Having something thrown in your face.
Count Stesa has never encountered such a situation in his life.
His family is rich and noble.
They hired the most nurturing teachers to educate their children, but these teachers did not dare to touch the children.
And after childhood, when he was the easiest to educate, he represented the face of the Stesa family.
Who dares to slap such a noble in the face
He has never even seen such an action, because no one dares to get angry with his subordinates in front of the earl.
What if this behavior is considered to be unstable? Does anyone want to gamble with their own future?
So at the moment Stesa was dumped, he was completely Stunned.
But he instinctively knew that this was a method that did not focus on physical harm, but instead focused on attacking dignity and personality.
The first thing he felt was not anger but absurdity.
A person like him should have stayed in a honeypot all his life.
The normal air outside will make them feel bitter.
Fear preceded anger and spread in his heart.
It is normal for people to feel fear when they encounter harm that they have never seen before.
And Stassa has now confirmed one thing at the same time: Lann never left an option for him to live.
Fear is like a huge stone weighing on my heart, and now, the pressure of that stone is getting heavier and heavier.
After confirming that he had no choice, the rock suddenly collapsed.
Stetha’s eyes were originally calm, but his pupils began to wander uncontrollably.
The lips were trembling and bloodless.
The neatly groomed face, beard and hair are becoming disheveled in this continuous tremor.
Lan En watched quietly as the young and powerful nobleman in front of him gradually turned into a timid and panicked joke.
"So you should understand, Lord Earl."
"I have received a good education, which has given me a precious overall perspective. You want to use a lot of The information disturbed my thinking and limited my vision to a mere Temeria. But when I heard this information, I just felt like laughing. "
" Crunch", Lan En. He stood up holding on to the armrests of the chair.
Stetha was startled by the voice and trembled.
Lan En smiled kindly, walked behind the earl, and patted his shoulders gently with the bloody gloves.
Every time he took a photo, this handsome middle-aged man would tremble unconsciously.
"Don't be afraid, sir. I'm not going to kill you now, actually."
Looking down, the necklace around his neck began to tremble slightly, and Lan En's smile became more kind.
"You can leave now."
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The count looked back in surprise, only to see Lan En's smile narrowing into a thin line. sewed eyes.
"Don't be so surprised, Lord Earl. I saw your basement. The children there are well fed and clothed. They should thank you."
When talking about the basement, Lan En His tone was a little strange, but the Count's brain, already gripped by fear, couldn't react.
"I-I can leave, don't you kill me"
Stetha asked stuttering in surprise and astonishment.
In fact, even with an ordinary person's IQ, he should have noticed something was wrong by now.
But facing life and death is what a person fears most.
Escape is a natural reaction when faced with fear. No matter how absurd this route of escape may seem.
Stesa first tentatively stood up from the chair. He moved slowly at first.
But after seeing that Lan En had no intention of stopping, it became much smoother.
He moved towards the door of the study, his steps getting faster and faster.
Looking back, Lan En was still there, holding the back of his chair with both hands, watching him leave with a smile.
The Earl immediately turned his head and continued walking, his face turned gloomy and ferocious with his back to Lan En.
The closer he got to the door, the more the fear in his heart was transformed into anger and violence.
A witcher. A mutant bastard
How dare he step into his manor, step into his study, touch him with those dirty hands and threaten him
He has to wait until he walks out of the door. His own guards will protect him
By then, that bastard will have to die
Not enough for his friends in Auriden and the entire people of Auriden. To change
Let them know the anger of a noble person
With a click, the door opened.
Stetha felt a heat in front of her face.
With a flash of consciousness, he saw that his housekeeper had blocked the door of the study, and in his cupped hands, a bulging fireball was floating.
Behind the butler was a large group of people.
There are soldiers wearing standard armor and holding swords and shields.
A hammer-wielding knight with full plate armor and armed to the teeth.
There were about ten people in total, and everyone’s eyes were concerned and firm.
It’s like he could bleed at any time for his count.
Looking into these eyes, the last bit of fear in Stesa's heart suddenly dissipated.
He remembered that the guards in the basement were on a rotational basis. Even if there is no alarm, judging from the current time, it is still time to change shifts.
So even though the manor was peaceful, his butler still brought a group of people to the study.
After hearing the strange voice in the study, he was even more ready to attack with fireball skills
Stetha smiled.
He felt safe.
He knows very wellHow good his guards are, and he also knows how loyal these people are to him.
Because this is all the power he has accumulated.
As long as you have these powers, let alone just a demon hunter, even a demon hunter
Just when the noble earl showed a pleased and reassuring expression, he was about to get into the crowd. when.
A familiar voice came from behind him.
The voice of the witcher.
"Your Majesty, please squat down."
The smile froze.
I don’t know why, but he did it immediately and instinctively.
The moment he squatted down, he felt something flying rapidly over his head.
The wind pressure caused the hair to stick to the scalp
There was a "bang" sound.
Under the astonished eyes of a group of people, the thing hit the butler standing in the front row.
It is a chair made of solid materials and elegant shape.
If this kind of chair were hit from behind at a high speed, the unarmored spine would probably be broken.
Stetha just breathed a sigh of relief for his timely dodge.
But the next moment, he saw the expanding fireball in the butler's hand.
One of the common sense of magic is that a wizard who interferes with the spell-casting state is a very dangerous thing, both for the wizard and the onlookers.
Under the pained and horrified expression of the butler, he was directly knocked into the crowd of warriors behind him by the chair.
The next moment.
"Boom"
The impact of the chair, the butler's body, and a plate-armored warrior with his back against the butler. After a loud noise, the long-prepared fireball exploded immediately
Blood, sawdust, and broken iron pieces exploded violently with the impact
The fireball exploded in the center of the crowd, encompassing a large group of people within the killing range.
Only Count Stesa curled up and squatted down next to the corner of the door frame, holding his head, to avoid being affected.
Those who were directly burned by the flames, those who were locked in the heated armor and howled, and those whose limbs were cut off by flying debris
The originally quiet and tasteful corridor outside the study, in In an instant, it turned into a noisy and hot hell
Lan stepped on the flames and walked to the corridor.
He pulled out his hunting knife and held down a dazed but uninjured plate armor knight with one hand.
The opponent struggled in confusion, but Lan En just held down his helmet, feeling like he was holding down a chicken and duck waiting to be slaughtered.
"Shh, shh. Be quiet, just be quiet."
Muttering, the hunting knife was inserted into the helmet's viewing slit along the gap in the plate armor.
A spurt of blood rushed half a meter high.
The limbs inside the plate armor trembled like twitching, and then calmed down.
Solution to the only possible problemTo keep the enemy alive, Lan wiped his knife and put it back into its sheath.
He walked to the Earl who was holding his head on the door panel and trembling, and squatted down.
The witcher said with a smile.
"You should cheer up. If you want to survive, Lord Count, you have to escape."
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