The Emerald Tower

About ten minutes later, Mott hurried back and looked at the marked map that Dean handed over. The silver knight with the genius name couldn't help but his face changed, and then he fell into contemplation.

It's not simple thinking, but the kind of thoughtful thinking with struggle, that kind of struggle, even children can see.

After a full ten minutes, longer than the time Mott arrived, the silver knight suddenly raised his head and said: "Some things, I can't intervene. After all, it is to cultivate my family. ...So, Dean...I want to leave it to you!"

Mott said this with a lot of difficulty in his tone, and even stuttered in many places.

In those words, there was more bitterness and unspeakable helplessness, which once again showed the silver knight's struggle.

After hearing Mott's words, Bosa on the side was slightly startled, and then he patted Mott's shoulder vigorously for comfort.

For Bosa, who is also the two big silver in Horsh County with Mott, he is well aware of some of Mott's difficulties.

Unlike him, a commoner knight, Bosa, who came from the Horsh County clan, has too many things to worry about and think about.

The aristocracy is intricately rooted, the family that has devoted a lot of effort to him, and so on.

This made this once-talented knight more and more unable to start-he wanted to change the status quo, but was powerless.

The same situation also appeared on his own body.

After his wife received countless precious gifts, Bosa understood that his position was also quietly changing. Some things that were incomprehensible in the past. Also become empathetic.

For these. He is also unable to change.

After all, he is not alone.

The feeling of cowardice appeared in my heart for the first time, which made Bosa extremely uncomfortable.

He wanted to abandon this cowardice, but found that he seemed to be caught in a spider web, getting tighter and tighter, until he couldn't move.

but. He did not stop struggling.

On the contrary, the more unable to move, the more he wants to struggle.

At this moment, he seemed to see hope-Mott's choice gave him the wisest advice.

"For these... we can't do anything, we can only give it to you, Dean!"

Taking a deep breath, Bosa pointed to all the markers on the map and said loudly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

It's not just Bosa. Mott did the same.

The two Silver Knights looked at Dean with anticipation like this, with sincere and hot eyes in their eyes.

of course. There is also a trace of sorrow for self.

"Well, I will try my best!"

Glancing at the two of them, Dean chuckled lightly. He shrugged and said, "I promised, can you two keep your poor eyes away? This always reminds me of the thrown puppy! "

"Really, really?"

Mott was startled, his expression was incredulous, and Bosa also stared at Dean closely. The civilian knight even asked again deliberately: "Dean, do you understand what we mean?"

With that look, he simply thought Dean hadn't heard them clearly.

"Understanding, of course, do you think my understanding ability is so bad?"

Dean still chuckled, the expression on his face unchanged.

Dean is naturally clear about what Mott and Bossa think.

They want to change the status quo in Horsh County, but because of various constraints, they cannot realize their ideas.

But now there is an opportunity!

A very coincidental opportunity, and a very suitable performer!

Perhaps compared with Silver Knights like Mott and Bosa, his strength is still somewhat different, but in Horshshire, he has an advantage that neither of them has at all: he is not from Horshshire and has no territory. More Horsh County!

Simply put, he doesn't need to care about the local aristocracy.

Even, to put it bluntly, Dean can completely clean up these hidden forces, and then pat his **** and leave.

Of course, it won't be without trouble.

At least, those guys who have been cut off will definitely hate Dean.

However, leaving Horsh County, the abilities of these guys are negligible.

He doesn't have any strong strength himself, just relying on the benefits of blood and inflammation. It is like a sand castle on the beach. Once the tide rises, it is naturally crushed by the waves.

In the whole matter, Earl Horsh is undoubtedly the only thing to worry about.

However, with Mott and Bossa present, Dean doesn't need to worry any more-the words of the two Silver Knights have considerable weight at this time.

What's more, Dean's reason is more upright.

Search for the assassin.

It is this very coincidental opportunity that makes everything possible!

If some guys who don't have long eyes jump out, Dean naturally doesn't mind killing the chicken and watching.

After discussing in a low voice for a while, the three separated again.

Behind Dean were ten more soldiers from the barracks who had been transferred from Bosa, and the tax officer followed Dean with a nervous expression. He walked and secretly looked at Dean.

The previous three people's conversations did not evade him.

Therefore, with a fairly clever mind, the tax official knew that something big was going to happen in Horsh City, and some guys might not be able to protect their heads.

However, what he couldn't understand most was why Dean, an outsider, would be involved in such a thing-he can be sure that once such a thing happens, even if Earl Horsh does not hold it accountable, the rest of the Horsh family will also Will hate Dean.

Although he had a good relationship with the two Silver Knights, Mott and Bossa, is the price a bit high?

The tax officer half-downed his head thinking, the expression on his face became more and more puzzled.

And such an expression, of course, couldn't be concealed from Dean, even if Dean didn't really look at the other party.

Why did he do this?

Seeing the tax officer's puzzled expression, Dean chuckled in his heart, even. The corners of his mouth are upturned—no doubt. This all shows that Dean is somewhat happy.

It was originally just to find [Devil Blood Dagger]. But it made the Blood Moon War more certain, and Dean was naturally happy.

In the fall of Horsh County, Lorside of the Lions Mercenary Group was naturally the culprit, but it did not mean that others were innocent. At least these hidden forces hidden in Horsh City were not innocent in Dean's eyes.

Even, it is precisely because of the support of these hidden strengths that Lorside was able to surrender smoothly.

And, between Lorside and the ‘killer’. Dean knew exactly what role these guys played.

Only by interlocking each other can a black chain of interests be formed, right?

"Without the constraints of these guys, the city of Horsh with Bosa and Mott in it is not vulnerable at least!"

Dean thought silently, and then he moved faster.

Of course, in order to have more reinforcements in the Blood Moon War. Dean slightly changed the meaning of Bosa and Mott.

He will help them in the most appropriate way he thinks. Not the method they think is appropriate.

What does Dean think is the most appropriate method?

kill!

The best enemy is always the dead enemy!

...

"Boss, the things have been delivered!"

A thin man put a money box half his height in front of the middle-aged man, and then respectfully said: "That side needs more supplies, and is willing to raise the price by 10%!"

"More sources? 10% price increase?"

The middle-aged man curled his lips in disdain.

"It's only 10%. What do they think they need? Ordinary food and herbs? These are people! And, they are all young and beautiful women! Tell them that they want more sources, no problem. , Raise the price by 50%-remember, at least 50%!"

In the middle-aged man's self-talk, a deep contempt appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, boss!"

The thin man was obviously frightened by his boss's offer. When he answered, he stammered; then, he had to leave subconsciously.

However, as soon as he turned around, the thin man thought of something, and immediately turned around and reported to his boss: "Boss, the'killer' seems to have lost his hand and was killed by a foreign guy. Our business is based on the other party’s name. Now that the other party is dead, are we?"

"Stop? How is it possible! How much Kimpton's business is that, how can I stop! And why don't you use your head? The'killer' is dead, isn't there a second'killer'? Or , The one who died is simply fake? Is it really still at large and continue to **** more young girls? What a stupid and incorrigible guy!"

The middle-aged man scolded his unmotivated subordinates.

"Boss, your wisdom is really unmatched!"

The thin man said flatly, the middle-aged man smiled triumphantly.

"Then I will look for someone now?"

The thin man asked, taking advantage of the momentum.

For him, a thief, of course, he is not willing to stop this profitable business. Originally, he was worried that he would lose this big source of income because of the'killer' matter. He didn't expect it to be so easy to solve—it was Well, you don't need to take any risks to get so much Kimpton.

Compared with those dangerous people, those girls are almost like a lamb at their disposal.

Maybe I should also taste these "lambs"?

The thief couldn't help thinking.

You know ~www.readwn.com~ In order to get a better price, these looted girls all need to be virgins.

For those picky buyers, the thieves who could only patronize the cheapest prostitutes and women before were very contemptuous, and...envious-thinking of the appearance of those girls begging and crying, he just felt his whole body hot.

It seems that he has published some secrets of the ‘killer’.

However, before he had a lingering aftertaste, a long sword pierced his heart.

The pain in his chest caused the thief to lower his head subconsciously. He did not see the long sword, he only saw the frost appearing on his wound.

When he fell to the ground feebly, he saw his boss's head and was cut off with a sword.

what happened?

This is the last doubt of the thief.

ps first update~ (to be continued...)()