"I'm wrong! Sorry! Please let me go! I really know I'm wrong!"

The man was under the eaves and had to bow his head. At this moment, Osto finally understood this truth, so in order to survive, he decided to imitate a slave who had died tragically at his hands.

However, perhaps because of his inadequate attitude, the demon's slap once again favored his cheek.

"Your goal of begging for mercy is wrong!"

At this moment, Cramont's words were like a demon's whisper in Osto's ears, but at the same time it also awakened him.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please let me go! Your family is in the hotel next door. I didn't hurt them. Please let me go!"

After glanced at Osto, who was kneeling in front of him, like a stray dog, Nateya's eyes turned to Claymont with a calm expression, with a complicated expression.

She didn't know what to do at this moment, because Claymont had completely offended the son of the marquis, and there was no chance of a peaceful conversation between them.

Besides, Claymont did these things for her, and she didn't want to tear down his desk here.

Seeing that Nitya shook her head and said nothing, Claymont ordered Dylan: "Dylan, go and have a look next door!"

Then he changed his previous image of the demon, smiled all over his face, and enthusiastically helped Osto up who was kneeling on the ground.

"Oh, don't you have to suffer if you've been like this? I'm not a human being. We'll just treat the past as it has passed. What do you think?"

Looking at the demon's sudden change of expression, Osto couldn't help but chill, and then he pointed it like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Haha, I did not read the wrong person. It is only appropriate for the noble to be able to take it and put it down! Let's go and have a drink!"

Claymont pulled Osto down the stairs with a bruised nose, and Osto was pulled and dared not have any resistance.

Now he only regrets that he did not listen to his father's words. If he had listened to his father's words, he would not have fallen to such a level now.

But strangely, he could not have any malice to the demon in front of him who had given him great harm, but instead felt a hint of admiration in his heart.

If Claymont could hear Osto's thoughts at this moment, he would definitely think of a rare disease in his previous life.

This condition is called Stockholm syndrome.

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"Brother, I, Osto Cecil, have a toast to you. This time I am a little brother. If you are still not satisfied, then I will teach me a lesson. I will definitely suffer!"

After saying that, Osto, who had a flushed face, drank the wine in his glass in one go.

Claymont, who was standing beside him, was already shocked by Osto's strange behavior and could not speak.

Could this child be fooled by himself? Why did he talk nonsense before drinking a few glasses of this dead head wine?

That's right, Claymont was not so kind to invite the enemy to drink. On the one hand, this wine was to create an illusion, and on the other hand, it was Osto's dead-headed wine. Since he had provoked him, there was no need for the enemy to be ruthless.

However, the current situation was a little difficult for him to judge, so he decided to test it.

"Ostow, since you call me elder brother, is that elder brother's business yours?"

Hearing Claymont say this, Osto, who had just poured himself full of wine, slammed the table and stood up, and then said with a serious look on his face: "Brother, what are you talking about? Your business is naturally mine!"

After saying righteously, Osto leaned into Claymont's ear and asked in a low voice: "Brother, is someone bullying you here? Tell me, as long as it is not that viscount, I will definitely find a way to vent my anger for you!"

"Uh, no, it's just your servant..."

However, before Cramont finished speaking, Osto slapped his forehead and straightened up with annoyance.

"Brother, I understand. It must be that dog that hurt you. I'll kill him now!" Before Claymont could react, Osto snatched the long sword in Dylan's hand and ran upstairs.

Claymont envoy glanced and Dylan followed closely behind.

After a while, Osto, covered in blood, walked back in a hurry.

"Brother, I killed that dog thing!"

Dylan behind him nodded. In the eyes of the nobles, the life of the servants and servants is not worth mentioning.

"hehe!"

Looking at Osto's eyes as if he was seeking credit at this moment, Cramont's mind was a little too short.

Is this man sick? He has treated him like this. Not only does he have no hatred at all, he killed his servant. What a brain circuit!

The masochist is not that crazy! Wait... the masochist... the masochist... the masochist, I damn, Stockholm syndrome?

Claymont felt his throat dry at this moment, and his eyes looked at Osto a little unnatural. Nateya, who noticed all this, poured him a glass of wine at the right time.

"Ahem, that Osto, don't you really hate me?" After drinking the wine in the glass, Claymont asked tentatively with his eyebrows raised.

"Brother, what are you saying? It is precisely because of your teaching that I can wake up. In the past, I was ignorant and indulged in pleasure. All my great time was wasted. So from today on, I will change my mind and become a new person!"

"Ahem, come on!"

After encouraging, Claymont lowered his head awkwardly.

This is so bloody, he can encounter such patients.

Logically speaking, Osto, who was humiliated by himself, should try every means to kill him, but when he looked at his eyes, he didn't think what he said just now was fake. What should I do now? Should I kill him or keep him?

Claymont is in a dilemma, kill him! Although it can avoid temporary troubles, the troubles that should be there can never be avoided.

But don't kill him. If this guy pretends and comes back to find him, he doesn't have much time to play with him now.

"Dylan, Osto is drunk, you can send him to the hotel for a rest! You can accompany him tonight!"

After thinking for a long time, Claymont finally decided not to kill him!

But not killing him does not mean he will let him go easily. However, there are many people here, and some things are not suitable for doing here!

After the two left, Claymont put the wine money on the table and walked out of the tavern with Natea.

Just as Claymont's back disappeared at the door, a sigh and awe sounded in the tavern.

"Baron Claymont is so strong! The fighting spirit is actually a thunder attribute, but why hasn't anyone ever spread this matter?" a middle-aged man with a businessman looked like a frown and said.

"Cecil, I seem to have heard of this surname somewhere, and where have I heard of it?" Another businessman fell into deep thought.

"The slave just now was definitely a strong man in the Great Knight level, but he only took one move in the hands of the Baron Claymont, but Baron Claymont's rank seemed to be an intermediate knight. So how did he do it?" A young man dressed in a mercenary murmured in a low voice.

"Brother Sville, should we join Baron Claymont? I heard that his territory is short of people. With the strength of our mercenary squad, we will definitely be appreciated by the Baron. It is said that his territory is close to the border of the empire, and those who hide there will definitely not be any idea." Another person from the mercenary squad asked in a low voice.

Previously, the five of their team had been drinking in the private room upstairs, but after the conflict, they naturally came to the hall and witnessed the whole process with their own eyes.

Judging from the force and mind shown by Baron Claymont, his future must be extremely vast.

"Well, let's go tonight! Otherwise, after the news here will be revealed, we will not be the first to defect to him!"

The young man who had been whispering before suddenly stood up and then strode out of the tavern.

The discussion in the tavern continued, but Claymont couldn't hear all this.

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Chapter completed!