The Magic Thief Chapter 15:

The chaotic buildings are crowded together, and the roofs are full of shabby shacks extending out of the street. On the walls on both sides of the street, a mess of posters and notices were posted everywhere, as if countless patches were covering this dilapidated side street. The muddy and dampness after the heavy rain still remained on the ground, and the air smelled of a mixture of smoke and moldy things. Such slums are not uncommon in the outskirts of Franck, and this is just one of many slum neighborhoods. It is in this inconspicuous place that there is a small building that is no different from the nearby houses.

The wooden floor will creak when you step on it. The handrails and door panels are always swaying from side to side. Obviously they are not very reliable anymore. The newly washed clothes are hanging in front of the randomly opened windows. But even the elderly who have lived here for decades do not know that there is a patio behind this small building. Standing in the patio, Serot was walking around there impatiently, and his heart was very disturbed.

The mission has been completed, and Monstock is already dead. With his death, the Paladins will have no heads of dragons. This powerful and invincible army, which is regarded by the world as invincible and irresistible, will inevitably be lethal. flaw.

With Monstock, the Paladins are like a sharp sword and an indestructible shield. He died, the sword is still extremely sharp, the shield is still indestructible, but it has become an exquisite decoration and placed there quietly, without a powerful warrior, no matter how powerful the sword, no matter how hard a shield is. The dead of value.

But Serot is also thinking about his own value. With the death of Monstock, is he still as valuable as before?

Serott is not a brash and no-brained martial artist. In fact, the most useful teaching he got from Monstock is to use wisdom instead of force to solve problems. Although he always had opinions on Monstock, and eventually became a mortal enemy that is difficult to coexist and die, Serot has never forgotten the teachings of Monstock. And another extremely important point of Monstock’s many teachings is to truly understand oneself, and only by understanding oneself can correct judgments be made.

With the death of Monstock, perhaps the value of his own existence has become more and more meagre. Although His Royal Highness had intended to reuse himself, he even imagined building a regiment as strong and indestructible as the Paladins. It's a pity that a fatal mistake ruined everything.

Selott is very aware of the disappointment in the Prince’s heart, and can even feel his deep anger in his heart. He is even more aware of who is shaking his position behind the Prince, who is spreading dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction with him among the knights. Contempt. He could easily defeat all of this, but it was a pity that he lost this excellent opportunity. His only value is to compete with Monstock, but Monstock is dead. He didn't even die in his hands, but was taken by an assassin hiding in the dark.

"What are you thinking?" Suddenly a middle-aged man's voice came from behind.

"Aren't you a magician? Why don't you just read my thoughts." Saiot said lightly.

"I'm not proficient in spirit-manipulating magic. Magicians are not omnipotent." Count Dacreo smiled and said.

"Why should I stay at Franck?" Serot asked coldly.

"Didn't I stay here too?" Count Dakru said softly.

"That's why I feel the strangest." Saiot said.

"You seem to be afraid, afraid that I will be against you." Count Dacreo said leisurely.

"I'm not afraid. If you want to kill me, I won't be surprised. I just don't want to live aimlessly and then die inexplicably." Saiot said, he seemed to have seen everything. , No longer as fierce and violent as before.

"I know what you are worried about, but you should have heard of the reason why His Royal Highness appointed me as the commander-in-chief of this mission. Among the many staff of His Royal Highness, my position is relatively detached. I do not belong to Any force." Count Dacreo said, with a smile on his lips.

"Furthermore, you have never really seen His Royal Highness. You think that because of a mistake that you no longer have value in the Prince's eyes, then you are wrong. For His Highness, such a loss is still far away. Did not reach the point of being intolerable, not to mention that you should be very clear about his wish. Compared with the loss of a magician: it is much more important for him to build a powerful army like the Paladins, and you are It is the key to building this invincible army." Count Dacreo said.

"Is that possible? If the prince still has hope for this, he will not let the rumors that are not good for me fly all over the sky." Saiot said calmly.

"Is it possible to stop all rumors? Even if people don’t publicize them, do you have a way to ensure that rumors are not spread in private? In all fairness, you are proposing a way that can completely eliminate rumors and is convincing. "Earl Dacreo said in a calm tone, and his retort made Serot speechless.

"What's more, those who are secretly inciting and spreading rumors are also very important to His Majesty the Prince. He cannot sacrifice everyone else for you alone. You should be very clear about the Prince's side except me. Besides, you treat almost everyone as an enemy, and they are the same." Dacreo looked at Serot and said: "You may never have thought that this is your most fatal mistake."

Serot fell silent when he heard the words of Earl Dacru.

"However, the prince never gave up his greatest wish, so he asked me to be the commander of this mission. This time the mission is not as others imagined, just to deal with Monstock. The real mission has just begun. The vigorous things in the front are only a prelude, and the following movements may not be as enthusiastic and noisy as the prelude, but they are much deeper and longer." Count Dacreo said.

"Who is the performer? It can't be just you and me." Said said, his mood finally calmed down.

"You should have guessed it." Count Ducru did not answer directly.

"Those mice from the northwest, and the loyal dog Rabel?" Serot asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Why did you miss those southerners? They have been the active center of the capital these days." Dacro said.

"His Royal Highness also intends to deal with those southerners? I don't think he will underestimate the enemy. Those southerners are probably more difficult to deal with than Monstock." Saiote said.

Earl Dacru stared at Serot for a while and said: "His Royal Highness will be very happy if he hears this. You finally know how to praise the virtues of others, but you can rest assured, Your Royal Highness. I don’t intend to act rashly against Surthburg. The strength of those southerners is far beyond expectations. There are already too many precedents for rashly being enemies. For His Royal Highness, it’s not as if they must be eliminated. Enemies, it is better to be used as a means, at least no one is better suited to complete the aftermath than them."

"The aftermath?" Serot asked, bewildered.

"Don’t you think there are too many mice here? Dogs are not the best at catching mice. Without a helper, I’m afraid they will not be able to complete this task anyway, but those southerners are in this aspect. Expert." Count Dacreo said with a smile.

"Then what is our mission to stay in the capital, watch the show?" Serot still didn't understand what Count Dacre really meant.

"The most annoying thing about mice is that they escape very quickly, so the most effective way to catch mice is to use mousetraps and poisoning. However, mice are very shrewd and timid. They are willing to act rashly, so they need someone to strengthen their courage by the side." Count Dacreo said leisurely.

"Can this arrangement succeed? The oldest mouse is definitely an old and cunning character. If we don't rush to the forefront, he won't believe our sincerity at all." Saiot frowned. .

"Then we will rush to the forefront according to the meaning of that mouse." Count Dacreo said.

"Didn't His Royal Highness say that he doesn't want to be enemies of those southerners? If I deliberately release the water, the mouse will definitely be visible." Serot asked puzzledly.

"If you deal with those southerners in your own name, you have nothing to do with His Royal Highness. With your character and widely circulated rumors, those southerners will not have much doubt about this." Duck Count Lu said.

Serault stared at Count Dakru for a while, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to understand what the mysterious guy was thinking about. If he is a worthless abandoned son, there is no need for this guy to tell him these things. But from the last sentence he said, he was still an abandoned son, a successful one can get great benefits, and failure is irrelevant.

Looking at Serot’s puzzled expression, Count Dacreu said: "You should know why I am respected by His Royal Highness. As a magician, I am not very strong. The Prince is next to me. There are many useful magicians."

"You are one of the two great think tanks around the prince." Saiot said coldly.

"Or to be more precise, I am a conspirator who is good at arranging conspiracies and tricks, and winning with these conspiracies and tricks. There is no use at all to deal with those rats with open and honest tactics, but my conspiracies often can It works, but as I said earlier, the elimination of Monstock is just a prelude, and the elimination of mice is just an episode. They are just a cover, a cover to prove that you and those southerners are fighting bravely." Count Dakru said.

Serott looked at Count Dakru. From his expression, Serott seemed to know something, but he was not quite sure. The only thing he knew was that he It was the most important part of the conspiracy, and he also vaguely felt that there was a bigger conspiracy surrounding this conspiracy.

"If you still don't understand it for a while, just leave the question until the evening. We should set off now to meet those annoying mice." Count Dacreo said with a smile.

……

In the other corner of Franck, a majestic and extremely exquisite palace was built. The original name of this palace has long been forgotten by the world, and "abandoned palace" has become its current name.

The man living in this palace is the prince from the kingdom of Drizhi.

The sleeping quarters have become sickbeds, and the broken leg bones are hung on the edge of the bed sandwiched between wooden boards. The prince is looking at the book happily, and the ink bottle, quill and pen are placed on the partition on the chest. A thick stack of paper, he sometimes writes his reading experience on the paper.

Suddenly the door of the bedroom was opened, and the princess walked in happily.

"Seeing you are as happy as a gust of wind, is there anything good?" The prince said with his eyes still looking at the book without raising his head. Obviously he knew who came in.

Princess Xia walked up to her brother, grabbed the book in his hand, and complained: "Why don't you listen to the advice and take a good rest?"

"Isn't I resting all day?" His Royal Highness said.

"Since you are called to rest, don't read such obscure books." Her Royal Highness said, holding the book tightly in her arms.

"Usually I don't have time, but now I just have the opportunity to read the notes of the mainland lord. You can really learn a lot from it." The prince said with a long sigh.

"By the way, you shouldn't make a special trip to interrupt my reading, right? Is there any good news?" His Royal Highness asked.

"That is the worst news for the Franciscans, but it is great news for us. Monstock is dead." The princess said excitedly.

What the little girl didn't expect was that her brother was not as happy as she thought, on the contrary, his expression was extremely solemn.

"Monstock? The head of the Paladins?" His Royal Highness asked.

"Apart from him, who else is dead can make me so excited." The princess said excitedly: "Aren't you happy?"

"Of course, I am really happy that one of the strongest enemies has disappeared from this world, but this is a bit unexpected. Can you be sure that the source is correct?" the prince asked again.

"His Royal Highness, Princess Xia is indeed right." An old voice came from outside the door.

The wise old magician was standing at the door, his face showing a tired look, as if suddenly getting older.

"Master, have you confirmed this news?" the prince asked.

The old man closed the door and pointed his hand at the window again, and the window closed automatically. After turning around the bedroom and drawing a few magic symbols on the wall, the old man walked to the bed.

"Master, what did you see?" The prince's expression became solemn again.

"Monstock is dead. He was killed under the conspiracy of Prince Phillips and the thieves' union he hired." The old man said gravely.

"It's a pity that such a brave warrior died not in a dignified battle, but under a conspiracy." His Royal Highness sighed in a very sad tone.

During his childhood, the name Monstock was deeply imprinted in his mind. He has always defeated the extremely powerful Monstock in martial arts and defeated the invincible Paladins on the battlefield. It is always him. The highest dream.

It can even be said that it was Monstock and the Paladins that he led that made him stronger and stronger.

Now Mengstock is dead. After losing Mengstock, the Paladins are still a powerful knights, but without Mengstock, it’s like the dragon has lost its soul and the Excalibur has lost Like the user, the rest is just superficially powerful.

The appearance of another soul, another person who can lead the Paladin Order, is not a simple matter. No one knows better than the prince, what kind of talent it takes and how much effort it takes to be able to do so. Reach the realm of that old knight.

For at least ten years, there will be no other soul figure in the Paladins. This is not a good thing for Delizhi, who is an enemy country.

But the prince's palace also read something else from the old man's expression-that is a deep worry.

"Master, what have you found?" the prince asked.

"If no one is holding Monstock head-on, and there is no enemy strong enough to make this Paladin commander concentrate on dealing with him, absolutely no one can approach and assassinate him from behind." The old man said slowly.

"The fallen Paladin Serot? Apparently he was also involved in this despicable murder." The prince said solemnly.

This fallen paladin is also what he attaches great importance to, and that person is about the same age as him, so he has a better chance to become a powerful enemy in front of him at some time in the future. But for this fallen paladin, His Royal Highness did not hold much respect. Because this person seems to him to have many fatal weaknesses-weaknesses rooted in the roots of human nature, arrogance, ambition, and arrogance all make him inevitably a lonely person.

"Yes, but what really worries me is the power that Serot used to fight Monstock. It is a power that should never appear in the Kingdom of France." The old man's face was revealed. Unusually old, he obviously spent countless efforts to see the fierce and unimaginable confrontation in the fierce fire of the past time through the flame that has disappeared.

"That is the power that your ancestors exchanged for their lives. It is a secret that the Kingdom of Dejiazhi will never allow to be revealed." The old man said in a heavy tone.

"Is it windy or bloodthirsty?" The prince sat upright and asked, subconsciously clenching his fists. Even the princess lost his former activity and looked at the old man in horror. She, who is a princess, naturally knows what this means.

"Bloodthirsty!" said the old man.

This news is like a thunderbolt for both the prince and the princess.

The Bloodthirsty Corps is the ultimate unit created by the Delizhi Kingdom to counter the Paladin Order at a great price and sacrifice the lives of countless people.

For the birth of this army, several generations of Dali Zhiwang worked hard and even gave his own life, and countless magicians have spent their entire lives on this.

Because of this, just like the Royal Family of France attaches great importance to the Paladins, the Kingdom of Delizhi also regards the Bloodthirsty Corps as a treasure, and will never show off in front of others. And the secret that made the Bloodthirsty Corps powerful was the secret strictly guarded by the Dalizhi Kingdom.

"Someone leaked the power of bloodthirsty?" the prince asked solemnly.

"Although not all, Serot did master the essence of bloodthirsty swordsmanship, but he still couldn't fully adapt to the power of bloodthirsty." The old man said.

Princess Xia, who had been listening to the conversation, turned pale suddenly.

As a member of the royal family, she naturally knows what the leak of the bloodthirsty power means. It not only means that the bloodthirsty corps is no longer mysterious, but outsiders may be able to find a way to defeat the bloodthirsty corps after careful research. Someone in the Kingdom of Delizhi is making a secret deal with Prince Phillips.

But it is absolutely certain that the royal family of Delizhi cannot use bloodthirsty power as a bargaining chip. Such a bargaining chip is too big. Moreover, the kingdom of France has always been passive. Zao Sijing holds enough weights in his hands.

Princess Xiji is absolutely certain that anyone who speaks to her father and exchanges bloodthirsty power for the alliance of Prince Phillips will be immediately imprisoned by her father, and the title of traitor will be hung on the noose. , Let the north howling cold wind blow and dry.

"Father is surrounded by rebellious officials!" The prince also thought of this.

"It is still unsure about this matter. Perhaps Prince Phillips succeeded in stealing the secret of the bloodthirsty power, just as we did everything possible to obtain the secret of the Paladin. For centuries, the Kingdom of France has also Spying on the secret of bloodthirsty power." The old man persuaded that although he also had the worst premonition, he did not want to plant the seeds of doubt and cleansing in the heart of His Royal Highness, that would only grow hatred and madness. The thorns are absolutely not good for the kingdom of Drizhi.

The old man's words made the prince and princess feel a little relieved. Seeing the old man's old appearance, the prince suddenly understood something.

"Master, you look tired, you should take a good rest." His Royal Highness said.

"Soon, I can rest as long as I want, but I still have a lot to do before that." The old man sighed and said, "Recently, there will be no more peace in the capital, although I leave There is still a long way to go to complete turmoil and chaos, but we still need to be prepared at any time."

"Are you worried that Prince Phillips will be against us?" the prince asked.

"No, Prince Phillips is best at raids. You should be able to guess his current deployment and arrangements." The old man said.

The prince Delizhi frowned and nodded. After dealing with the prince for so many years, he naturally guessed that the prince must have completely withdrawn his subordinates from the capital by now, maybe another army is in the process of pulling out On the way, but those who launched the first round of attacks will definitely not stay in this dangerous place until they are reorganized and deployed.

"Is the thieves' guild bought by the Prince you just mentioned that it will become uneasy?" Princess Ya asked with an inspiration.

"Your Majesty, you guessed it well." The old man nodded and said.

"I've seen it a long time ago that those guys can't be at ease by others. The young heir of Searthborough was put in a Lombard prison, and he must have always been worried about him." Princess Xiji curled her lips. Said, now this little girl has already considered herself an expert in the study of those southerners.

The old man smiled and shook his head and said: "The Kingdom of France does not have only one thieves' union."

"Except for the South, where the noble powers are extremely strong, and the Legal Department has always been extremely tightly controlled, what thieves' unions will be able to challenge the king's authority?" Prince Henry asked.

"Although Francis’s situation is roughly the same as what you just said, there are occasionally one or two exceptions. In addition to being extremely remote from the capital, the power center in the South, the local aristocracy is not strong, and it is peaceful. The close connection between Lei and Xibai also makes it easy for them to get help from outside.

"In a place not far northwest of France, there is also a place that is almost unique. It is close to Inge, and there has been continuous conquests between France and Inge for a thousand years, so this fertile piece of northwest The land has become a place of instability and danger. Because of this, it is also a paradise for thieves and desperadoes, and they rely on Inge, an island country close at hand, and Francis’ Law Office treats them. There is no way.

"Now that site is controlled by a thief leader named Lomer. Compared with that Mr. Hyde, Lomer is obviously not that smart and doesn’t know how to operate. The reason why he is able to stay firmly Controlling the territory of the northwest is entirely dependent on the rule of terror and cruel methods." The old man said everything he knew in detail.

"Prince Phillips wants to use these guys to draw the attention of the loyal dog Rabel?" The prince obviously thought of the prince's strategy.

"I'm afraid there are other purposes." The old man said: "Lomel has only failed twice in his life, one of which was lost in the hands of Labelle. His Majesty was furious with the gold robbery in the whole country and ordered Labelle to thoroughly investigate the case. Labelle mobilized all his forces and drove Lomer overseas.

"The other time was before the golden robbery. At that time, the wealth and prosperity of the South gradually spread in the Kingdom of France. Lomer did not realize that there was also a powerful thieves’ guild in the South, Lomé. Er ordered his subordinates to expand their forces to the south. The war between the thieves’ unions ultimately ended in Lomer’s complete failure. Lomer not only lost all his subordinates who entered the South, but also lost his most beloved son."

Prince Henrid listened to the old man's words and nodded slightly. He finally knew the prince's deployment, because if he stood in the prince's position, he would make the same deployment. Any covenant is only temporary, but it has a short period of time, and the covenant with the greedy can only be described as very short. Once it benefits from the covenant, the covenant will immediately face collapse.

Although the prince did not know exactly how powerful the thief leader named Lomer was in his hands, he at least knew how superb the subordinates that Mr. Hyde possessed. As long as he can find a character like that, he will have absolute confidence to turn his ambitions and dreams into reality.

The encounter in the Butte Forest still shocked him until now.

The bravery and sturdiness of those two coachmen, the magical archery skills displayed by the Mr. Hyde, but what shocked him most was the haunting killer and the little heir to Surthburg who joined him seamlessly.

Although the strength of the little heir of Searthburg is nothing at all among the magicians that Prince Henriide has seen, but he can't imagine any way to break the combination of these two people. It is simply Killing the game seamlessly.

Suddenly, the prince wanted his fracture to heal as soon as possible, because a wonderful performance must be performed on the magnificent stage of Frank, if he missed this performance, he will regret it for life.

"Master, can you think of a way to get me back to health as soon as possible?" Prince Henrid asked.

The old man looked at His Royal Highness, he seemed to have guessed what the prince was thinking. He nodded and said, "I have some remedies. If you are willing to try it, you may be able to lie down on the bed for a few weeks. ."

"Try the folk remedy, but if you want to get back to health, adequate rest is the most important." The princess said that she went to the window, opened the window and threw the thick book in her hand from the window. .

……

The broad Bergeny Avenue is no longer the bustling and noisy of the past. Although there are still carriages coming and going, but most of them are police carriages patrolled by the Legal Department, with a black painted shell, heavy door panels, and equipped with The iron railing with the thick thumb makes others feel gloomy and terrifying. At the corner of the block stood officials from the Legal Affairs Department. All passers-by and carriages must undergo strict inspections.

This period of time in the capital is very tightly sealed, and there are three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry everywhere.

Earl Ducru and Serot sat leisurely on the carriage, watching the coachman deal with the wolves of the Legal Department officials skillfully.

The carriage drove up the avenue, and glanced at the officials of the Legal Affairs Department. There was a scornful smile on Serott's mouth.

After traveling for five or six kilometers, the carriage stopped in front of a villa.

The wide porch, in front of the door squatted two elk carefully carved out of marble, the walls were decorated with shield-shaped decorations, and a long sword was placed across the top of the decorations.

Selott is indeed a little surprised how Lomel persuades the owner here to hide their gang. The Marquis de Poxiali has always been known for his prudence, and he dares to commit such a crime that endangers the entire family.

Getting out of the carriage, Count Dacreo walked straight to the villa, and Serot followed him as he watched.

The garden of the Bosciali family is one of the most famous scenery in the city of Franck. And everyone who has been here knows that this small garden also has an exquisite and elegant building. Serot was also a frequent visitor to Xiaolou back then, and his revisit made him feel a little bit emotional.

Walking into the small building, everything is the same as before. The scarlet carpet, the exquisite brocade tapestry from Thor, the walls are wrapped in silk, and the milky white stairs and handrails look graceful and luxurious. Standing at the top of the stairs was a middle-aged man with a flat head, and he saw Count Dakru approaching enthusiastically.

Selott glanced around subconsciously, looking for the assassin who always hides in the dark and likes to attack behind others.

Selott will never forget the scene that day. The assassin suddenly appeared in the flames like a ghost. His actions were no less swift than his own. The long and sharp dagger stretched out and shrank like a snake's letter. The fatal blow that seemed to be an understatement pierced Monstock's heart accurately.

Selott is absolutely certain that that dagger is not ordinary. It is almost impossible for a sharp dagger to pierce through the top ten of the Paladin wearing Monstock. The only explanation is that the magic attached to the dagger, just like the "blood god's spear", can restrain the power blessed by the gods on the Paladin armor.

"Are you looking for Die? I sent him to do something for me." Lomel said, with a cold smile on his lips.

Serott could roughly guess what Lomel would send the top killer to do. It was obviously too wasteful to use such a top killer in addition to killing.

"Who is so unfortunate, maybe I have to prepare clothes for the funeral for this." Count Dacreo said with a smile.

"I believe that person is absolutely impossible to be related to your Excellency. He comes from a very remote and remote place in the south." Lomel also said with a smile. His smile was so gentle that anyone who saw it would never imagine This is an extremely cold and dangerous guy.

Selott's heart moved, he really didn't expect Lomel to plan to do it so soon.

The leader of the thieves apparently saw the doubts in Serott’s heart, and said with a smile: "Of course, I am not too reckless. For my old friend and colleague, my knowledge will never be yours. Next, Die just went to see the situation. Only he can handle this matter."

"You are very cautious." Count Ducru praised.

"When dealing with my old friend, it’s not okay to be cautious! I was too reckless, so I learned from him a lesson that will benefit me throughout my life." Lommel said, his face slightly slightly Involvement, obviously until now, that incident is still a big blow to him.

"If I ask your Excellency to give up your plan, after all, the current situation is extremely unfavorable for you and me. What's more, we still have a lot of things to do. More important goals are waiting for us, for those southerners. Why do you have to pay for your loss if you go into a big fight?" Count Dakru said calmly: "Besides, when the Prince takes the throne, he can justly help you fulfill your wish, so why rush it for a while?"

Serot was watching with cold eyes. He who understood the true intentions of Count Ducru, naturally understood the meaning of these words, and now he is one of the two big think tanks for the reason why Count Ducru can become his Royal Highness. , Finally understand, this guy is indeed worthy of a conspirator.

The thief leader obviously didn’t know the true intentions of Count Ducru. He glanced at Count Ducru coldly and said: "I did not ask for your help, although it will be important to the covenant between us. It will be very good, but you better not stop me, let alone undermine my actions."

"We have nothing to do with those southerners. It can even be said that we and them also have a large account to be cleared. But now is a critical moment. I don’t want to make any mistakes, not to mention the strength of those southerners. Very strong, I am afraid it is not easy to deal with them. We have also committed fatal mistakes that underestimate the enemy, which also taught us a lesson that we will never forget." Dacro said.

"Thank you for your reminder. It's a pity that you and I have different understandings of the lessons that will never be remembered. His Royal Highness has lost a magician at best, or an excellent opportunity, but For me, what I have lost is my son."

Speaking of here, Lomer’s eyes flashed with a sad look, and after a while, he coldly continued: "If the prince had ascended the throne, my old friend would have gone. Wang Yilei, just like Yingge is the safest shelter for me, no one can threaten me who is hiding in Yingge. Once my friend enters Yilei, no one will be able to do anything about him. This time is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although I still cannot repay the lessons he taught me back then, I can at least make him feel a little sad."

"Do you want to take this opportunity to cut off all his powerful men?" Count Dacreo asked.

"No, I don't want to underestimate the strength of my old friend, nor do I want to underestimate the abilities of his men. I am not greedy. My goal is only two people." Lomel lowered his head and paced. Said.

"It won't be the killer and the little heir of Searthburg!" Count Ducru said.

"Although Die really wants to fight his old opponent again, but I don’t intend to fight an unsure fight. As for the little liar, I don’t care about it. He is in the hands of Hyde. A useful piece, but the loss of this piece is not of great significance to him. Now no one dares to touch the fat of Surthburg. In a sense, this piece has been completed. After fulfilling his task, what I want to get rid of is the two people whom he has appointed as heirs. My old friends have already spent a lot of effort on them, just like I did to my son if they die. Now, my old friend may be sad for a while." Lomel said the last words, his face was slightly involved again.

Lommel's goal was obviously far beyond Serot's expectations, but Earl Dacre was still indifferent as if he had already guessed it.

While we were talking, suddenly the door was opened, and a man with a dull expression and a very ordinary face came in.

"Diee, is there any progress?" Lomel asked.

The assassin glanced at Count Dakru and Serot, then looked at the leader.

Seeing the boss winking, the assassin said: "I went to survey the terrain. It is not difficult to penetrate. The road is not a wide enemy, but the block is very long and blocked on both sides. People from the Legal Affairs Department may have to spend a lot of time trying to get there. However, if you don’t move the two most powerful guys far away, it would be quite difficult to attack there and kill the target, even if you get in. In all likelihood, you won’t be able to come out alive."

Lomel frowned and asked: "Will there be a tunnel in that villa leading to other places?"

"It's hard to tell, I'm not a magician." said the killer.

"I can help with this matter, but it will take some time." Count Dacreu interrupted.

"Your Excellency, then, you will find that I am very patient. I will never act rashly if I have not been fully prepared to deal with my old friends' subordinates." Lomel bowed respectfully.

"If you want to deal with those southerners, count me." Serott raised his chin and said, his expression was so aloof and indifferent, but his murderous aura was so daunting.

In fact, even Count Dacre is not even sure that Serot is only acting in conjunction with his conspiracy, or he really intends to compete with the people who have suffered the bitterness of failure again. . But no matter what the reason is, it is extremely beneficial to him. At least this appearance has convinced Lomer, who is old and cunning and cautious at the same time.

For Lommel, he didn't expect the Prince's men to help him, but he did have to ask for help because he did not have a magician.

Back then, Hyde didn’t have a magician, and he was still defeated miserably in his hands. In fact, Lommel never thought that the little heir of Sorthburg was just a chess piece that had lost its value. As a magician, he As for the value of Hyde, only he, who is also the leader of thieves, can best understand.

He is even willing to exchange half of the territory for the loyalty of a magician.

If you want to deal with the little heir of Searthburg, I'm afraid I can only rely on Earl Dakru.

But Lommel is also very clear that it may not be easy to get him into the water, but it must be much easier to get Russell Ot into the water. Just as Count Dacreo expected, Serot's unruly reputation and the fact that he had been frustrated by Sirthburg gave an illusion to an old cunning fellow like Lomer.

"It's great to have you join. The two of us can join forces again, just like the last time. You are in front of you, and I made a fatal blow behind you." The assassin said calmly. His face seemed to never show any expression.

Selott stared at the killer coldly and said proudly: "Maybe I will penetrate you this time. I have never teamed up with you. Even without you, Monstock will die. In my hands, he is already old."

"Whatever you say, but that's my job." The killer was not moved by Serot.

"Two, now that we are all in the same boat, don’t attack each other. This will only make our enemies happy. In fact, Monstock is dead. He is your Serot. Killed, after receiving the payment according to our rules, the name of the deceased will be completely forgotten from his mind. If you ask Dieter now, Dieter will definitely not even know who Monstock is. This is not the best of both worlds. Now? All the honor belongs to you, Mr. Serot." Lommel said politely. He didn't look like a thief leader at all, but more like a gentleman with good manners.

"I think I have the best of both worlds. Mr. Die can leave a period of time for Mr. Serault, let Mr. Serault deal with his opponent, if he can kill that The opponent will be the most perfect situation. If there is still no progress by then, and there is still no difference between the high and the low, then Mr. Die has a good reason to take the shot, and he can't make the whole plan face failure because of one person. "Earl Dacreo said with a smile, and there was an indescribable feeling hidden in his smile.

"Yes. Die can use this time to deal with other people. Although he is an expert in this area and has high efficiency, those opponents are not simple characters. I am afraid that it will take a lot of effort to be able to Dismiss these people, Mr. Serot will have enough time to fight against your opponents. But in my opinion, although your force is superior to your opponents, he may occupy more in that place. Advantages, and for safety, I cannot guarantee that you will be able to compete with your opponents during the day, and the night is too advantageous for your opponents." Lomel said with a smile.

"Don't worry, my eyes can also penetrate the darkness." Serot said coldly.

"Penetrate the darkness? Then you are dead. He and I can be transformed into darkness. We and the darkness are one." The assassin said coldly. In fact, this is what makes him the most dignified knight. Where they are disdainful, in the darkness they are the kings in charge of life and death.

"There is no need to worry about it. As long as I don't rely on magic to merge myself and the darkness, I can make him completely separate from the darkness. I can help with such a small favor." Count Dacreo smiled Said.

"If your Excellency can help me deal with the young heir to Searthburg, I will be more grateful. This will be very beneficial to the covenant between us and His Royal Highness." Lomer interrupted suddenly.

Count Dacreuo pretended to frown and thought for a while and said: "Maybe I can hold the little heir for a few minutes for your Excellency. I can do this with a few tricks, but I don't intend to really Shot, that will shake my position. By the Prince's side, I am one of those who hope to cooperate with Surthburg."

"I really hope to get your full help, but I will be grateful for any help from you." Lomel said politely.