The moonlight illuminated the small courtyard in the villa, and several guards were on duty.
Cowboy Garcia is patrolling with a Force firearm. This job is not only boring, but strictly speaking, it is useless.
He knew that if someone really came to assassinate Renn, it would be a truly strong person, and they might not be able to detect it.
Moreover, even if you find out, it may not be a good thing, and you may be dead.
If the other party dares to kill Renn, a youth temple, he must have two brushes. It is not easy to crush him and a few guards who are only at the first level of strength.
Working as a janitor for the boss, a job that is usually easy to curry favor with the boss and is quite leisurely, has recently become very dangerous.
Even though Merova City is a big city and a bustling villa area, which is not suitable for demons and assassins from underground organizations, the enemy may not always stand still.
'It feels like my head is going to move at any moment!'
Although he felt a little panicked, Garcia still carried out his patrol duties meticulously.
This is not a question of whether patrols are useful or not, but a question of attitude.
Regardless of whether it is of any use, your efforts must be seen by the leader!
‘Wealth can be found in danger, wealth and honor can be found in danger…’
Cowboy Garcia kept thinking silently in his heart.
He knows that in order to gain the respect and trust of his boss, the most important thing is loyalty! The second most important thing is strength.
Garcia is quite satisfied with his current life and career.
Because this is very promising--in this world, it is very difficult for ordinary people to overcome the constraints of class.
Many grassroots extraordinary people with some strength and ability can only become adventurers and servers for the rest of their lives... They may gain fame and wealth, and their lives will be relatively smooth.
However, this cannot elevate the class of him and his descendants.
Therefore, in the next generation, their descendants have to repeat the struggle from the beginning, or they are buried.
The only chance to become a noble is through large-scale war.
Especially the war with the demon descendants will always eliminate many old nobles and free up excess land.
There is also the rise of new aristocratic families, and his boss Ren is a newly rising aristocratic force!
Just because of the new rise, there are empty knights and knights waiting to be filled--this is what Garcia is really pursuing!
A 20-year-old young man with extraordinary talent and a bright future.
As long as Ren becomes a saint, even if the Ackerman family has no foundation before, it will not be difficult for a saint to build a prosperous Earl family from scratch.
Under normal circumstances, a local earl may confer hundreds of knights and more than a dozen knights in the territory.
Cowboy Garcia's ambitions are not big. Obtaining a hereditary knight's estate of several hundred acres of land is his life-long goal!
Seize the chestnuts from the fire in the war, or follow the rise of the new rich.
As far as he knew, these were two ways to make a fortune.
What makes Garcia feel very coincidental is that the 500-acre estate that his boss Renn is about to acquire from the Farrowland royal family is in the Wilton area!
To the south of Wilton is the city of Durham, which is on the edge of the Pugney Plain.
The plain is the first turbulent battlefield between humans and demons in the Sixth Age. It is burning with blood and fire, full of death and opportunities... It is the most suitable place for upstarts and grassroots to make achievements.
So the opportunity is right in front of you!
"The horn to welcome the king's return has not sounded, the fluttering flag has not been planted in the ancient blue brick city, the withered rose has not yet bloomed, and the red dragon's horn has been cut in half...
However, I am willing to follow you, my brother, my leader, my king..."
Walking in the night, Cowboy Garcia softly recited passages from the famous Farrowland epic - "Song of the Conqueror".
He even had the feeling that the gears of fate were turning.
Thousands of years ago, the founding emperor of Falorland, the "Conqueror" William Henry Clement, rose up in the area of today's Wilton.
He defeated the demon army in the Fifth Age and established Faloran, and most of the people who followed him have now become nobles.
And Garcia believes he is also following a legend.
He struggled for 11 years, went through ups and downs, and finally saw the dawn of becoming a noble. He also saw that the epic and tragic song about heroes, races, wars, betrayals... beauty was about to be staged in that ancient wasteland.
The strong are not allowed to be provoked, and the king is not allowed to retreat!
Cowboy Garcia knows that this is a critical moment.
Renne is about to meet his first hurdle in becoming a landed aristocrat.
The cowboy believed in his own vision, believed that the boss would definitely win, and initially established the majesty of the strong.
………
A ray of bright moonlight fell from the window sill, the curtains fluttered, and a cool breeze flowed into the living room.
The lights were bright, and a glass chandelier swayed in the wind.
After taking out the artistic photo from the box, Renn did not act immediately, but fell asleep in the bedroom.
An afternoon was wasted like this.
After eating the dinner prepared by the maid, he practiced in the secret room for a while.
Since he had to contact someone at a fixed time, he rarely went to see Kesha for a tryst, and did not return to the living room until the early morning.
The maid, cook, and gardener at home have gone to sleep, and there is no one in the living room.
Ren held the artistic photo of a certain widow, turned it to the back, faced the number written on it, and turned the dial.
The call was quickly connected.
But no one on the other side said a word, and Ren was not surprised. He said the secret code in a deep voice: "A bitch is ruthless, and an actor is ruthless. I'm here tonight to reveal your true face."
"Huh, you bastard! What's the matter?"
After a few seconds of silence, a woman's melodious voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
Even when he is cursing, he gives people a soft and enchanting feeling.
"Madam, what you said seems very out of touch. I still hope that you can be honest with me like that time."
While holding the microphone and admiring the naked artistic photo of Mrs. Ellie in his hand, Master Lane revealed a playful and evil smile.
Lady Ellie, the second wife of Baron Carmel.
She was originally the daughter of a blacksmith in Orange Town on the Pugny Plain, and she and cowgirl Susanna were once best friends.
After the death of the Baron's husband, since the only direct heir to Baron Carmel's family was still young, Lady Ally, the widow, was temporarily the actual controller of the family.
"Ren, you devil, you scumbag...the Arrancar plan has not progressed yet, what do you want me to do?!"
Hearing the words "Be frank", Mrs. Ellie's voice became a little angry.
Even on the other end of the phone, Ren could imagine her gnashing her teeth. He curled his lips and said:
"Madam, who of us is with whom? We have a revolutionary friendship that we fought together... Don't be angry, this has nothing to do with the 'Arrancar Plan', it's just a small matter asking for your help."
"What's up?"
On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Ally suppressed her anger a little.
"On the edge of the plain, a group of well-fed nobles have formed an interest alliance. Recently, they have begun to bite me crazily and attack my Thorny Security Company.
Madam, don't tell me you don't know about this." Ren said calmly.
Baron Carmel's family is the hereditary noble family in the city of Duramo.
"So what if you know?" Mrs. Ellie snorted coldly, "The trouble you caused has nothing to do with me!"
"Madam, do you need me to remind you how great your figure is and how white and tender your skin is?
Tsk tsk, look at these breasts, these beautiful legs... I couldn't hold myself back while admiring your photos in the middle of the night."
Ren rubbed the artistic photo with his fingers, his voice was very evil.
"You scumbag, scoundrel... do you like bullying us orphans and widowed mothers so much?" Mrs. Ally's voice on the other end of the phone was a little choked, like the pitiful tone of voice when she was holding back tears.
‘You are such a great actor, even the Oscar-winning actress didn’t even show off like you.’
Renn cursed in his heart and remained unmoved at all.
Why did Baron Carmel divorce his first wife and marry his mistress, Lady Ellie?
Why did the baron in his prime "die young"? Why did the children of the baron's first wife "die" of illness?
Why is it that in such a large baronial family with lush branches and leaves, only Lady Ally's young son is the only direct heir?
Ren knew that anyone who had been used by this woman or became an obstacle to her would already be smiling.
Even her husband is no exception!
What a cruel woman. He really admired Baron Carmel, who was now completely cold. He dared to marry such a woman and it was too long to live.
"Madam, I won't say any more nonsense. I heard that the noble alliance is recruiting people to deal with me. Don't you hate me?
That's right, you will represent the Baron Carmel family, join the noble alliance, and come together to fuck me... Do you understand?"
Ren was too lazy to make excuses with her and said with a smile on his face.
"You want me to...take it as..."
Mrs. Ellie reacted immediately and was a little surprised.
"Madam, you are so smart, don't you need me to explain more? Baron Carmel's family is also an old noble in that area, I believe they will welcome you to join."
"Ren, you are so insidious." Mrs. Ally accused faintly.
Haha, what kind of virgin is this bitch pretending to be... Renn cursed in his heart and said with a smile:
"Madam, you have to get involved and use your intelligence to help them make suggestions.
Let's all have fun together to deal with the warmongers, careerists, and evil scumbag Sir Ackerman!
Also, remember to report to me regularly how you plan to kill me.
For example, what methods have been used, who have been mobilized, and what plans are being implemented... Do you understand?"
In the living room, the lights flickered, and Master Ren, holding a microphone and crossing his legs, smiled softly.
The laughter is a bit weird, just like an old man's laughter.
"I see."
Mrs. Ally on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then agreed, but a woman like her was equally ambitious:
"What can I get from helping you?"
"If you can get my protection, I will protect you orphans and widowed mothers from now on, so that others will not bully you." Ren leaned back on the sofa and said lazily.
"That's it?"
Mrs. Ellie's voice is a little weird. Do you want to dismiss her with just empty words? What a beautiful idea!
After yawning, Ren said without blushing and without a beating heart:
"Madam, how about I give you another 10 gold coins, and use them as some milk powder money for your child? You're welcome."
"You... damn it, I won't help you, find someone else!" Mrs. Ellie said angrily, feeling that she had been fooled.
"Madam, I advise you to think about it again."
Ren rubbed the beauty's naked photo in his hand and spoke in a very evil tone:
"Don't forget, I once took your beautiful artistic photos, and now I'm the only one who appreciates them. But if I send them to some newspapers... Haha, madam, if you don't want to become famous in Farrowland, you'd better press me
Do what you asked for!”
"You devil! A gangster! A scumbag! Why don't you go to hell!"
Mrs. Ellie's voice trembled with anger and she cursed wildly.
Ren was unmoved. She had deliberately instigated him to kill the drug lord Matt in the first place.
Although she gained a lot from that battle, she was also used as a thug.
After realizing that he couldn't outwit this vicious black widow, he did the most shameless thing in his life - he raided the widow's house at night and bullied the orphans and widows.
Ren transformed into a flower picker and climbed over the wall into Baron Carmel's house in the middle of the night.
He used Mrs. Ally's young son as a threat and took artistic photos of her.
"You bastard! A gangster! What a bullshit kingdom's young talent, you are just a scumbag who only bullies orphans and widowed mothers!"
Over there, Mrs. Ellie's fatal weakness was pinched, and she cursed angrily.
One mistake turned into eternal hatred. She really didn't expect that Ren would be so unscrupulous, without any arrogance or bottom line as a genius.
"Haha, ma'am, to be honest, I have more integrity than you. Unlike you, I will turn my back on anyone when I lift my skirt..."
You should know that I have become a Saint, and you are lucky to be able to follow me. If you don’t help, I won’t have time to fly with you next time!”
What Ren said was very rude.
His current reputation in the Faroran Kingdom is on par with Sophie the "Black Rose", Michelle the "White Sword" and others, so he is qualified to say so.
"Okay." After a moment of silence, Mrs. Ellie agreed.
She is a smart woman and understands Wren's potential.
Moreover, she has been forced by him to carry out the dangerous "Arrancar Plan". If he were to die at this time, she would not end well.
"Also, madam, I would like you to do one more small favor."
"What's up?"
A cold and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Ren's mouth:
"It's very simple. Find a few dandy boys from the noble alliance who only know how to eat, drink, whore and gamble, influence them, and let them go to a certain place to have fun...
Is this easy to do?"
"What do you want to do?" Mrs. Ellie was shocked.
Ren coughed slightly and said seriously:
“In order to promote friendly exchanges among all ethnic groups in the Kingdom, strengthen comprehensive strategic partnership, jointly discuss urban development plans, and jointly resist external risks, we should put aside our prejudices and move forward hand in hand...
I decided to let the indigenous Kangao people and the local nobles have fun together to enhance the feelings between the various ethnic groups."
Mrs. Ellie: “…………”
Then, she was startled and took a breath of air.
"Ren, you are such a devil!"
A few noble playboys who only know how to eat, drink, whore, and gamble, and a few indigenous people who have been corrupted by city life and only know how to live in debauchery, meet together, and with a little guidance, what will happen?
Between the indigenous people and the aristocratic alliance, a bloody conflict is inevitable.
"Ma'am, each other."
Ren just laughed softly and stared at the night outside the window:
"Come on, let's hurt each other! If I don't have a happy life, they won't have a good year either!"