Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 115 114. A Smile

Earl Pringgraf Stessa didn't feel a strong smell of blood coming from the back of his study until his handsome face was pressed against the table and deformed.

The big hand pressing the face was so powerful that it was terrifying.

Earl Steza even felt that his facial bones would be crushed in front of this palm!
The owner of the palm did not do so, instead, he easily withdrew his power.

Earl Steza's squeezed facial features returned to normal, leaving only a huge and hideous bloody handprint on the side face.

And the big hand that left the bloody handprint lightly took the document away from him.

The person behind the chair is taking a leisurely pace, making a half arc around the desk, and walking towards the guest seat of the desk.

Earl Stessa already knew who was coming 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 witcher.

When I checked the information just now, it briefly introduced the situation of the group of demon hunters.

Judging from the means by which Earl Steza maintains the interest group, he is not a nobleman who has flourished in Temeria simply because of his noble bloodline.

In fact, he has already extracted [-]% to [-]% of the main information after a rough reading of the entire book just now.

Therefore, the moment he saw the necklace, Earl Stessa knew that the owner of the document had arrived.

Even how he appeared in his study, Staza probably knew.

Secret passage, there is a secret passage leading directly to the basement behind the study.

It would be a miracle if there was no secret way in the family for a nobleman who had grown to his level and had already become a benchmark.

And the one he established after the study is because he would go down to play from time to time, so that he and his friends from the Sun Sect have 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 wiped out.

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

Cold sweat began to overflow from the pores on the back, and the cold hair from the nape of the neck to the top of the head was taut and stood on end.

Stella wanted to say something, but her mouth seemed to be pinched shut.

In the past, a light cough could silence the reception of the dignitaries, the self-respected and elegant temperament, the majesty forged by power and money, all seemed to have disappeared in this scene!Gone!

Why this person could enter the manor without a sound, why he found the entrance to the secret passage, why there was no alarm after killing the thirty guards in the basement. These are not important anymore.

Steza is a very down-to-earth guy.

Lan En has already walked to his study and shared a room with him, so everything before is not important anymore.

What matters now is how to protect yourself.

The noble earl cautiously raised his head from the table, just in time to see Lan En casually sitting 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.

Earl Stessa 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 a way to save himself.In his life journey to become today's top aristocrat, he encountered countless dangers.

Road bandits and robbers on the way to travel, blood relatives and friends who want to carve up his property, officials and officials who claw at his assets, and even censors ordered by King Foltest
He got through it all!
this time too
"Tell me. Why do you want to collect information about these people?"

"Oriden's actual owner is you, Old Allen, Bernie, White, Mrs. Downer... The child who was almost stuffed into the basement by you, and the child's mother, actually saw you and still called "My lord" ',really interesting."

Before Staza could sort out his thoughts, Lann smiled and spoke.

He sat on the guest seat of the desk, but he crossed his legs very relaxedly, his body leaned to one side, and his elbows rested on the armrest of the chair.

The smiling expression and tone revealed [-] points of banter and disdain, like a sheriff interrogating a low-level pickpocket.

You are an ant that I can crush to death at any time, and the questioning at this moment is just because I want to have fun.

Probably this expression.

Steza secretly took a deep breath without expressing anything.

"We can talk, Lane."

"Talk?" Lan En was smiling, but Stesa, who had a lot of friends, was sure that there was something in those eyes that was frighteningly cold.

"With a slave trader? A traitor? Using children as bed slaves to hook up with foreign people?"

"You know, respectable Mr. Earl. Demon hunters really don't have any national concept, but how can you say it for a person like you?"

Lan En shook the stack of documents in his hand.

"When we cut you down, there wouldn't be any fluctuations in our hearts."

When he shook his hands, the sticky blood and minced meat on Lan En's gloves splashed on the Earl's face again.

But the count himself remained unmoved, just took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly wiped his face.

"Are you sure, Lane?"

His tone was slow, and his eyes looked directly into those cat eyes.

Before Lan En could respond, he uttered a long paragraph, showing 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're all going to die. You'll follow me shortly after I die."

"You are very powerful. You can slaughter thirty masters silently, but what about three hundred? How about three thousand?"

"Of course, you can doubt whether my subordinates are still so loyal after my death, and whether they will take revenge and hunt for me. But this kind of thing does not talk about 'loyalty', Lan En. We talk about interests."

Stella's tone was calm and determined.

"It's not that I'm arrogant. My power has already surpassed the scope of a normal earl. It can't even be called simply 'power', but should be called 'power group'. This title not only represents the power I control It is powerful, but it also shows the complexity of this power."

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

"Once I'm murdered, guess what these people are going to do to prove that they have the ability to continue the existence of the 'power group', prove their 'chivalry', and become the new leader?"

Before Lan En could reply, the Earl said firmly.

"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's superiority. Do you think they are fighting for everything I have now? Inheritance, how crazy can it be?"

"Even if it's Foltest, do you think he would thank you and confront my subordinates for the sake of you and dozens of worthless, poor children?"

"You killed me here, and you will die eventually, and die with me."

"However, if you change your mind, Lane... do you really have the heart to waste the power you have?"

Stella spoke word by word.

He looked at Lan En's cat eyes, as if he was looking at a student who had put all his heart and soul into it.

Sincere and sincere.

But the witcher across the table just listened quietly.

"what."

A chuckle.

Stessa's face froze suddenly.

(End of this chapter)