"After all, this is different from being smashed by a tavern. It's more than ten living lives... The city guards are definitely unwilling to give up easily."

"Then in this way, I can only force the matter to take over. Although this is a bit abrupt, fortunately it is reasonable!"

Before doing this, Sreta had a preliminary solution in his mind.

Unfortunately, this plan is a bit abrupt and there is a possibility of exposing oneself.

Sreta is preparing to let his guards take over the matter completely tomorrow before things completely ferment.

Anyway, more than ten lives were killed in the capital, and it was not the civilians from a fiefdom, but the civilians of Her Majesty the Queen.

The seriousness of this is very high, and it is normal for the city guards to not give up on searching.

But as the sister of the Cavalier Captain's family, she also has great prestige in the hearts of the civilians in the capital. It is reasonable to be worried about this and accept responsibility.

Originally, the Knight Captain had the obligation to protect the safety of the kingdom, so it was no problem for the family to take responsibility for such matters.

But...Sreta will have to buy this tavern in the future. This in and out will probably make many people think randomly...

It seems that when you take the pub, you must also use some methods. For example, you cannot take the initiative to find the pub owner to take over the shop. You must let the pub owner take the initiative to find him and ask him to accept the pub!

This will be straightened out and no one else will doubt it too much!

After his thoughts were clear, Sreta finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Fana, who was lying on the quilt, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and it seemed that she was about to wake up.

Sreta was staring at her in a daze while thinking about the problem. As soon as Fanna was moving, she reacted first.

She called out to Erlan. Seeing the famous thing inside, Erlan left the wounded and quickly came to Fanna. As long as Fanna did anything, she could stop it at any time, such as shouting and roaring.

Fanna woke up, she looked at the ceiling in a daze, blinking as if recalling what happened before she fainted...

Then she sat up as if she was electrocuted. But as soon as she sat up, her head suddenly hurt and she covered her head and made a sound.

Erlan half-squatted behind Vanna. As long as Vanna makes any moves to scream, she will immediately cover Vanna's mouth.

Fanna looked at her place and was a little confused: "Why am I here? I...I'm not..."

Sreta leaned on the chair and looked at Vanna quietly: "How does it feel?"

Vanna heard Sreta's figure trembling all over and her mouth was weak, and she slowly raised her head to look at Sreta.

Sreta's hood has been taken off, but it still has that cute face and big eyes. However, unlike before, his face is a little pale and his forehead is even a little sweaty.

More importantly, Vanna saw Sreta's collar stained with dried blood...

"you...!"

Fanna wanted to say something, but found that she didn't know how to say it, but an unknown anger filled her whole body.

She was scared and angry.

Fear of Sreita's identity, power, angry with Sreita's actions...

"Miss Fana." Erlan saw that Fana did not roar and shouted, but when she saw that her expression was not right, she still warned: "It's better not to scream, otherwise it will make it difficult for the little master to do it."

Fanna was startled by Erlan's voice. She looked back at Erlan, who was staring at her vigilantly, and glanced around the entire room.

She saw many injured men lying on the quilt to rest. Some of them were seriously injured, but they did not cry out for pain.

There were also some uninjured men taking care of the wounded lying down, but everyone looked at her with a sharp look, as if as long as Fanna said the wrong thing or did the wrong thing, these men would rush over to tear her apart.

The blood stained by these men made Fanna's throat feel like something stuck...

Sreta no longer leaned on the chair, and the wound on her back made her even more uncomfortable. She leaned forward slightly, her face a little scary: "How many have you seen?"

Fanna noticed that she was threatened, so she should have said nothing, but the anger in her heart made her say something else.

"I'm here since you entered that tavern!"

"Oh? You see everything?"

"Although there are curtains covering it, I can't see everything inside clearly... but I can see everything you beat the civilians to death with your own hands!"

Fanna gritted her teeth and no longer claimed her name. She was obviously full of anger in her chest and looked down on the little girl in front of her: "That's a life! You are... so young! How can you kill people? Moreover, you are the ones who are attacked in the dozen or so taverns, right?"

Erlan frowned: "Vanna! Pay attention to your attitude, who do you think you are talking to?"

Fanna retorted angrily: "I just know who the person in front of me is, so I speak like that!"

Seeing that Erlan was about to lose his temper, Sreta waved his hand to stop her. She smiled and looked at Fanna: "Indeed, you are right. Everything that happened in the tavern these days was arranged by me in person."

"You...! Why do you do this? You... You are Sreta!"

When Fanna spoke, her eyes turned red and she cried, and she couldn't stop her tears.

Sreta's name is well-known among the civilians in the capital. Basically, every civilian in the capital talks about Sreta, and they all have a thumbs up.

Among the civilians in the capital, there are many people who admire Sreta, and even Fanna is one of them.

Unexpectedly... it turned out that all of them were fake!

All are bubbles, all are fake!

That kind of worship and admiration, after Sreta personally admitted it, was like a breakdown in his faith, covering his face and crying.

People who have never truly experienced this feeling will not understand Fanna's feelings.

The person I admire and admire is a person who despises human life and kills tyrannically...

"You are Sreta...how can you do this..."

Watching Vanna crying, Sreta's expression didn't change at all.

She always knew in her heart what kind of person she was, that the image she deliberately created in the capital was just needed by her family.

She didn't feel that she had deceived everyone.

"Can't Sreta do bad things?"

"No! You are a nobleman, of course you can do something bad... No one can control you!" Fanna's eyes were red and swollen, looking at Sreta's pronunciation: "But you can't lie to me, you can't lie to everyone! You are playing around, deceiving everyone!"

Erlan frowned, and the other slave men who eavesdropped on each other, heard that the little master who bought them turned out to be a nobleman, and everyone looked at each other...
Chapter completed!