lightly slashed across his cheek. The coldness of the blade made the fat man tremble.

Fatty is not a tough guy, he couldn't stand the beating just now, and he couldn't help howling after being frightened: "Don't! Don't! I said..."

This time, he told everything like beans in a bamboo tube, saying that he was brought here by a letter.

Lance did not interrupt him, but was even more convinced that he was telling the truth, because the process of getting the letter was the same as his own at that time.

Taking the letter on his body and opening it, as expected, the opening sentence made him fall into a trance.

【Our family has fallen...】

But in an instant, he came back to his senses, and after taking a glance, he couldn't help complaining in his heart: Lao Zu, this lazy dog, all have the same template.

"Do you think the man who claims to be the housekeeper is bald and wears glasses, about 60 or so, and looks like a ghoul?"

Lance gave a rough description of the butler's appearance, but he didn't expect to be confirmed by the fat man soon.

"That's right, it was him. On the way here, he broke the carriage and left alone, taking all my money away." Speaking of this fat man, he became very angry and kept cursing the housekeeper.

It's no wonder why he beat up the soldiers who stopped him before.

When it is clear that one is powerless to resist, the individual will actively look for an existence that can vent, which is called bullying and fearing strength for short.

But Lance didn't care about what the fat man said at all, he was thinking about another thing.

Wasn't the housekeeper killed by him and sacrificed?
Why does it still appear?
Lance looked at Disma and the others, and he could also see doubts.

The only explanation is that the butler is the incarnation of the ancestor, and the ancestor has conquered the cloning technology. It is not difficult for the ancestor who is in charge of the extraordinary power of flesh and blood, and this is also reflected in the game.

Every step the ancestor takes is a kind of pressure for him, but he can still bear it. Now it is more important to find out why this guy came at this time.

"Go on, I want to know everything."

Lance continued to explore, collecting more information based on the fat man's words.

At the same time, it is also possible to construct the situation of the fat man.

He was indeed an aristocrat, his father was a baron, and he was defeated in the political struggle, but he knew how to judge the situation and change his line, so he got a big official position in the local area.

It's just that the nobility has become a title and no longer has an actual territory. In this environment, the fat man who was arrogant and domineering before his teens lost everything at once and fell into the control.

In fact, he had an elder brother in front of him, so he was not raised as an heir, but the unwarranted struggle caused the death of the eldest son, and the price of laissez-faire soon surfaced.

His father at least had the ability to be a representative of the nobility, while he was a pure waste, unable to keep the remaining family business at all. Everyone knew that once his father died, he would lose everything.

Even if his father turned quickly, the loser was the loser. The allocation of this part of the resources made some new nobles dissatisfied, and countless people were coveting his father's position.

Under the tremendous pressure, he let go directly, and his father also knew that this son's ability had to let him have fun, just like raising pigs, waiting to give birth to grandchildren.

It's okay for others to look down on him, even his father looked down on him, which caused Fatty's inner deformity, madness has been filled in his heart, but there was no chance until the arrival of a letter changed his fate.

His pig brain was directly overloaded, and he deceived his father on the grounds of going out for fun, and even tricked the two fathers into arranging for his guard knights to come here together to inherit the territory.

"So you got the letter seven days ago?"

"I was really cheated by that guy. Let me go back, and my father will give you a sum of money."

After getting an affirmative answer, Lance didn't care about what he said later, but fell into thinking.

Seven days ago, wasn't it the time when he discovered the fungal parasite and then organized a team to go into the wilderness?

Could it be that the ancestor thought that the witch could kill him, and that the army of parasites created by witchcraft could cripple the town and make the newly developed Hamlet return to the way he just took over?
Thinking about it this way, it was true, after all, it was the bandits who destroyed the town and left a mess when I came here.

So the ancestor found the next heir in advance and planned to seamlessly connect?
But it's a pity that Lance is not the heir of other waste. He resisted the pressure, but the witch died and the parasites were exterminated. This wave helped him clean up the wilderness.

Lance could probably guess that the butler didn't know what happened here. He was driving the car and singing, but suddenly found that Hamlet was fine, so he quickly left the fat man and ran away.

Laughing to death, it turns out that the ancestor also opened champagne at halftime...

After sorting out the matter, Lance understood something, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

The others don't understand why Lance laughs, and he doesn't mind sharing the fun with them.

"It's very simple, it's a conspiracy, a conspiracy woven by the Ascension Sect, they think they can kill me, destroy the town, and bring this place back to when we first came.

And this guy is what they chose to replace me, to launch more killings in his name, so as to cover up the purpose of those Ascension Sects and provide him with more power. "

Lance pointed it out directly, and his words brought Leonard and the others back to the scene they saw when they first stepped into Hamlet, and their expressions became serious.

"There are not two suns in the sky, and there is only one lord of Hamlet in my heart!"

"Guys from the Ascension Sect dare to come over and watch me send them to heaven with one shot!"

"This group of members of the Ascension Sect is really lawless!"

Fatty couldn't understand most of it, but he was stupid but not mentally retarded, and he probably felt that he was being used to get involved in something.

Only now did he realize that there really is no free cake in the world...

"Okay, the Ascension Sect's conspiracy has become a joke thanks to our efforts, otherwise we wouldn't leave them and run away."

Lance waved his hand, turned his attention to Fatty, and added something.

"This matter is not that simple. What I just said was just the most superficial conspiracy of the Ascension Sect. There are still bigger troubles hidden in him."

Originally, everyone's attention was on the Ascension Sect, and they couldn't help but look at Fatty when they heard what the lord said.

"I'm not... I'm not..."

The fat man who thought he had escaped a catastrophe was stunned when he was stared at suddenly. I didn't do anything!

The scattered heirs of the family are too numerous to count, but why him?Anyone can see that Fatty is a waste, completely incapable of becoming a local lord.

Lance knew very well that the ancestor chose the fat man obviously not randomly, but had a special plan.

Because he is trash enough!A waste that can be looked down upon by everyone, even his own father would give up.

More importantly, after the test of time, he is a waste with no ability at all, and there is no possibility of turning over.

Let him take over Hamlet, and he can easily control him, thereby covering the existence of the ancestor.

The old ancestor was also afraid, so the reason why he chose such a waste was still on himself.

I'm afraid he didn't expect that he found a frail scholar who seemed easy to control at the beginning, and he was so ruthless, and used strong methods to control Hamlet in a short period of time, changing the corrupt situation.

Just thinking about it, Lance smashed the table as if he could see the ancestor eating shit.

But just looking at this, I'm afraid you will underestimate that guy, the ancestor.

Compared with stupidity, Fatty has a more important label, that is, he is indeed a nobleman.

And the background behind him is very embarrassing. His father is rich and powerful but has no foundation. To a certain extent, he is not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet.

If he knew that his son had an accident here and the last heir was cut off, he might go crazy and use all his resources to trouble him.

The wealth accumulated by an imperial noble, even a baron, should not be underestimated. As long as there are gold coins, countless people will come to Hamlet to make trouble for him.

The meaning of the ancestor is obvious, it belongs to Yangmou.

Either he replaces himself as the new lord of Hamlet. At that time, I am afraid that his father will do his best to support him and bring Hamlet a steady stream of "corpses" to nourish his ancestors.

Either he failed to become the lord of Hamlet, then the blame must be on Lance, Hamlet will usher in a war, and there will also be dead people.

Lance didn't intend to hide anything, so he directly explained the situation to them.

"Let him go back?" Disma frowned. He wanted to shoot him even more, but killing him would cause trouble.

"That's right, let me go, I will never come back here again." Fatty nodded excitedly when he heard this. Although he didn't understand what these people said, he heard this sentence very clearly.

"Sometimes the dead are more useful than the living. If I'm not mistaken, there are countless Ascension Cultists waiting outside. Do you think the three of them can get out of Hamlet with their strength?" Lance grinned, looking at the fat man's eyes. There is a hint of playfulness.

"Then shall we send him away?" Barristan asked tentatively.

"Yes, yes, yes! Take me home, and I will give you a lot of money." The fat man tried his best to persuade them.It's just that no one cared about his opinion at all.

"It's useless." Lance shook his head helplessly, briefly analyzing the current situation.

"If there are fewer people, you can't keep him, and if there are more people, the town's defenses will be empty, and I'm sure those cult witches can easily take his life without you guys.

Unless I escort him back, which is obviously what they want, once I leave they'll attack and slaughter the inhabitants of Hamlet. "

In the past, before Hamlet developed, he could hide from the ancestor and go out for a while, but now if he dares to leave for too long, something will definitely happen in the town.

Don't doubt Patriarch, this guy has no humanity, he can kill anyone in order to carry out his plan.

Anyone can understand the meaning of these words, even Fatty is no longer begging to leave here.

"Is there nothing we can do?" Leonard couldn't keep silent anymore.

(End of this chapter)