"Sir?"
Jia Luo saw Many limping out of the forest with a bunch of messy things on his back, so he quickly rushed over.
Many's current appearance surprised the rich people who had already finished their "hunting", but they immediately understood what had happened. The men felt very uncomfortable, while the beautiful wives and daughters looked at Many who were covered in blood with shining eyes.
The blood belonged to the bear. In order to not borrow the space ring to transport these things, many of them inevitably dirtied their bodies. However, this dirty appearance was comparable to the medals on the chests of generals. The different masculinity immediately set off the group of good-for-nothings who only knew how to 'play' with the rabbits, making them seem incomparably weak.
Ignoring the group of flirtatious glances, Many looked a little embarrassed and threw these things to Jia Luo, then immediately sat on the ground.
"Go back."
Many's face was pale.
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After getting on the carriage, Jia Luo, who had a surprised look on his face, suddenly saw that Many's face, which looked like it was about to die, regained its color. His whole body instantly changed from the dispirited and painful look to his usual calm state. However, this huge change only stunned this butler who had seen many strange things for a second, then he immediately returned to normal.
Many stretched out his hand to take off his chest armor. The carriage was very spacious, so he casually took off the leather armor, casually put on a loose robe, sat on the side and let out a sigh of relief.
His chest was slightly sunken. That bear's strength was definitely comparable to the impact of a truck, but Many did not use any strength and used his own body to resist the blow. Naturally, the consequences were self-evident. Even as a rank 9, Many's body strength was far inferior to that of a Grand Knight or a Berserker of the same rank. If it was Gruul, that blow probably wouldn't even be able to sweep off his chest hair, but if it was Many, the result of a head-on blow was that his sternum would be broken.
Nowadays, many people didn't have to worry about the recovery of their wounds. The various powers in their bodies seemed to have a very strong healing effect. When their bones were broken, many people even had difficulty breathing. When they talked to Viscount Jeria, there was always a bloody taste in their mouths. But when they walked out of the forest, these symptoms gradually disappeared. Even the pain was not much. When many people checked themselves with their "inner vision", they found that their bones were almost healed.
He took out a glass of water and rinsed his mouth. He let out a breath and leaned back on the sofa to relax.
"Damn, acting is really tiring."
Jia Luo didn't say anything as he waited for more orders.
"Tomorrow, we'll investigate the function of this thing. Be discreet."
Many stretched out their hands and threw the badge to Jia Luo. Jia Luo caught it and carefully looked at it for a moment before carefully putting it into his pocket. "Yes."
"Go to the auction house and sell all the maids."
These words caused Jia Luo to raise his head and look at him in shock. However, his status made him wise enough not to say anything.
"Oh, it's the kind that can't be sold. You know, it's a cover."
Many sighed. "Being a politician?
Sometimes I'm still too soft-hearted. "
These words made Jia Luo feel relieved. Otherwise, he would really think that the person in front of him was a fake.
The carriage drove quietly on the mainland, turned into a small road, and disappeared into the night.
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"An opportunist."
An old man who looked like a butler bowed and said to Viscount Jeria in front of him. The information in his hand was all the information collected about "Prometheus".
"According to inference, he should have robbed a group of slave traders on the road, or he did it himself. The records of the auction house can't be wrong."
The old butler tried to infer many identities, but he only said the most easily deduced ones. He consciously left the rest for the viscount to figure out.
Lowly one, oh lowly one.
Viscount Jeria couldn't help but think of that interesting guy. He reached out to take the note and looked at it. "One immunity is enough. How can it be so easy to get into the nobility?"
The old butler bowed his head and said nothing.
"Go and ask them to bring the newly ordered gown. I don't want to overshadow the glory of those noble boys at Molodan's banquet."
Jeria smiled and ordered the butler to bring the black gown that looked very restrained. He said softly, "Gable is hidden in the dark. Without sunlight, no one can see him."
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The viscount's schedule was very full. As the number one figure in Mount Dick, his departure often meant changes in prices and official positions in many areas. Of course, some of his wives would also change.
Attending a banquet. The seemingly ordinary four words often meant that a few good or young women were either unknowingly or reluctantly pushed into the viscount's bed. Then, these women's fathers, masters, and even husbands would get some changes in positions.
The carriage was not as exaggerated and luxurious as the one in Sauron City, but the emblem was enough to make passers-by flinch. Viscount Jeria's steps were steady and powerful. He didn't look like a noble who could resist ten women at night. To be able to get to where he was today, the viscount naturally had different skills. His skills in bed were naturally one of them. If it wasn't for the succubus who helped him get promoted, Jeria would probably still be a poor noble who was jumping around in his own fief.
The old butler followed behind him, his steps as precise as a pendulum. Four guards were around him as a courtesy. There was no need to make too much of a scene. It was enough to reveal their identities in Mount Dick.
Baron Morodan's banquet was about to begin, or rather, it would begin as soon as Viscount Jeria arrived. However, when the viscount was less than a few hundred steps away from the banquet hall, something seemed to make the old butler pause for a moment.
Viscount Jeria's expression did not change, but he placed his hands slightly behind his back. He seemed to be interested in the scenery around him.
"Whoosh!"
A dark arrow shot out from a dark corner on the side. In a flash, this extremely fast arrow was swung to the ground by the old butler who had been silent all this while!
The long arrow was made entirely of metal. But as the old butler swung his hand, the arrow was bent into a "U" shape like a bent iron wire. It fell to the ground and rolled twice before stopping at Jeria's feet.
The four guards were all abyssal demons. Two of them instantly disappeared on the spot. Sounds of fighting immediately came from afar, and at this moment, almost ten dark arrows were shot from all directions!
A faint layer of light appeared on the old butler's body. He suddenly struck his palm in the air, and most of the arrows were blown away. The remaining two guards blocked the rest of the arrows, and the viscount was safe and sound.
Assassination?
Viscount Jeria raised his eyebrows slightly. Which noble did not have their hands stained with blood and filth after becoming a high ranking noble?
If he were to count his political enemies or enemies, he would probably need a long time to come up with a list.
There were more than a few guards and the old butler beside the viscount. The unique sound of teleportation came from afar. After a few muffled noises and shouts, everything returned to silence.
"Cancel."
Jeria waved his hand, turned around, and walked towards his carriage. The old butler followed beside him, and the soldiers quickly passed down the order. In the distant venue, no one even knew what had just happened.
The soldiers came from all directions. There were not many soldiers on the street just now, but now, they neatly split into three human walls to protect the viscount. All the soldiers were holding sturdy tower shields, and there were even two mages among them.
Stepping into the carriage, the viscount did not turn his head from the beginning to the end.
As a noble, this was not a way to show his courage. As a politician?
Living longer was the greatest success.
No one knew whether the wine in front of them was poison or not. It was definitely not a coincidence that Viscount Jeria was able to live until today.
Although there was an element of fear of death, there was nothing dishonorable about it. Viscount Jeria had many trump cards in his hands, but there were many nobles who died before they could use their trump cards. Mature nobles would not gamble on things with probability. They only believed in themselves.
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It was a simple assassination, but not only did Baron Morodan receive a strict investigation and the destruction of his political future, there was no evidence to find out who was behind the assassination. All the captured assassins were tortured to the point where they were no longer recognizable as human beings, and they only provided a very useless piece of evidence...
Bounty on the black market.
This kind of thing could not be found at all. The black market was something underground, the only gray area that the great nobles could not reach out to. There was only one word that mattered there.
Money.
Although Viscount Jeria was a great noble and his fief had a sky-high tax every year, the price of his head on the black market still made him speechless for a long time.
300,000 gebes.
His Majesty Sakamento would probably slam the table and curse if he knew.
There was a record of a bounty on the black market in history, and that was for the head of an abyss demon who was still a prince at that time.
The original record was 170,000 gebs.
Viscount Jeria did not know whether to laugh or cry at this result. Who had such a big grudge?
Of course, more importantly, who had such a big financial power?
There were too many things involved. Jeria did not even bother to draw the sequence of events step by step. Morodan was just a scapegoat, but he would not be excluded as a suspect. In a game of politics, nothing was impossible.
Viscount Jeria looked at the parchment in his hand gloomily. He sighed and lit it on a candle. He looked at the dark sky outside the window.
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