Our family is in decline

"This is it. Let me warn you again. Be careful with the people you meet after leaving Hamlet. You don't want to fall into the hands of those cultists."

"Thanks."

Lance didn't know if she understood what he said. Anyway, he quickly rushed into the darkness without saying a word...

This Laura seemed to be let go, but in fact she couldn't fly out of Lance's hand at all. She would come back on her own.

Lance always considers everything he does...

After sending Laura away, Lance did not go back like this, but turned around and returned to the nursing home again.

Laura was not the only prisoner held here during this battle, Alvin and Baron Lawrence were also among them.

After opening the cell door, he was not attacked. Lance walked in with a candlestick. Under the firelight, he could see a pale and haggard young man lying on the bed.

Under the simple linen suit was a bandage. Looking at his weak look, it was clear that his injury was not healed yet.

Lance won't waste his spiritual energy on them, as long as they don't die.

And when Alvin wore two accessories that increased blood and defense on the battlefield, the price of having thicker blood and higher defense was that he suffered more severe beatings, including beatings to the point of losing strength and knocking cans and knocking him unconscious.

"Alvin."

Lance came closer, looking at the silent Alvin and wanting to laugh.

This guy was arrogant when he woke up, but after being drugged by Amanda, he became honest and quickly revealed everything.

He has no inheritance rights, can't see the Count several times throughout the year, and doesn't even know Bastia's situation as well as Lance.

It can also be seen that he is really not taken seriously at all, even Lance, an outsider, can see that he is cannon fodder to explore the road.

But this guy thinks he is the chosen one who has come to take over Hamlet, which is really hilarious.

But this kind of suppressed ambition that was suddenly released can be used to my advantage...

"How's it going? Is it better?"

"Hmph!" Alvin was somewhat brave enough to admit defeat, and said to Lance, "I have nothing to say if I lose at your hands, just kill me."

"Winning or losing is not a big deal, not to mention you didn't lose to me." Lance smiled and left him with a hope.

"What do you mean? If you lose, you lose." Alvin has a very straightforward temper and does not shy away from his failure, but Lance's words also left him with a question.

"Think about it~ Your knights are fully armed. We don't even have any better horses. Our equipment is all in tatters. Even your armor is chipped by weapons. How could you lose to me?"

Seeing the fish entering the nest, Lance did not rush to throw the hook, but guided him to take the bait himself.

Yes! I am well-equipped and they are a bunch of rotten fish, how can I lose to them?

No one wants to admit that they are worse than others, let alone when they are young and vigorous. Now Lance has found a step for him, and he doesn't even need to roll down.

While Alvin was stunned, Lance continued to increase the pressure and revealed his real purpose.

"You actually lost at the hands of those cultists. If they hadn't been harassing you all the way, consuming you, and making you exhausted before the final battle, how could you have lost."

Yes, those are the cultists!

"Wait...a cultist?"

Alvin looked a little confused and couldn't help but look at Lance.

He did remember that the Knights had been attacked by cultists before, and they were quite embarrassed, but it was only once. What happened?

"I heard from those soldiers that you encountered many attacks along the way, but we at Hamlet have never sent anyone to intercept you."

"You mean the mob that attacked us weren't Hamlet's people?"

“Because we were fighting those barbarians at that time, everyone was hiding and didn’t even know you were coming.

When the barbarians attacked us, it was obvious that they regarded you as Hamlet's reinforcements, so those cultists stopped you at all costs.

And soon those barbarians seemed to have received some message and left together with the cultists, and then you appeared not long after. It was obvious that the cultists felt that they could not stop you, so they left. "

"But it was Hamlet they shouted."

"Actually, it's the same, because now in the entire Hamlet area, only our town is still holding on, and the other places have been controlled by cultists."

When Lance said this, Alvin immediately associated everything.

No wonder those unscrupulous people attacked us. The teacher's plan must have come into contact with the townspeople and exposed the Knights. This led to constant attacks and this failure.

That's right! That's it!

Alvin has constructed a whole set of logic, which means that he will subconsciously follow his own set of things when he comes into contact with Hamlet.

And Lance's goal was achieved.

Alvin is a loser who can't reach the core. He is usually either training or fooling around. He really doesn't have any valuable information, but his value is not here.

What Lance has to do is to make him realize the existence of the Ascension Sect and the concept of collusion between the barbarians and the Ascension Sect. His role will not be revealed until he is put back.

Because Lance understood his rebellious mentality and would never admit defeat easily as long as he had an excuse, then the words he said to him today would pass through his mouth and fall into the ears of Count Bastia.

To be honest, Lance didn't care whether Count Bastia would continue to invade Hamlet, or he didn't care at all. He didn't care if he destroyed the areas controlled by the Ascension Sect.

Lance just wants to make them think that Hamlet is a piece of fat, and he wants to use their hands to consume the ancestor.

Because this battle made him realize that death was uncontrollable, and the ancestor continued to absorb power every day in places he could not see.

His initial plan was a bit too naive, because he couldn't control all the places in Hamlet, and the ancestor ordered takeout every day.

Then just accelerate and step on the accelerator.

Exposing Hamlet's weakness attracts those greedy guys, driving the tigers to devour the wolves, while he goes north to attack Huanglong.

Even if those nobles really have the strength to fight at the gate of the town, Lance is confident that he can deal with them. Humans have never been his opponent.

This is not arrogance, Lance thinks it is a kind of confidence.

"Have a good rest. You can go back when the ransom comes. Don't mess around."

After fooling Alvin, Lance left the prison, but continued to move forward with the candlestick in the dark passage. Imprisoned deeper inside was Baron Lawrence.

Opening the door and going in, compared to Laura's attack and Alvin's resistance, the baron seemed very calm about Lance's arrival.

The strong figure was lying on the bed, and the bulging thing in front of him was the gauze dressing the wound.

"Let's talk."

Lance seemed a little casual and took out a stool from the showroom, and his reaction usually represented his approval.

Among so many people, Lawrence is the only one who can withstand Amanda's torture. With his strong will, it is no wonder that he can become the count's right-hand man.

"You can actually save me from my injuries." The Baron did not show strong resistance. To anger others without being threatened is what Alvin would do.

"What's so difficult about this? Hamlet's medical abilities are among the best in the world."

Lance's words are really not bragging. Greendale and Paracelsus, one in medicine and the other in surgery, coupled with his flesh and blood reconstruction, can even cure leprosy. What does his penetrating injury mean?

"We are discussing your ransom. I have set a price of one million gold coins for you. Do you think Count Bastia will pay it?"

Lawrence was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he smiled bitterly, but the loneliness in his eyes was difficult to conceal.

He knew he couldn't go back...

Lance didn't ask because of his silence, but instead took the initiative to change the topic.

"Tell me about your operation this time. I'm afraid Alvin and those knights are too young and have overlooked some details."

Although Lance was probably sure that Wolf Warrior came this time to find Wangcai to complete the ritual, the ancestor's intrusion still made him worried.

"No one can take out one million, but I can give you three hundred thousand gold coins, which is all my family property." Lawrence did not answer, but pulled back, and his attitude changed a little.

His family situation is somewhat special. He only has one daughter, but he has a barony fief, and several of his fief knights have been brought out by him. Without a strong heir, his daughter's fate may be revealed. Eat and wipe clean.

Why did Lawrence support Alvin with all his strength?

Because Alvin was engaged to his daughter, and Lawrence lost his wife early in life, the most precious thing was this daughter.

Does Lance know about this? He must have known it, or heard it from Alvin's mouth.

It was precisely because he knew that he would play this card at the beginning.

Lance looked at him and smiled, everyone has weaknesses...

"Hmph~ are you kidding me?"

Lance sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, and his attitude gradually became arrogant, which was quite a bit like a villain.

"Leading a team to raid Hamlet, saying that thirty elite cavalry can conquer the town, but where is the momentum to capture me alive?

You want to leave with three hundred thousand gold coins. Do you really think Hamlet is a place where you can come and leave whenever you want? "

When he heard this, the blood on Lawrence's face instantly became lighter. To be honest, even when the cavalry collided, he didn't think these loose cavalry could touch his own knights.

But the reality is so outrageous. Who would have thought that this place, Hamlet, is so evil.

Hijack him?

Lawrence just thought about it. Although his injury was not life-threatening, any larger movement could cause the wound to open.

Not to mention the strength of the man in front of me...

It's unclear whether others saw him, but he saw with his own eyes that Lance casually cut away people with his armor, and knocked Alvin off his horse with a casual blow.

He considers himself inferior to this kind of strength, and why do people dare to sit here like this?

Lawrence is not one of those impulsive young men. He has experienced many battles and knows that there is no chance of winning.

"What do you want from me?" Lawrence knew there must be a reason why he rescued him.

Lance also noticed his looseness. It seemed that the loyalty between him and Count Bastia might not be so strong.

"Tell me about your journey."

Lance was not in a hurry at all. The Baron and Count Bastia had not been loyal to him for so many years, let alone to him.

Lawrence didn't know Lance's plan, but he could only play with him when it came to such non-critical information.

The specific situation is similar to what others have said, there is nothing special about it.

During the process, Lance also filled him in on the situation of the Ascension Sect. At this time, Lawrence suddenly realized that he had fallen into the conspiracy of the cultists.

"Alvin asked me what I thought about this battle just now, and I told him..." Lance probably recounted the conversation he had just had with Alvin.

Alvin took the bait easily, but Lawrence could sense the trap in these words.

Even if those people were really cultists, the Knights were not attacked at all in the second half and remained in good condition without being greatly affected at all.

You lose because you can't beat others. Facts always speak for themselves on the battlefield.

But Lawrence reacted quickly. Knowing this, didn't it just prove that he wouldn't let him go?

His face, which had just calmed down slightly for a while, became even more ugly.

A few words roughly figured out his weakness, and his reaction just now made Lance more sure that he couldn't let him leave Hamlet. At the same time, it was once again confirmed that the purpose of Wolf Warrior had nothing to do with the ancestor, at least not before this, so the conversation would end here.

"Good night."

Lance stood up to leave, but Lawrence spoke up.

"I admit that you are very powerful, but you don't want to face Count Bastia. He is not a young boy like Alvin. If you ask around, you will know that he is one of the six legends of the empire. The barbarian conqueror The Nightmare of the Mountains, the Lord of Bastia..."

Lance didn't pay attention to his words at all, and threw out a sentence casually before he finished speaking.

"I'm going to kill him, just with one knife."

As the iron door closed, Lawrence realized what he was doing. He couldn't help but lay on the bed, gasping for air. His face was filled with fear. No one knew what he had just experienced.

Lance is really not a braggart. The champion-strength Wolf Warrior double mutation has been hacked to death by him. The levels certified by these people are simply not proportional to those certified by the panel.

What legend?

The one I just killed was a legend.

Lance originally wanted to leave, but when he passed by, he heard some strange noises and couldn't help but walked over there.

The flickering of candlelight could be seen in the crack of the half-open door, and the closer the sound got, the louder it became. He was very familiar with that kind of lustful sound, and it was obvious that there was more than one person coming and going.

Good guy! Why don’t you call me Kaiyin Party?

Lance didn't hesitate, opened the door and walked in.

Thanks to [Huohuo2359] for the 100 reward.