Ryan's Sword

Chapter 17 No.16 Scene Assassination

Valentine was silent for a while, and finally said bitterly: "Because the family can't afford it."

"That's right," Sir Jonson nodded, "Although we have twenty sets of excellent heavy armor, but this is the precious property left by your grandfather for the family! These twenty sets of heavy armor are armed The troops are the capital for our Dewey family to live and work, if it is consumed on the way to suppress the bandits, then the safety of the family cannot be guaranteed! And we have completely lost the confidence to compete for interests with those greedy old guys in Rob Town!"

Sir Johnson's heavy words made Valentine feel heavy pressure, and he probably realized why his father said these words to himself.So, he turned his eyes to the old wooden box on the table and asked, "So father, what's in this box?"

Sir Jonson took out a small and delicate brass key from his underwear pocket. With a soft "click", a magic circle composed of tadpole-like runes was revealed on the top cover of the wooden box.As each rune array lighted up in sequence, the iron chains of the wooden box opened automatically. With a little force, Sir Jonson lifted the top cover of the wooden box, revealing the contents inside.

"hiss……"

A stream of bright lights came into view, and when Valentine saw clearly what was in the box, he couldn't help but gasped, and his eyes widened severely.

I saw that the box was full of crystalline gemstones of different colors and sizes. When the lights shone on, these dazzling and charming gemstones emitted a dazzling brilliance, as if even the air above the box was dyed. On a layer of magnificent brilliance.

"these are……"

Valentine stared blankly at these strange gemstones, and even he didn't realize that his voice was trembling with excitement.

"It's a magic crystal."

Sir Johnson watched his son's reaction, sighed slightly, and said: "This is the last capital of the family. It was originally used to deal with sudden wars and huge changes. When your grandfather gave it to me, I and I You, too, have the same expression."

"Oh, father! I..."

Valentine finally realized his gaffe, and he lowered his head in shame, never daring to look at the open wooden box again.

"It's okay, my child." Sir Jonson said flatly: "We are nobles, but we are also mortals. I think you should be very clear about what kind of wealth this box of magic crystals represents. The desire for wealth is everyone Instinct, you don't have to be ashamed of it."

Seeing Valentine raised his head again, Sir Jonson said with a satisfied smile: "My son is motivated to study in order to revitalize the family. This is something I failed to do back then. Now that you have such awareness, That family will be your strong backing. I will exchange these magic crystals into golden tickets of Rui En Company in batches, and send them to you after you arrive in the imperial capital. But you have to remember, these money are not for your enjoyment, but for It is the stepping stone for you to make friends with the nobles of the imperial capital, do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood!" Valentine replied loudly with moist eyes: "Father, I will not let you down!"

A smile of relief appeared on Sir Jonson's otherwise cloudy face.

Such a virtuous father and son's filial piety scene happened to this father and son, if someone familiar with it knew about it, they would definitely be stunned.

As the head snakes of Rob Town, the Dewey family has always held a certain share of the underground business.They are often behind the trade in casinos, brothels and contraband.It is conceivable that the armed forces that Sir Jonson mentioned are used on weekdays.

As the saying goes, a relationship is born from the heart, the blood stained on Sir Johnson's hand has long soaked his heart, and no matter who looks at his face at first glance, he will feel a vicious and ferocious, this kind of spontaneous If there is no acting skills above the Oscar-winning actor level, the inner image and temperament cannot be concealed at all!
As for Valentine, at the age of twenty, he is already a veteran of flowers, and it is not counted that he is willing to be played by him. He has robbed and spoiled no less than ten common girls.During this process, more than one girl was unbearable to be humiliated and lost her life because of it. It can be said that why the flowers and plants in the back garden of Dewey Manor are flourishing all the year round is absolutely inseparable from this ruthless Mr. Valentine!
After the father and son talked at night by candlelight, they seemed to see the scene of the Dewey family returning to the circle of upper-class aristocrats, and their moods became extraordinarily relaxed and cheerful.

At this time, the night was deep.Sir Jonson, who had already spoken dryly, ordered the maid waiting outside the door to brew two cups of crystal thorn black tea from Anofar Forest.

The maid who received the order responded in a low voice outside the door, and after a while, there were two light knocks on the door, and the neatly dressed maid carrying the tea tray lowered her head and walked in respectfully from the door.

The maid lowered her head and lightly placed one of the cups of black tea on the desk in front of Sir Jonson—the wooden box containing the magic crystal had already been covered by the Sir, but it was not locked and put back into the bookcase In the next office.Sir Jonson knew that his sensible young maid would never take a second look at something she shouldn't, and that was what he admired most about her.

You see, knowing that the young master is here to talk about things with me, she came in this time and put on a maid hat embroidered with lace and a wide brim, she is really a sensible girl!
Holding up the cup of fragrant black tea in front of him, he brought it to his mouth and took a sip. Feeling the soft taste of this rich-flavored crystal thorn black tea reverberating in his mouth, Sir Jonson, who was in a good mood, felt more and more satisfied.

The maid lowered her head and put the second cup of black tea on the coffee table next to the guest seat where Valentine was sitting, saluted respectfully and was about to leave.Valentine knew that this was his father's favorite maid, so he didn't dare to neglect her. He nodded at her with a smile on his face, and said, "Thank you, Tasia!"

"You're welcome."

"!!"

"!!!"

A calm but unfamiliar male voice sounded from the maid, and the air in the whole room suddenly froze as if it had encountered a cold current from the extreme north, and even the room temperature seemed to drop below freezing point in an instant.

"You're not Tasia..."

Valentin only let out a cry of surprise, and was horrified to find that the "maid" pulled out a delicate dagger inlaid with rubies from under the tea tray, and stabbed him head-on.

"Do not--!!!"

Jazz's mournful cry like a night owl spread throughout the entire manor in an instant, and the guards who heard the sound felt their hearts thump, and the same thought came to their minds——

"problem occurs!"

The guards swarmed towards the third-floor attic where Sir Jonson's study was located.

When more than 20 guards squeezed each other and climbed the stairs that were originally only for two people to walk at the same time, there was a crisp cracking sound from the top floor, and a guard captain who was anxious "dendenden" Striding up to the top floor, he raised his hand to signal the guards behind to stop, then drew his sword in his hand, and kicked open the door!
"what……!!!"

There was a scene in the eyes of the captain of the guard that made his hands and feet feel cold - Sir Jonson, who was sitting behind the desk facing him, fell on his back on the back of his monster leather chair worth hundreds of gold coins, and blood flowed like a fountain. Cheerfully flowing from his left chest, dyed everything around him a dazzling blood color; the other side.Master Valentine fell down in a pool of blood with a face full of horror. An arc-shaped gash with rolled flesh was exposed at the artery of his neck, like the big mouth of a laughing devil, sending his life and even his soul along this path. The road gap is pulled out.

In the middle of the two corpses, Sir Jonson's personal maid, Tasina, fell to the ground, trembling and crying silently. Feeling that the head exploded guard captain had no time to pay attention to the poor maid who was spattered with blood, she rushed to the glass with a few steps. In front of the shattered study window, his bloodshot eyes widened like a wild beast, and he turned his head and snarled at the maid and asked, "Damn it!!! Where's the assassin!!??"

The maid trembled and raised her finger to the window sill where he was. This action seemed to have exhausted all her strength. The next moment she put down her arms weakly, shrugged her shoulders and fell into crying again.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!!"

The captain of the guard cursed angrily three times in a row, and only then regained his sanity a little bit. He glanced at the same dull face, rushed in and reimbursed the rest of the guards who had filled most of the study room: "What the hell are you looking at? I'm going after you!! If you can't catch the assassin, Master Pierre will definitely take your skin off when you come back!!"

As he said that, he kicked over a hapless guard who was trembling with fright, pushed everyone away, and jumped down the stairs directly!
At this time, the rest of the guards just woke up from a dream, and followed him downstairs. In an instant, the first crime scene that was supposed to be guarded, all the guards suddenly panicked. Run clean.

In the study, with a pitiful appearance, the maid who was crying on the floor stopped the trembling that seemed to be uncontrollable before, and stood up vigorously, making no effort to hide her heroic and tall figure.

"It's done, let's get to work."

Ian, dressed in a maid outfit, easily selected the side quests in the "Completed" state in the field of vision, and received the rewards of the quests.

Not to mention the experience points and skill points that have already been credited, Ian's eyes fell on the wooden box on the desk that even made his heart flutter, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

"It seems that this time we have to kill people and get more goods."

Ian murmured to himself.

He glanced at Dewey and his son who did not rest in peace, and there was no trace of fluctuation in his heart.

Everything has a cause and an effect. When the father and son regarded themselves as ants that could be crushed to death, they probably never thought of such a result.

Opening the closed box, Ian glanced at the heart-pounding magnificent picture in the box, then closed it, and re-locked it with the delicate brass key on the table.Following his movements, the magic circle engraved on the top cover of the box glowed brightly, and then disappeared as if melting into the wood.Ian knew that this was a simple magic defense device. If the lock was not unlocked with the only correct key, or destroyed forcibly, the magic circle engraved on the box would be activated, and the box and its contents would be destroyed together.

After putting away the keys, Ian picked up the box and walked downstairs quickly.

With the unexpected gains beyond this plan, he has a lot of extra things to do tonight.

After all, this is not a game.

If he doesn't do a good job in the aftermath, he just pats his ass and walks away after achieving his goal like he did when he was a player in his previous life, but no scene restoration program will come out to help him wipe his ass.If the evidence is left behind and the incident comes to light, I'm afraid he will have to change his face and join the opposing evil camp of the Ryan Empire.

This is not the path Ian wants to take.

　PS: The original title of this chapter wanted to be called "Ladies in Clothes", ahem...

　　
　
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