Chapter 130 Entering the Night

"Master... Lord Chris has found it."

"Oh? He hasn't started yet?"

"Master...he..."

"What's wrong with him? He regrets it? That's impossible!"

"The people from the city defense team gave me news that... he died in the hotel in Queltos..."

After hearing this, Begins was stunned for a moment. His mouth was bigger than a toad, but his forehead couldn't help but sweat, and his face was covered with sweat.

After wiping his face hard, Begins sat down on the huge armchair with a depressed butt, untied his collar with his hands, reached out to take the towel handed over by his servant, wiped the sweat from his neck clean, then leaned on the back of the chair and said weakly: "Immediately ask someone to pack up. Be sure to leave Westborough before tonight. If you don't bring anything, don't disturb others."

"Where are you going, Master?"

"Klimt, go to Klimt!"

Burkins replied with a trembling voice.

Daogen took out a clean rag and wiped the sneaker sword hard. Unexpectedly, the rain was getting heavier and he had to take the sneaker sword back and carefully put it in his arms, as if there was a treasure hiding.

Many looked back at Noda at the end of the team, who was wearing a valuable cloak among the clothes given by Mrs. Vasaqi before leaving. She was walking without fear of the rain. Her eyes swept sharply around and noticed many gazes. Noda turned her head and nodded at Noda, indicating that everything was safe.

After Mrs. Vasaqi helped him treat him, Noda vaguely felt that he was about to break through the sixth level, which made him extremely excited and full of energy to do things.

Because the little girl Salia was a magician, she was invited to a carriage by Victoria. In fact, many people in the group received such invitations, but everyone, including Sirna, refused. Salia was a mage and had a poor physical condition, and after many persuasion, she still sat in the carriage.

Silna changed into warmer leather armor, no longer exposing her skin to the cold air, and held the longbow lightly in her hand, but she put a grease cloth on the joint of the bowstring that could remove rain at any time to prevent the rain from eroding the bow.

She walked in front of the team, responsible for observation and alertness.

In fact, the servants of the Earl Victoria were competent for these tasks, but the principle of using money to do business was extremely important in the eyes of many these mercenaries, and the Countess couldn't help but appreciate the many persistences in his heart.

Many people walked quietly, but were thinking about the fat man who had not yet been dealt with - although he had left Sibor and he had no chance to pose any threat to him, he always felt that it seemed inappropriate to just leave like this.

However, many people have always been good at weighing the pros and cons. Killing Birkins cannot bring any benefits. Leaving Sibor at this time can directly ignore the threat of Birkins - and earn a considerable commission, which is very easy for many to make a choice.

Sitting in the warm and comfortable carriage, Victoria's plump figure was trembling from time to time by the bumpy carriage, but she also endured this monotonous journey helplessly.

When was the last time I traveled?

Victoria thought about it for a long time and seemed to have forgotten the reason for her last time she left St. Rest. Then she tightened the soft blanket that was covering her body, thinking about the reason why the old emperor summoned her.

night.

Klim Forest.

This is the edge of the Sibor territory, and the plain landscape gradually enters a forest with tall trees. However, the road traffic in St. Reims is really well repaired, and there are still relatively spacious flat avenues in this dense forest.

Victoria's team was stationed in an open space to rest, and three teams of soldiers were patrolling, firmly protecting the large tent of Count Victoria in the center of the station.

This is a large tent dedicated to the military of St. Reims, and can only be used for titles such as Lieutenant General and Viscount or above. In St. Reims, this tent means that people with high positions and power should not be approached.

In the tent, Victoria sat on the side of the mahogany dining table wearing a very fitted robe, smiling and chatting with Salia opposite her. Because of the little girl's identity as a magician, she was naturally regarded as a guest of honor - and many encouraged the little girl to learn to face these things alone, so the little girl accepted the invitation of the Count to have dinner together.

The dining table was filled with fragrant food. The little girl actually wanted to rush up and have a feast as soon as she entered the door. However, thinking about the many etiquettes and basic politeness that girls should abide by these days, she still resisted the constant flow of saliva, and tried hard to make a serious expression on her tender face, showing her respect for the count.

Victoria felt that the little girl in front of her was so cute that she didn't even want to sit opposite her and sat next to her and chatted with the little girl.

However, Salia seemed reluctant to speak. She was only willing to answer the questions raised by the count with "yes" and "no", which made the count think she was a very introverted child. However, when she politely gave the little girl a cup of aged wine, the little girl immediately became like a different person and started to talk more.

"So many of your brothers are amazing?"

Victoria cut off a piece of roasted steak with a knife and fork, took a light bite, and asked at the stern little girl opposite her.

"Yeah! Brother is the second most powerful person in my mind!"

Salya was eating the steak in awkward position and replied without thinking.

"Oh? What about the most powerful person? Will there be someone better than him?"

Victoria suddenly became curious - when many understatements resolved Martin's attack, she realized that the hidden mercenary might have exceeded her understanding, because the most powerful private guard beside her had reached the sixth level, and that guard definitely did not have many such thunderous and powerful strength.

It is very rare for advanced professions to be everywhere.

"First place? Of course it's Mrs. Vasaqi!"

As soon as Saliya finished answering, she accidentally burned her mouth while drinking the soup, stretched out her tongue and blew it, which made Victoria laugh.

"Oh? That tailor who came to St. Lance to do business? How great is she?"

The Count handled political affairs every day and knew every move in Siborburg. The tailor shop opened by Mrs. Vasaqi is famous for her portrait of Medusa, which impressed Victoria, so she remembered this "tailor".

"Madam is the top of the ninth level, and she is very powerful!" The little girl picked up a piece of bread and ate it.

"Clang!"

Victoria's fork fell to the ground.

Pretending to be calm, he picked up the silver fork. The count waved his hand and asked the servant a new one, then asked with a trembling trembling question: "So... how powerful are many of your brothers?"

"My brother and I can draw during training, but now I know that my brother has always given way to me... He is much better than me!"

"Salia, you haven't mentioned your level yet. You are so young, you really have a bright future!"

"Sister Earl... No, don't praise me like that if you are Earl! I am an eighth-level magician, and I'm still far from the ninth level!"

"Clang!"

The spoon that the count was sending soup into his mouth fell to the ground.

"So...whether your sister with arrows and that elf brother?"

Victoria seemed to be crying and her voice was a little out of tune.

"Sister Nana is already level seven! Brother Noda seems to be about to reach level seven, but Brother Noda is also very powerful, and he is also the master of many brothers!"

Of course, the so-called "master" was bragging when Noda was chatting with the little girl when he was fine. Noda could be regarded as a leader on the "scout" road, but he was definitely not a master.

When Victoria heard this, she could hardly bear it. She only used 1,500 gold coins and hired a mercenary team with an eighth-level magician, an eighth-level scout, a seventh-level ranger and a sixth-level assassin?

Multiplying this price by ten, Victoria can't be sure whether she can hire a team of the same level in another place!

Many of them themselves did not notice how terrifying their strength was. In objective terms, they still had some inertial thinking - many of them were not clear about their strength increase, and Salia had almost never fought after advancement, and Salia was even more confused. The only guy who could understand was a stingy man. Many of them knew that the 1,500 gold coins that they had earned had become the concept of "super value discount" in Victoria's eyes, and they would probably go crazy.

At this moment, many were staying in another tent, watching the dwarf Daogen searching for tools in his daunting package, and then skillfully and cautiously dismantle the sword and carefully observe its structure through the candlelight.

Many looked at the small objects in the space ring boredly - from the military spear he carried when he came to this continent to the Guardian medal awarded by the elves, opened their mouths and yawned, and many took out a piece of cloth to gently wipe the strange leaf-shaped medal - although there was no gray on it, many were still doing things habitually. Daogen raised his eyes and noticed the extraordinary medal. He was about to ask, but suddenly heard the guards outside suddenly shouting!

Before Daogen put down the sneak sword in his hand, many figures had disappeared.
Chapter completed!