Our family is in decline

"Hmph!" Lance threw her whole body out with one hand. He looked down at the barbarian woman lying on the ground like a dead dog and scolded her coldly: "You will always be nothing more than a waste like this, even if you die in my hands. I don’t even have the qualifications to go to school.”

The barbarian girl took a big breath of air and wanted to get up and fight again, but when she raised her head and met the man's cold eyes, her anger was extinguished in that moment, revealing the fear hidden within.

She seemed to have returned to the night wrapped in biting cold, and the endless fear almost usurped her soul.

" @! # %...*"

Unable to withstand the tremendous pressure, the barbarian girl's spirit collapsed and fell into despair. She held her head in her hands and spoke in vague tribal language, completely losing her previous angry look.

Tiffany didn't expect Lance to change his face in such an exaggerated way. One second he was chatting and laughing, and the next second he became so... cruel, or so majestic that no one dared to offend him.

Now that I think about it, if York and the others had resisted, I'm afraid he would have really killed someone~

At this moment, Tiffany found that it was difficult for her to resist his decision. Life and death depended only on his thoughts. She couldn't help but feel sympathy for the barbaric girl. She got up and helped her away.

Once the hall was empty, Lance's expression quickly returned to calm. This little thing didn't have much impact on him. He was just beating the barbarian girl.

The top priority now is to sort out the business group's problems. He wants to see how rich this guy Walter's family is.

Two large and two medium-sized cargo ships, and basic carriages and horses can form three hundred-man-level convoys.

There are several properties in Ovendo City, and even in Totnes, where land is at a premium, there is a shop and a warehouse. Although it is on the edge of the midtown area, it is still relatively powerful.

To run such a business group, more than 300 people are needed, most of whom are sailors to escort and transport them. The management only accounts for about 20%, which is the people who came to force the palace that day.

Some of the guards have been wiped out by Walter and the bandits, and now there are only about twenty left here, and most of them have defected.

On the contrary, the sailors were well preserved. There were only a few captains who came to force the palace that day, and one was a survivor.

These were industries, and there were funds on the books. They were originally at a loss, but they were reversed by him in just one day. As for the source, of course, they were confiscating their homes.

Lance finally smiled after doing the calculations. This family must have millions of gold coins, including more than 20,000 in cash. No wonder Walter hid it from him.

Maybe he planned to give up the caravan on land in exchange for his own freedom. In this way, he retained most of his strength and had options whether to advance or retreat.

But it's a pity that Lance stole the house directly.

That's right, Walter didn't tell him about his business group at all before he came, and Lance only told him that he came to Owendo to take a boat to Totnes and make some money by walking along the business road. refugee.

It's a pity that Lance doesn't have martial ethics.

But I'm afraid Walt didn't expect that his daughter would almost kill the entire business group within a month after his accident. It can be said that if he hadn't appeared, all Walt would have gotten back was a huge debt.

"grown ups!"

William hurried in and looked at the dog hanging out his tongue and panting, obviously exhausted.

His eager expression also gave Lance a bad premonition, and sure enough, he discovered the situation as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Me and Figs found traces of the cult in the city."

There was nothing surprising, although he had already guessed that it was impossible for the cult to let go of the only big city here.

But Lance still sighed, because the emergence of a cult must be accompanied by death.

"Tell me what the specific situation is?"

"Early this morning, Griffith and I..."

He did not ignore Lance's opinion yesterday, but started to implement it very seriously, based on his previous experience.

He cleverly took the scent as a clue and used Griffith's sense of smell to start searching.

Based on the clues, he searched in some busy commercial ports, ordinary residential areas, and even the dark corners of gang activities, but found nothing. Instead, he found something in the wealthy areas of the city.

Lance understands the situation in the wealthy area. The cult operating here is the [Ascension Sect]. These guys pursue ascension and transcendence, so most of the first audience is people who are full and holding on, ordinary people. It is difficult for people to survive, so how can they care about ascending.

On the contrary, the audience for teachings like "Sons of Harvest" is ordinary people, especially farmers praying for a good harvest, and its development is mainly at the bottom.

"In the end, I only followed the single-family house in the wealthy area. Because there were too many people active around it, I didn't dare to continue investigating."

"You did a good job. Once you alert the enemy, those guys will hide. Only caution can catch them and catch them all."

Lance said and fell into thinking.

It's like the town's police chief was first corrupted, and then it spread from top to bottom.

It's the same here, I don't know which high-ranking official fell.

Once he takes action, his whole body will be affected by a single move... But his strength is too weak to fight against those people in the city.

But it is impossible to let it go, because the main enemy of the Ascension Sect is him. It is undoubtedly suicide to let the enemy continue to grow.

"Don't alert those guys first, continue to investigate clearly, locate those people, and find the place where they held the ceremony."

Lance already had a plan in mind, but he still didn't give up preparations and would wait and see what the specific situation was like.

"By the way, let Figs look for this smell. If you are discovered by the cultists, if you have no other choice, just show them this person who claims to be one of yours."

Lance took out the blood candle. Compared with the incense, this kind of thing is a must for the ritual.

William didn't know how this was made, but he could feel the strong blood accompanied by a strange smell.

He gave Fergus a sniff, and the dogs shook their heads and sneezed.

Lance thought for a moment, then took out a bag of coins and handed it over. "These are activity funds. If you don't have enough, ask me for more."

"Sir, this..." He has been a peace officer for so many years, not to mention that the funds have been reimbursed, overtime pay has never been paid, and wages have been delayed.

"You will get used to my rules. There will be a reward for completing the mission." Lance smiled and patted his shoulder, "Take it, you don't want Griffith, but you still have to eat meat."

"Woof!" Griffith seemed to understand what the two of them were saying. He yelled and rubbed against Lance's legs, swinging his little tail like a propeller.

Lance reached out and touched the dog's head. No wonder everyone liked it.

"Hahaha~ Look, Griffith also wants to improve the food."

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