The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 60: Killing intent from three parties

In the very center of Roseburg is the sharp, dark red castle that looks like it from the outside.

Its name is also called Roseburg.

It looks like a broken sword, pointing unyieldingly at the sky, filled with the blood of the evil dragon.

In common language, the original meaning of the word "Russ" is "the broken sword" or "the extinct heir". In addition, it also means describing eunuchs.

But the irony is... the current owner of Roseburg seems to be about to die.

Now the old Viscount is actually sitting back in his seat for the third time.

He is now over eighty years old and will soon be ninety.

Forty-five years ago, he passed his position as city lord to his eldest son, his only son. Unfortunately, he died on a woman's belly seven years later, so the position of Viscount returned to the old Viscount himself.

Fortunately, he was still young at that time.

One year after his son's death, he gave birth to a new son in middle age, Alan Barber. When his son was twenty-four years old, he passed on his title and city lordship to him.

... What was even more unfortunate was that his second son died suddenly seven years later. This time he died in his study, and the old Viscount didn't even know who to vent his anger on.

At this time, His Excellency Viscount Alvin Barbour was already eighty-two years old.

Even if he uses magic to force Lao Ji to fight, he is sure that he will gain nothing in the future.

——The fortunate thing among misfortunes is that at least his young second son did not die.

The year Allen died suddenly, his wife was pregnant. A year later, she gave birth to a baby boy, who later died in childbirth.

Now, Alvin Sr.’s grandson will soon be six years old.

He was born without a father or mother, and his only blood relative was his grandfather, the old Viscount Alvin. Perhaps because of his premature birth, Alvin Sr.’s grandson was also frail and sickly, and was often bedridden.

Fort Ross will almost soon become the real "Fort of the Broken Sword".

"Don Juan?"

The old man repeated the words of the messenger, his voice thick and weak: "What did he come to Fort Ross for...?"

He is a tall and thin elder, with extremely sparse silver-gray hair that is carefully taken care of. On her head was a ring set with tiny gems.

The most eye-catching thing about him is that he is so thin and his eyes are so deep that it seems impossible to see through them. His cloudy eyes were embedded in them, sunken downwards. Like the moon obscured by dark clouds.

Compared with his thin body, this comfortable leather seat looks much larger. He didn't seem to be sitting peacefully on it, but seemed to be leaning on it powerlessly.

Behind Alvin's seat, stood a tall and somewhat sturdy bald man.

He looked to be in his early thirties. There are three bronze rings of different sizes and shapes on the fingers of his right hand, and a heavy bronze necklace hangs around his neck - it is more like a heavy dog ​​leash than a necklace.

Although he looks like a personal bodyguard or an underground boxer. But in fact, he is the steward of the Barber family.

Yes, he is Justin Kerney.

A "cursed hunter".

"I smell something extraordinary, my lord."

Justin Kenney whispered: "There are two of them, both bronze-level. They don't carry powerful spells."

His voice was dull and honest, and he sounded like a very calm and reliable person.

"Oh, it seems our little crow has a helper. It's not easy."

Alvin Barber sneered silently: "Sure enough, he is exactly the same as his father.

"By the way, you - say it again. How many are there and how long will it take for them to enter the city?"

He sat on the seat, tilted his head slightly, hunched his back, stared at the messenger kneeling on the ground, and spoke slowly.

Alvin always lowered his head. Keeping his head raised is a big burden on his cervical spine... His neck has made it impossible for him to lift his head, and his legs and arms are as thin as matchsticks.

And being stared at by this old nobleman who had experienced three generations of monarchs, and even four generations of monarchs soon, the young messenger couldn't help but squinted.

"He - there are twenty-two of them in total, sir. They should be entering the city now..."

The messenger trembled and said.

Just being stared at by Old Alvin made him feel chills running down his spine.

"Then invite them."

"...what?"

"I said, you invite them here to be guests, don't you understand?"

Old Alvin chuckled, and said in a hoarse and calm tone: "By the way, only two people... no, three people are invited. Only the blue-eyed bird is allowed to bring two guards, people It’s up to him to choose, remember?”

"...Yes, sir."

The young messenger hesitated to speak and quickly responded.

Although he is still not very clear about this somewhat vague instruction...for example, what should the remaining people do and when should they enter the venue. But the Messenger knew that now was not the time to ask these questions.

He clearly realized what old Alvin meant to drive people away, so he quickly resigned.

After he left, Old Alvin turned his head slightly and hissed: "Justin."

"Here."

"Go...inform our guest."

Old Alvin said slowly and softly word by word: "Invite him to the dinner and say that we have to talk about cooperation. The time has come for him to express his determination... and give him a big surprise by the way. As a gift."

"I don't recommend this, my lord."

Justin said it bluntly and refused flatly: "Once they start fighting, I may not be able to protect you.

"One of the two extraordinary beings who just entered the city has a very strong smell of curse. It should be the son of the Black Tower. He and Wizard Gerald should have a grudge. And he himself is a transformation system The wizard, let alone you... If a conflict breaks out, the entire Roseburg may be in danger."

"Why do you want to protect me?"

Old Alvin just glanced at him strangely and sneered in a hoarse voice: "I invited them to the banquet, but it doesn't mean that I will definitely attend. Is this their wedding? Do you need me as an elder to come? Address them?"

"You mean..."

"After you notify the guest, take the children with you. We will stay at a winery on the outskirts of the city tonight. Remember to leave guards and servants here. The style of the banquet cannot be low. No matter who dies, it is a good thing. It's best if both lose... Just go and kill them both. If one of them is seriously injured and the other is in good condition, we'll be on the side of the winner for the time being.

"As for Roseburg..."

When the old man said this, there was a hint of disgust in his eyes.

His rough and curved fingers knocked on the armrest twice and whispered coldly:

"——A pile of broken stones, don’t forget it. ~IndoMTL.com~ On the other side, No. 13 Rustywater Street, Gerald Dental Clinic.

The ordinary-looking young man with a gentle smile suddenly raised his head, frowned and sniffed the air, and his expression changed slightly.

But he kept moving, and he quickly pulled out the patient's teeth and threw them into the small box at hand. He took out a small spice packet and stuffed it into the tooth cavity.

"Drink some porridge in these three days and don't eat anything too hot."

He whispered instructions, accepted the money and said goodbye to the guests with a smile.

The young dentist frowned slightly and unconsciously turned the delicate silver ring on the **** of his left hand.

"Old Alvin suddenly became hostile to me and wanted to kill me?"

He murmured: "Strange, why is this?

"Ordinarily I should not have been exposed..."

Gerald thought for a moment, reached out and grabbed the silver hammer on the table, and took out the small box containing the teeth with his other hand.

He took out six **** teeth and pressed them into the side of the hammer one by one.

It's like loading a bullet. Every time a tooth is filled in, a strange "click" sound comes from inside the hammer - it is not a mechanical sound, but rather like the strange sound made when the cervical spine is moved.

Until all six were embedded, he stretched out his hand to hold down the hammer and turned it over.

No problem.

Kill early or kill late...

Gerald murmured, with a gentle smile on his face subconsciously: "It would be good to start tonight.

He pondered for a while and called out softly: "Mr. Bones, block the prophecy for me——"

"—I'm listening."

Without any warning, a deep voice with overlapping echoes sounded in Gerald's ears.

Gerald nodded with satisfaction.