Butler Antoine's heart was cold, and what came in at the door was the Little Earl Anthony. The golden hair passed down from generation to generation by the Anthony family highlighted the little Earl's skin color and was particularly pale.
"It's time. The glory of the Anthony family has been lost for too long!" The little Count's voice was cold, just like the heart of Butler Antoine.
Antoine's left hand was pressing the button for escape, but there was no response. Drops of cold sweat appeared on his face. His eyes were beating left and right, from the Shadow Assassin to the Little Earl to the gate, calculating the possible reaction time of his guard: "Colin, what do you mean? Do you want to betray the contract? I have signed an employment agreement with the Shadow Assassin organization! You can't kill me!"
"I don't plan to kill you. I'm a professional person." The Shadow Assassin shook the object in his hand: "But, am I an assassin after all, always interested in some strange things. Yesterday I saw the device on your chair was quite interesting, so I studied it and accidentally added a part when I loaded it back. I'm so sorry, I tried my best."
He threw the parts on the table casually, and the Shadow Assassin bowed like a little earl: "Sir, here is your time. I have done what you ordered before. Those two demon hunters have no chance to stop your career. Everything will go as smoothly as you expect."
"You did a good job, and the Shadow Assassin is indeed well-known. This is the key to the treasure house of the Lord's Mansion. Whatever you take is no more important to me." As he said that, the little Count Anthony pulled out a key from his waist, threw it to the Shadow Assassin Colin, took out a dagger, cut a wound on his arm expressionlessly, and handed it to the Assassin together with a handkerchief stained with blood.
As if it was not his own body that was split, the little Count continued to move forward without looking back: "The door lock of the treasure house needs the blood voluntarily donated by the heir to appear, it is all yours."
The Shadow Assassin's excited voice trembled: "Thank you for your generosity, sir, if you have the opportunity to cooperate in the future, I will give you a huge discount!"
"There won't be that chance! I want to let all this be buried completely in history, and everyone will turn into dry bones in pain!" The little Count waved his arm, and with a brief spell, Antoine found himself imprisoned in a chair, as if there were invisible ropes that tied him up. "Antoine, this table! Everything here is mine! I have been waiting for this day for a long time. If it weren't for dragging the whole city into hell, I would have ruined you a lot!"
"Are you crazy?" Antoine twisted his fat body unwillingly, shouting loudly, trying to make a loud enough sound to attract the attention of others in the castle: "The things in the treasure house are the wealth that your father has accumulated for the rest of his life! You just handed it over to a villain who made a living by fraud and assassination!"
The little lord blew his nose at Antoine's words: "What, do you have to leave them to you? My Uncle Antoine? I hate you, hate every noble and every person in this city! They should have been loyal to my father! My family! It was my father who established this city. If this city is no longer dominated by the Antoine's people, then let it be completely destroyed in the hands of the Antoine's."
Antoine's eyes widened, and he realized that eliminating himself was just the first step for the little lord, and others were helping him. The whole city was his goal: "Little Anthony! You are really crazy! That group of Chaos believers was your secret support behind your back, so that you can successfully avoid the search of the city guards again and again!"
Seeing the young Count's youthful face and expression change at all, Antoine knew that there was no reason to say with a child full of hatred. It was obvious that God could be seen! Antoine felt that he was kind enough and righteous enough. Except for wanting to replace the old Count's title, he did not treat Antoine's family badly at all in other places!
He would not take any money for the Anthony family's wealth. If he successfully obtained the title of Earl and became the lord here just by just being the lord here, he would even let the Anthony family enjoy wealth in this city forever! Just like he treats the little Count now, no matter what the request or how much the amount is, he would sign without changing his face.
Compared to myself, let’s look at the old Count who only knew how to fight on that day, he was simply an orc warlord! Apart from being a military force, what else did he know? It was all his contribution to Anthony Port being able to do today! He recruited refugees, appeased pirates, broadened ports, introduced preferential policies to attract merchants, contacted the supply of goods in the New World, and negotiated with various associations on the Old Road.
Without him, there would be no Anthony Harbor today! Why didn’t a nobleman stand up to speak for him after the death of the old Count? Because they all knew that this city could be without the old Count, but it could not be without him! Without him, half of the trade routes would stagnate! Without him, the orcs outside the city had already begun to siege the city! Without him, the pirates lingering outside the port would sank half of the ships in the sea!
That's why he had the opportunity to become the acting city lord of Anthony Harbor and the opportunity to replace the Anthony family. Even the knights under the old earl whose muscles had grown into their minds received huge compensation and never said a word. He went to other places to be pioneer knights. I am the uncrowned king here!
Antoine, who had hinted in her heart countless times, felt that after obtaining the acquiescence of the church, she felt that she had a clear conscience. Even in front of the little Count, he did not feel any guilt. Although most of these things were to appease the emotions of other nobles, and the appearance of eating was too ugly. After all, they could acquiesce to embezzle rights for the sake of interests, but if they completely cut off the bloodline of the Anthony family, there would probably be members of the council to investigate the reason, which was one of the reasons why he was afraid of the demon hunter.
"Colin!" Antoine's little eyes turned rapidly, trying to save his life as much as possible: "I am your employer. Look, the small friction between us is just a matter of money, believe me! No matter how much wealth there is in the Anthony family's treasure house, I can pay double the price! As long as you rescue me, I will give you the money! I will always rot what happened today! And have you heard that those cultists are going to destroy the entire city! Even the Shadow Assassin will not sit idly!"
Chapter completed!