"I was wrong! I'm sorry! Please let me go! I really know I was wrong!"
People under the eaves had to bow their heads. At this moment, Osto finally understood this truth, so in order to survive, he decided to imitate a slave who had died tragically in his hands.
However, perhaps because his attitude was not in place, the devil's slap favored his cheek again.
"The target of your begging for mercy is wrong!"
At this moment, Clemont's words were like a devil's whisper in Ostow's ears, but they 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 casting a glance at Osto, who was kneeling in front of her like a bereaved dog, Nidia's eyes turned to Clemont, who had a calm face, with a complicated expression.
She didn't know what to do at this moment, because Clermont had completely offended the son of the Marquis, and there was no chance for peaceful talks between them.
Besides, Clemont did all these things for her, and she didn't want to undermine him here.
Seeing Nidia shaking her head and saying nothing, Clemont ordered to Dylan: "Dylan, go and take a look next door!"
Then he changed his previous demonic image, with a smile on his face, and enthusiastically helped Ostow up from his knees on the ground.
"Oh, don't you think you don't have to suffer if you've been like this for a long time? I'm not an unkind person. Let's just regard what happened before as a thing of the past. What do you think?"
Seeing the sudden change in the devil's expression, Osto couldn't help but shudder, and then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Haha, I was indeed right about the person. Only someone who can handle it and put it down is in line with his status as a noble! Come on, let's go have a drink!"
Clement pulled the bruised and swollen Ostto down the stairs, but Ostto, who was being pulled, did not dare to resist at all.
Now he only regrets that he didn't listen to his father's words. If he had listened to his father's words and studied hard and practiced fighting spirit, then he would not be in this situation now.
But the strange thing is that at this moment, he can't feel any ill will towards the demon in front of him who has caused him great harm. Instead, he has a faint feeling of admiration in his heart.
If Clemont could hear Osto's voice at this moment, he would definitely think of a rare disease in his past life.
This condition is called Stockholm syndrome.
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"Brother, I, Osto Cecil, toast you. This time, I am blind. Brother, if you still don't feel relieved, then teach me a lesson. I will definitely bear it, little brother!"
After saying that, Osto, whose face was flushed, drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp.
On the side, Clemont was already shocked and speechless by Osto's strange behavior.
Could it be that this child was beaten stupidly by himself? Why is he talking nonsense after he has only had a few glasses of guillotine?
Yes, Clemont is not so kind as to really invite his enemy to drink. On the one hand, this drink is to create an illusion, and on the other hand, it is Ostow's beheading wine. Since he has been provoked, there is no need to be merciful to the enemy.
.
However, the current situation was somewhat difficult for him to judge, so he decided to test it out.
"Osto, since you call me eldest brother, are eldest brother's affairs your business?"
Hearing what Clemont said, Osto, who had just filled himself up with wine, slammed the table and stood up. Then he said with a serious face: "Brother, what are you talking about? Your business is naturally mine.
thing!"
After speaking righteously, Osto leaned into Clemont's ear and whispered: "Brother, is someone bullying you here? Tell me, as long as it's not the viscount, I will find a way to vent your anger.
!”
"Well, no, it's just your attendant just now..."
But before Clemont finished speaking, Ostow straightened up, slapping his forehead with an annoyed look on his face.
"Brother, I understand. That bitch must have hurt you. I'm going to kill him now!" Before Clemont could react, Osto grabbed the sword from Dylan's hand.
, thump thump and ran upstairs.
Clemont winked, and Dylan followed closely.
After a while, Osto, covered in blood, came back in a hurry.
"Brother, I killed that bitch!"
Dylan nodded behind him. In the eyes of the nobles, the lives of servants were not worth mentioning.
"hehe!"
Seeing Ostow's eyes asking for credit at this moment, Clemont was a little out of his mind.
Is this man sick? I have treated him like this. Not only did he have no hatred at all, but he turned around and killed his attendants. What kind of brain circuit is this!
Masochists are not that crazy, right? Wait... masochism... crazy, holy shit, Stockholm Syndrome?
Clemont felt his throat was a little dry at this moment, and his eyes looking at Ostow were a little unnatural. Nidia, who noticed all this, poured him a glass of wine in time.
"Ahem, Osto, you really don't hate me?" After drinking the wine in the glass, Clemont asked tentatively with raised eyebrows.
"Brother, what are you talking about? It is precisely because of your teaching that I can wake up. I used to be ignorant and indulged in pleasure, and all the good time was wasted by me. So from today on, I will
Change your mind and start a new life!”
"Ahem, then come on!"
After a word of encouragement, Clemont lowered his head in embarrassment.
This thing is so ridiculous, he can even encounter such patients.
It stands to reason that Osto, who was humiliated by himself, should try every means to kill himself, but looking at his eyes, he didn't want what he said just now to be false. What should he do now? Kill him or keep him?
Clemont is in a dilemma, kill him! Although it can avoid temporary trouble, the inevitable trouble cannot be avoided after all.
But don't kill him. If this guy is just pretending and comes back to find you, you won't have much time to play with him now.
"Dylan, Osto has drunk too much. Send him to the hotel to rest! You stay with him tonight!"
After thinking for a long time, Clemont finally decided not to kill him!
But not killing him doesn't mean that he will be let go easily, but there are many people here and some things are not suitable to be done here!
After the two left, Clemont put the drink money on the table and then walked out of the tavern with Nydia.
The moment Clemont's back disappeared from the door, a sigh of relief and exclamation sounded in the tavern.
"Baron Clermont is so strong! His fighting spirit actually has the attribute of thunder, but how come this has never been publicized?" A middle-aged man who looked like a businessman frowned and said.
"Cecil, I seem to have heard this surname somewhere, where exactly?" Another businessman fell into deep thought.
"The slave just now is definitely a strong knight in the rank of great knight, but he only made one move in the hands of Baron Clermont. But Baron Clermont's rank seems to be that of an intermediate knight, so he is
How did you do it?" A young man dressed as a mercenary murmured in a low voice.
"Brother Sver, should we join the command of Baron Clermont? I heard that his territory is in short supply. With the strength of our mercenary team, we will definitely be appreciated by the Baron, and it is said that his territory is close to the empire.
Borderlands, those people who are hiding there must not have thought of us." Another member of the Kled mercenary team asked in a low voice.
The five members of their team had been drinking in the private room upstairs before, but after the conflict, they naturally came to the hall and witnessed the whole process with their own eyes.
Judging from the strength and brains displayed by Baron Clermont, his future must be extremely bright.
"Well, let's go, we'll set off tonight! Otherwise, when the news here gets out, we won't be the first ones to seek refuge with him!"
The young man who had lowered his head and muttered suddenly stood up and then strode out of the tavern.
The discussion in the tavern continued, but Clement could not hear all this.