They all call me master.

Chapter 820: Victory of Malice II

hiss!
After hearing what Grasa Hamlet said, Alves took a deep breath in his heart.

At this time, the young man from the Golden Lion Family finally understood why Hayes was in a hurry to leave Neiwan and even wanted to give up the "South County Swordsmanship Competition".

It's Gresa!

This bastard has set his sights on Leader Beth!
Do not!
To be precise, this bastard has been eyeing Beth Leader for a long time and is just waiting for an opportunity!
And now, the opportunity has come!

Alves was certain that none of DePro, Dilivan, and Page would survive.

Only if these three guys die, can Hayes smoothly inherit the Beth Territory and cede the Port of Londohat.

'Isn't this bastard afraid of Count Bert's revenge?
and many more!

Arthur Kratos!

This Nanlos psychic is about to arrive in the Beth Territory - this bastard wants to provoke a fight between the Nanlos psychic and Count Beth.

Then complete the harvest! '

In an instant, Alves understood everything.

Alves wasn't sure who would ultimately win the battle between the South Los Psychic and Count Bate.

However, if this plan goes ahead, the biggest winner will definitely be that bastard Gresa.

This is something Alves absolutely cannot accept!
'What should I do? What should I do?
I absolutely don't want Gresa to win!'

Facing his enemy, Alves began to think.

In the small restaurant, Hayes looked in pain.

"Can you let me think about it overnight and give you an answer tomorrow morning?"

Hayes begged.

The little lion refused straightforwardly.

"cannot!
Just as I have a way to isolate the Communication Stone, you must also have a way to contact Count Bate.

I have great respect for His Excellency the Earl.

I have absolutely no wish to come face to face with His Excellency the Count.

Therefore, not only do you need to sign a contract with me now, but you must also add a clause to the contract - from now on, you cannot tell the Earl in any way. "

The little lion started laughing as he spoke.

That's a happy smile.

What Gresa likes most is this kind of situation where everything is under control.

Gresa enjoyed this kind of tyranny that was almost brutal.

It's really a good feeling to be carefree.

At this moment, all the frustration that Graysa had experienced with Arthur was almost swept away.

And, look forward to it.

Gresa looks forward to the battle between Count Bert and Arthur.

Gresa saw Arthur's strength, but as he said, he had respect for Count Beth - and there was only one person who could make someone like Gresa respect him.

That is strength.

Count Bate is very strong.

The ability is extremely strange.

He is the opponent that Gresa is most reluctant to face.

It is precisely because of this that Gresa is so cautious about the Beth Territory. He not only restrained his hidden moves, but also gave up on "diversified development".

But none of that matters anymore.

This time, it can be solved once and for all.

'Come to think of it, I have you to thank, Arthur.

Then you must have a good fight with Count Bette.

It's best to lose both sides.

Of course, one death and one injury is acceptable.

I'll clean up the mess.'

The little lion thought in his heart, and looked at Hayes again, with a lot of disdain on his face——

“Hayes, you don’t have a good relationship with DePro, Dilliven, and Peggy.

Even your relationship with Count Bet has long been alienated.

Your current hesitation does not mean that you cannot ignore the deaths of three fools, DePro, Dilivan and Page, nor does it mean that you cannot sit idly by and watch Count Bate fall into the trap.

You just can't accept that the port of Londohat, which you thought was in your pocket, was taken away by me."

The little lion said this, his eyes full of provocation and teasing.

"I can take the port of Londohat, why can't you take it back?

Oh, you don’t have the confidence to take it back from me?
Even if I give you the rest of Beth's land, you still don't have the confidence, right?
Hayes, you are such a hypocritical and cowardly guy! "

"Shut up!
Stop talking! "

Hayes stood up from his chair, slammed the table, and growled.

"Did I hit the nail on the head?

Are you anxious? Then sign a contract with me.

You're a smart guy, you know you can't run away - unless you choose to die now!

As long as you die, you can break the deadlock.

only……

Do you want to? "

The little lion emphasized the pronunciation.

The provocation in his tone became more intense.

It's not about whether you dare, but whether you are willing.

Gresa was sure that a guy like Hayes, who had been developing quietly for so many years, would not be willing to die like this.

Especially if it's for a potential competitor.

There are such people.

But it definitely won't be Hayes.

In fact, this is also the case.

Hayes stood there in a daze.

Then, he sat down in the chair, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and his eyes became dull.

The little lion stood up, walked around the table and came to Hayes' side.

“Don’t be so desperate.

The person you lost to was me, Gresa Hamlet, the only heir to Neiwan.

What is there to despair about?
You should feel honored.

because--

I’m looking at you.”

As he spoke, the little lion raised his hand, and a contract appeared in front of Hayes.

This time, Hayes didn't say anything more.

Hayes signed his name.

Looking at the signature, the little lion laughed again.

“Cheer up, Hayes.

Believe me, decades from now you will be glad you made this choice tonight.

Well, wait for the good news I will bring you later, the new master of Bet Territory."

Having said these words, the little lion left as suddenly as he had come.

But what remains unchanged is the unquestionable dominance.

Just like a lion, really.

Hayes sat there in a daze.

He didn't even notice Alves coming out of the secret room.

It was not until Alvis coughed a few times that Count Bet's nephew came back to his senses.

Hayes, who had just come to his senses, suddenly lit up his eyes when he saw Alves, just like a drowning man seeing a life-saving straw.

pray!

Hayes looked at Alves with pleading eyes.

"Do not worry.

I won't let Gresa succeed!

I will tell Count Bert the truth!

For the sake of our friendship, please leave everything to me!"

Alves said solemnly.

Hayes nodded gratefully.

"Alves, you will be my best friend for life!"

Alves laughed immediately, and the young man from the Golden Lion family patted Hayes on the shoulder and walked straight out.

His carriage left after dropping him off.

He was originally going to stay here.

His carriage would not come to pick him up until tomorrow at noon.

At this moment, the young members of the Golden Lion family were extremely grateful for this.

If his carriage was still here, how could he seize the opportunity before him?
Alves looked back at the holiday estate, a hint of apology in his eyes.

But the next moment, it was replaced by burning heat.

That is--

Ambition!

(End of this chapter)