Count Pringlefstesa, it was not until his handsome face was pressed on the table that he felt the strong smell of blood coming from the back of his study.
The big hand pressing on the face was terrifyingly strong.
Count Stesa even felt that his facial bones would be crushed in front of this palm
The owner of the palm did not do this. On the contrary, he easily withdrew his strength.
Count Stesa's squeezed facial features returned to normal, leaving only a large and ferocious bloody handprint on the side of his face.
And the big hand with the bloody handprint took the information away from him lightly.
The person behind the chair was walking at a leisurely pace, circling the desk in a semi-circle and heading towards the guest seat at the desk.
Count Stesa already knew who the person was 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 Faction Demon Hunter.
When I checked the information just now, the above briefly introduced the situation of the demon hunter group.
Judging from Count Stesa's method of maintaining interest groups, we know that he is not a nobleman who has prospered in Temeria just by virtue of his noble bloodline.
In fact, after briefly reading the entire book of information just now, he had already extracted 70% to 80% of the main information.
So, the moment he saw the necklace, Count Stesa knew that the owner of the information had arrived.
Stetha also probably knew how he appeared in his study.
Secret passage, there is a secret passage behind the study that leads directly to the basement.
For a nobleman who has grown up to his level and has become a kind of benchmark, it would be strange if there is no secret passage in the family.
The reason he established this after he was in the study room was because he would go there from time to time to have some fun with his friends from the Sun Cult.
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 killed.
He behaved just like in the data, his skills and growth rate were not normal at all
Cold sweat began to overflow from the pores on his back, and the hair from the back of his neck to the top of his head was covered with cold sweat. Tight and erect.
Stacea wanted to say something, but his mouth seemed to be pinched and he couldn't open it.
In the past, a slight cough could silence the receptions of dignitaries, the self-confident and elegant temperament, the majesty created by power and money, all seemed to have disappeared in this scene.
Why this person was able to enter the manor silently, why he found the entrance to the secret passage, why there was no alarm after killing thirty guards on duty in the basement, these are no longer important.
Stesar is a very pragmatic person.
Lan En has walked to his study room and stayed with himroom, then everything before is no longer important.
What matters now is how to protect yourself.
The noble Earl carefully raised his head from the table, and happened 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.
Count Stesa pursed his lips, and beneath his calm expression was a storm of thoughts that was rapidly turning like lightning.
He forced himself to calm down and thought of a way to protect himself. In his life journey to become the top noble he is today, he encountered countless dangers.
Road bandits on the road, blood relatives and friends who want to divide his family property, officials who stretch their claws on his assets, and even censorship from King Foltest
He got through it all
This time it will definitely be the same
"Tell me. Why are you collecting information on these people?"
"Ori The actual owner of the house is you. Old Allen, Bernie, White, Mrs. Downer, the child you almost stuffed into the basement, and the child's mother actually call you "my lord" when they see you. "
Before Stesa could clear up her thoughts, Lan En smiled and spoke.
He was sitting in the guest seat at the desk, but he was very relaxed with his legs crossed, his body tilted to one side, and his elbows resting on the armrests of the chair.
The smiling expression and tone revealed a high degree of teasing and disdain, like a sheriff questioning a low-life pickpocket.
You are an ant that I can crush to death at any time. I am just asking you questions now because I want to have fun.
This is probably the expression.
Stetha took a deep breath secretly without any expression.
“We can talk, Lan En.”
“Let’s talk.” Lan En was smiling, but Stesa, who had a wide acquaintance, could be sure that there was something in those eyes. It's frighteningly cold.
"Working with a slave trader and traitor to use children as bed slaves to seduce foreigners"
"You know, dear Mr. Earl. The witcher does not have any sense of nationality. , but what do you say to a person like you?"
Lan En shook off a pile of information in his hand.
"When we cut you, there will be no fluctuation in my heart."
When he shook his hand, Lan En's gloves were covered with sticky blood and minced meat. It splashed into the earl's face again.
But the count himself showed no signs of movement. He just took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his face.
"Are you really sure, Lan En?"
His tone was slow and his eyes looked directly into those cat eyes.
Before Lan En could respond, he spouted a long paragraph, showing his 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 thosechild. But if you kill me, what will happen to you and those children?"
"You will all die. Soon after my death you will follow. ”
“You are very powerful, you can kill thirty masters silently, but three hundred or three thousand”
“Of course, of course you It can be doubted whether my subordinates will still be so loyal after my death, and whether they will still pursue revenge and kill me. But this kind of thing is not about loyalty, Lan En, we are about interests. "
Stetha's tone was calm and determined.
"It's not that I'm arrogant, my power has already exceeded the scope of a normal earl. It cannot even be simply called a force, but should be called a force group. This title not only represents the power of the power I control, but also shows the complexity of this power. "
"Below me, among the groups attached to me, there are also leaders."
"Once I die of murder, guess what, these people want to prove If they have the ability to continue to maintain the existence of the power group, prove their chivalry, and become the new leader, what will they do?"
Before Lan En could answer, the earl said decisively.
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"They will hunt down the murderer Lan En. The moment you kill me, your head and those children will become the best credentials for these people to rise to power. How crazy do you think they can go to compete for the inheritance rights of everything I have now?"
"Even Foltest, do you think he would thank you and fight with dozens of others for you? Worthless, children of the poor, just going tit-for-tat with my subordinates"
"If you kill me here, you will eventually die too, die with me. "
"But if you change your mind, Lan En, do you really have the heart to waste the power you have?"
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He looked at Lan En's cat eyes as if he were looking at a student who had devoted all his efforts.
But the table was sincere. The demon hunter on the other side just listened quietly.
"Ha. "
A chuckle.
Stacea's face suddenly froze.
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