Several strong men in the house, who looked like guards, finally rushed out. When they saw the corpses on the ground, they showed a look of astonishment on their faces, but then they raised the pirate-like scimitars in their hands and slashed at Cyril at the door.

"Sir Earl, go quickly, there are a lot of them!"

Drake didn't have time to ask why Cyril Adrien, a young man who was willing to hire him for a high commission, appeared in this place, and his body had subconsciously wanted to stand in front of the other party - at least he could not let the Count get hurt because of his stupid private affairs, right?

But he only felt a flash in front of him. The young count who was still behind him was standing in front of him. Facing the scimitars that were chopping up, Cyril was calm and Drake didn't see clearly how he was moving. The strong men fell to the ground, hugged their limbs and began to moan. Each of them was a tough guy who was originally as hard as blood, but they were crying in a moment.

"Crying? Crying is time." Cyrill reached out and took down the alarm clock on the counter, turned the pointer half a circle, and smashed it on the table, "You have twenty-eight minutes left."

Finally someone reacted, covered his painful part and ran out of the house and went to find the Robert's house as the young man said.

The boy's cold face finally regained some gentleness. He turned to Drake behind him, and then frowned.

This action made Drake shudder inexplicably. He was about to explain something, but he heard the other party say:

"Isn't I owe gambling debts?"

"Ah? Gambling debt? No, of course not..." Drake wiped the sweat on his face, but saw a relieved look on his face: "It's better if it's not gambling debt, gambling dogs won't die well."

Just when Drake didn't know what to say, another neat figure in a robe came into the door, and as soon as he entered the room, he whistled: "Ah, Adrien, you move so fast, young people are just energetic."

"Have the matter been handled?"

"Of course, it's funny to say that I just reported your name. The consul actually cooperated to hand over all the information about the Robert's house to me." Sogel couldn't help laughing, "It seems that the southern nobles don't hate Solconan so much."

"It's just that the gecko has broken its tail." Cyril shook his head, "Have you found anything interesting?"

"Yes, and this is more interesting than you think." Sogel said casually on the counter, raising his legs. "The Roberts' ship that was smuggled as a pirate was robbed by a merchant ship a few months ago, and all the slaves were stolen by someone."

"All half-orc slaves?"

"That's right, and the trade route of slave smuggling was hindered, and it only started after this."

"Wow." Cyril narrowed his eyes.

This is big news.

The ghost ship interfered with the commercial route between New Orway Port and La Rochelle, but there was little news of taking action against ordinary merchant ships. The targets seemed to be smuggling slave ships... From this point of view, the ghost ship side had obviously become the "messenger of justice" and did a good thing.

Sogel turned his attention to Connor Drake again: "Drake, why do you owe such a big sum of money? Seventeen Gentries, an ordinary person may have worked for a few years to earn so much."

"And our captain borrowed new coins from Port New Orway," Cyril added.

Drake looked at Sogel on the left and the young Count on the right. He knew that his sudden advance of salary attracted the attention of the two. The young Count did not hesitate at all and took action to settle his debts for him...

He had no reason to hide it anymore.

"In fact, this is not an interesting story." Connor Drake spread his hands, "Simply put, many years ago, I fell in love with a girl in Port New Orway."

"Hmm, then what?"

"Then she became pregnant."

"Hmm? Then what."

"I only learned about this news, so I borrowed some money to her."

Sogel held his forehead: "Captain Drake, it seems you have no talent for telling stories at all."

"This is not an interesting story."

"But at least you have to explain the timeline clearly. Then when telling stories, you should be like this, like this, like this, and say as you walk-" Sougar pretended to be walking on the deck, spreading his hands up and down, "Hey, I told you, I once had a girl I liked, I slept with her but I left her, but I only realized recently that she did not get married again and gave birth to two children for me~ Like this, do you understand?"

"Okay." Cyril seemed to be indifferent to this story. Such a bloody and vulgar emotional story really made him uninterested. He picked up the alarm clock and shook it gently: "There is one last minute left. Let me see if the people from the Robert's family can come in time - Robert's house should be not far from here, Sougar?"

"It's not far away, you can definitely get it by walking twenty minutes." Sogel still maintained the story-telling posture, "But I saw that the alley was a bit too boring, so I added a little... to add a head?"

"Give it a head?" Cyril was wondering, and his ears had already captured a shrill scream from a distance mixed with the sound of electric current.

"You're really bad at putting your head on."

"Isn't your countdown game the same?"

While they were talking, the last minute pointer had already walked this round. The footsteps outside the door were extremely rapid. Amid the roar of thunder and lightning, several figures finally stumbled in.

Their hair was erected with dryness and twisted irregularly, their fair faces were now charred, and their luxurious clothes were torn. The person in charge was Barry Robert, a member of the Robert's house whom he saw in the Lighthouse Tavern.

"Yoyo, welcome Mr. Barry Robert to your own store and let me see the time-" Cyrill picked up the alarm clock and made a tsk sound in his mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm one minute and thirty seconds late..."

"Who the hell are you? They are all the fucking traps you set up, which makes me..." Barry Robert spoke in dirty words, but when he saw the blue light flashing in front of him, he felt a chill under his body-

"One minute and thirty seconds, one more minute and one more time can only kill one and a half seconds."

In front of him, the young earl's sharp sword in the center of his hand flashed with silver light, and a scarlet blood line was gathering along the lower sword tip to the tip of the sword, and then turned into a drop of blood.

He reached out and pointed to Barry Robert's side first. Barry turned his head and saw his most trusted guard's eyes wide open, his mouth wide, making "hoho ho" sounds, but his hands covered his neck - scarlet plasma was constantly gushing out from it, and then he leaned back and fell to the ground, never moving again.

"This is one." The young Count said lightly, with his fingers pointing to Barry Robert, "This is half."

Barry Robert looked at himself in horror and suddenly understood what was going on with his lower body just now.

At this moment, his lower body had disappeared, and there was a flat cut on his waist; the upper body was held there by a ball of wind, and the whirring coldness pounced on his forehead and swept across his body.

"Ass, where is my ass!" He screamed heart-wrenchingly, quickly feeling the loss of his life, and tears burst out from his eyes. "I am the young master of the Robert family. Even if I die, my father will definitely find you, hang you on the mast, and let the seagull peck your lower body!"

However, Cyril, as if he had not heard him, leaned down and picked up the large wooden frame next to the counter, filled with Silver Leigh, the debt repayer, and clanged as he shook.

"According to the laws of the kingdom, your actions should be sentenced to death." He said lightly, "As for your father, do you think a baron is worthy of speaking in front of an earl? I guess the guards of the port have rushed into your house and have scattered your house clean?"

Cyril relaxed his other hand, and the wind holding Bari's body immediately dissipated, smashing his upper body heavily to the ground. He screamed and fainted.

He looked at Barry Robert, who had fainted and the trembling guards beside him, without even the interest of looking at them. He picked up Drake's purse from the counter and threw it back into his arms.

"Sir, is this, it's over?" Connor Drake looked at Barry Robert, who probably couldn't survive. It was hard to imagine that this matter would be easily concluded. He originally thought it would be a big fight.

"The Northern League will not be from Paul Bert's family. There is enough evidence. They should be damned." Cyril glanced at him, "Please take care of his own money, how can he get married if he doesn't have money?"

Drake opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

"The consul will send the finance department to take over the money and return it according to the bill." Cyril walked straight past the group of dull guards and returned to the dark alley, which still had the burnt smell of lightning and lightning ravaging in the alley. I don't know if the gambling lying on both sides survived.

Sogel followed behind him and looked at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction: "How about it, my trap arrangement technique, although it was a group-wide spell when triggered, in fact, this was a completely pieced together by a single spell, perfectly implementing my idea of ​​"focusing on one point and reaching the pinnacle"..."

"Where are those homeless men?"

"As long as they don't move, no one will be fine." Sogel was interrupted and said happily, "By the way, which one did that guy violate the Kingdom Law? Why don't I remember..."

"I said it casually." Cyril shrugged, "I can't bear the thick and large laws of the kingdom, but is this important?"

Sogl let out a hey laugh, and did not forget to greet Connor Drake, who was staying behind, and left quickly.

When they returned to the bright street, they saw a mansion surrounded by guards, and rows of people were escorted out of the mansion, which was obviously the people from Robert's house.

The Baron, who was walking in the front, tried to argue with the consul, but the latter ignored him and walked straight into the carriage, disappearing from the Baron's sight.

"He didn't even see you, and he ruined his next life because of you. Don't you think it's nonsense?" Sogel couldn't help but sigh as he looked at this rather "tragic" scene.

"Because of their behavior, there are countless orc families falling apart on the western plateau. Don't you think this is nonsense?" Cyril raised his eyebrows and asked him, "This is his ending, it's just whether anyone has come to execute it for it."

"That's right." Sogar agreed deeply.

Connor Drake stood on the street for a while, until all the people from Robert's house were escorted away, then he took a step towards the guild hall.

The wallet in his arms seemed to have an incredible heat, making his chest extremely hot.

This reminded him of the cloth bags that the girl stuffed into his arms many years ago when she was on a boat and left Port New Orway many years ago, with only a few new coins, some dry food, and a hair rope for the girl to tie her long hair.

The hair rope had been swept away by the waves in a storm and disappeared in a corner of the sea; many memories of his Port New Orway and her were also submerged in the tide.

He walked in the hall in a daze, turned into the room, but found a person kneeling on the floor.

Ascetic monk, Neil Alden.

"Ah, I walked into the wrong room, Lord Alden, sorry..." The moment he saw the ascetic, his eyelids couldn't help but jump.

The death of Claurus Benjamin, the Saint of Harbor Temple, was the biggest thing that has been happening in New Orway Port in the past year. Countless residents of New Orway Port demanded that the murderer be severely punished, and it would be best to execute a cruel death penalty in the square.

However, Harbor Temple said that the prisoners took advantage of the storm to escape, and probably had already sunk to the bottom of the sea with their people and ships, leaving the matter to nothing.

I guess the Count didn't realize what kind of beast he was recruiting into the team. If Neil Alden appeared in La Rochelle's team, I'm afraid the angry New Orway people would tear the entire La Rochelle team apart?

"His Excellency Alden." He thought so, taking a deep breath: "Are you really going to go back to Port New Orway? This may drag down the Count."

Neil Alden didn't look up.

He put his hands together on his chest, pressing hardwood under his knees, and just replied in a low voice:

"I was in exile to La Rochelle, and I was going all the way north, into the extreme northern plains, and ended my old age in the wind and snow."

"But the appearance of Lord Eurel, perhaps Lord Eurel, was telling me that my life should not end so easily. I still bear sins and I still need to repay it."

"I will naturally leave the team when I arrive at New Orway Port and will not drag down the Count."

He closed his eyes again and began to recite softly again.

This time, Connor Drake heard his recitation clearly:

"May praise be given to the great Yurira, who saw the abyss born from the bottom of the sea, and he swept endless waves, causing him to sink forever..."

——"Hainer Volume 3".
Chapter completed!