The Dean Has Arrived Chapter 461: Jiu Ke is still sleeping…

Ryan Cutler shuddered, and suddenly woke up from sleep.

"His..." But before he got up, he covered his forehead.

Excessive drinking at the celebration party put him in a hangover with a headache.

In the winter, night fell early, and the car was completely dark outside.

While the Aveland Performing Arts Conference attracted many tourists, it also filled all the hotels in this small town. Even the benefactor of their Cutler Performing Arts Group, the mysterious troubadour, paid three. Double the room rate and grabbed two empty rooms after checking out.

Fortunately, as a performing arts group traveling all over the Eastern Plains, Ryan doesn't mind sleeping in his car with his wife...especially when there are trophies from previous performances in the car.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the gilded trophy with mixed feelings in his heart.

Originally, their performing arts group participating in the competition was just a whim and a little fluke. Even though he was very satisfied with the dance choreographed by his wife, he knew very well how many performing companies had the honor of winning the competition and that one. The huge bonus of a hundred gold coins is eyeing up.

After the dancers of his performing troupe were poached by the Ross Performing Arts troupe, he even more sadly realized the impoverished helplessness and humiliation of his small performing troupe.

Ross wants to buy his own performing arts group, but Ryan is very clear that the other party's target is not Cutler, this small and broken performing arts group, but his wife.

Returning his gaze to his wife's face, who was still asleep, Ryan's expression softened a little.

He is just an ordinary man with no special talents, and she is the daughter of a little nobleman. After the two love each other, it took them a long time to get together, and even for this reason, the wife and the family broke up. . No longer has the surname that once made her proud.

From the original fine clothes and jade food to the current frugal food and clothing, from the original carefree to now become the worry about making a living, even the original white and tender hands are covered with calluses due to long housework and labor. No longer slender and tender.

However, his wife never said anything, and kept giving silently.

So even for her, I must work harder.

Ryan touched the leather pocket in his arms, which contained ninety gold coins as a bonus. For some reason, the puppeteer girl said that she had gained enough this time. So only took ten, and the mysterious troubadour refused the gift of gold coins after accepting a gem of poor color.

This makes Ryan feel a little uneasy while he is happy.

Ninety gold coins-this huge sum of money is enough to buy a small performing arts group the size of Cutler performing arts group.

If you give him time to develop well, let alone Rose's kind of medium-sized performing arts groups that demand money, maybe even large performing groups are not a problem!

But at the same time, this huge sum of money is like a piece of fat. Enough to make those lawbreakers salivate on them.

It’s okay in Avila. Lord Lord hasn’t left yet. If it happens that the performing arts troupe has just won the reward and got robbed the next day, the Lord Lord will order the news even if it’s for your own sake. Investigate and bring the guilty to justice. But once I left Avilan. Those guys who are hidden in the darkness that the sun can't find will definitely can't wait to do them!

"Maybe it would be better to spend most of the money tomorrow." Carefully covered his wife's quilt, Ryan lay down again, looking at the roof of the car, thinking about the next thing: "It happens that many small performing arts groups pay back Didn’t leave Aveland. Buy some good reputation, buy some spare materials and so on, and then hire some mercenary guards. If the noise is a little louder, it should be fine."

But I don’t know why. He always feels a little uneasy.

In the end, Ryan got up and put on his clothes, thinking more and more confused. Open the car door, plan to go out and chat with the magic swordsman who is vigil by the bonfire for a while, passing the cold winter air by the way to calm down his still stinging head.

However, at the moment he opened the door of the carriage, he noticed something was wrong. The magic swordsman by the campfire fell to the ground, and with the help of the fire light, a dark red liquid could be seen slowly dripping out of him.

Then a dagger shimmering in silver pressed against his throat.

Two assassination magic swordsmen who had hidden their figure with the help of magic emerged from the air and appeared in front of him.

"Don't make any noise, sir... the man by the bonfire has shown you an uncooperative end." One of the magic swordsmen said softly, with a sharp voice like scratching a blackboard with his nails. One can immediately hear that the other party is using falsetto.

Is there anyone who is not afraid of death and dare to do it today? Ryan's heart suddenly reached his throat. It was clear that the temperature was very low, but a lot of cold sweat was dripping out of his forehead.

"I can give it to you if you want money, but please don't continue to hurt our people." Ryan Cutler could only sigh in the end and let out a somewhat hopeless begging for mercy.

"No, we don't want your money, sir." Unexpectedly, another magic swordsman shook his head.

"But...I don't have anything else worthy of your hands..."

"This is just work."

Ryan felt a little dizzy in his head.

At this time, another ringing voice answered his doubts.

"What they want, should be your flowery wife."

The three of them looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw that the mysterious troubadour was wearing pajamas in one hand, Rose, with a pale face, as if he could not feel the weight of the other's dead pig figure, walked slowly over.

The two girls who followed him gathered around the downed Night Swordsman, and then one of the little blue-haired girls shook her head at the troubadour, indicating that it was hopeless.

"I'm here... uh, forget it, I found a contract with magical aura in this guy's room."

Xiwei threw the fat man who was subjected to the feather fall technique to the ground, and then took out a piece of antique yellowed parchment: "It seems that there is an incredible noble family who paid far more than you For the amount of the bonus, entrust him to take your wife. And the deadline stated on the contract is in the last few days. If it fails, something interesting may happen."

Syvey’s words made Ryan Cutler’s mind like a lightning strike. Why would Rose, a money-demanding guy, have trouble with him? He would rather have his own pocket bleeding and the Cutler Performing Arts group hurting both sides. Shengsheng forced the small performing arts troupe he originally ran to be like this, and now he understands it all at once.

I’m afraid he is not coveting his wife’s beauty, but he learned about his wife’s original birth from nowhere, then negotiated with the family, accepted the other party’s entrustment and at the same time claimed a large amount of wealth, so he will everywhere Against yourself.

"The two of you over there," rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket, and Xiwei smiled at the two assassination swordsmen who were on the verge of an enemy: "Are you planning to surrender?" Or should I send you to surrender?"

"Wait, our gold master has been caught by you. This job will naturally be abandoned." One of the magic swordsmen said out loudly: "In this way~IndoMTL.com~We have nothing to do with you, you There is no need to fight hard, right?"

"No, no, don't you just lie there?" Xiwei pointed behind him.

Looking in the direction he pointed, lying there was the murdered Swordman of the Night Watch.

"In that case, your Excellency is not going to get together with us anymore?" The voice of the uttering magic swordsman suddenly became gloomy.

He originally thought that the ability of the opponent to appear near him without them noticing was a bit weird, plus the strange power that could easily pick up Rose, so he was a little jealous of Sivi, in line with something more. It's better to say so on the principle of one less thing.

But as a killer, naturally you will not be afraid of such troubles: "In that case..."

"The negotiation broke down." Xiwei also smiled and agreed.

Then he gently raised his hand...

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