The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

Those people are really decisive when they make a move.

"Then Master Mu En, what should we do next?"

Seeing that Mu En didn't doubt his meaning, Xiao En asked with a sigh of relief.

"How to do it...Of course I went back to the academy to hide. I don't think that this failed assassination can catch those people's feet. Since they dare to do it, they must have made a follow-up plan."

Mu En knocked on the table, thinking:

"As for you, be your consul for the time being, and you don't need to worry about other things. I'm afraid you are not qualified to step into the vortex. Regarding the assassination, someone will help me deal with it."

"Yes."

"By the way, you can interrogate the living assassin. The result is not important. What is important is that you have to give the result... to His Majesty."

Xiao En was stunned for a moment, then he came back to his senses, a ruthlessness that had never been shown in front of Mu En flashed in his eyes, he grinned sneer and said:

"Don't worry, Master Mu En, I'm very good at interrogating things like this."

"Really? That's fine."

Looking at the confident Xiao En, Mu En couldn't help but smile.

He didn't care how much trouble the things pried out of the assassin's mouth could bring to those behind the scenes, as long as he could disgust them, Mu En was already very satisfied.

After all, it can be said that he is the only commander in the whole Duke's family now. Although he can mobilize some resources in the name of the Duke, and even spend some money, it is not difficult to invite strong people to protect him personally, but it is not difficult to confront those people head-on. It is very irrational behavior.

Those people are still hiding in the dark after all.

So the safest way now is to hide back to the academy obediently.

He couldn't believe that those people were so clever and dared to put their paws under Teacher Meera's nose.

Wretched development is the right way.

And, in any case, time was on his side in every sense of the word.

When the engagement ceremony with Celesia is completed, he will be able to hug her black silk thigh every day openly.

When the time comes, as long as you hug yourself a little tighter, are you afraid of these little bums who don't dare to show their faces and only dare to poke secretly?

This is Bellrand after all, not their back garden.

"It's getting late, I'll go first."

"You walk slowly."

"I'll leave the finishing touches to you."

"This is what I should do."

Saying goodbye to Xiao En casually, Mu En put her hands behind her back and hummed a ditty, as if she had never experienced a thrilling assassination, and walked towards the college unsteadily.

It's a pity that I couldn't walk side by side with the future saint, otherwise it would be a pleasant thing.

……

……

late at night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Lawrence took off the conspicuous armor, changed into casual clothes, covered his face with a wide-brimmed black hat, and walked cautiously all the way to a remote manor.

After confirming that no one was following him, Lawrence knocked on the gate of the manor.

"It's me, Lawrence."

He whispered into the manor.

crunch--

The rusty door opened slowly, making an unpleasant sound like howling a ghost.

But there was no one behind the door, as if the door was opened by itself.

Lawrence didn't make a fuss, pressed down his wide-brimmed hat, and walked into the manor.

The door closed automatically behind him.

The manor was silent, with neither lights nor figures.

On both sides of the path that could barely be regarded as a road, weeds were overgrown, almost covering his waist.

It seems that this place has been abandoned for a long time, and there is no trace of life.

Lawrence carefully pushed aside the weeds and made his way to the deepest part of the manor.

The buildings covered with withered and yellow vines are full of the breath of time, like the residence of ghosts in a storybook novel.

Lawrence took a deep breath, glanced at the closed door, but did not go in.

Instead, he stretched out his hand and lifted the place where the vines were densest, and a hidden secret door appeared in front of him.

He stooped and walked through the door.

In the pitch-black passageway, dim candlelight lights up.

At the end of the spacious room, an extremely tall man whose face could not be seen clearly stood with his hands behind his back, staring at a huge portrait on the wall.

It was a woman, but the light was too dark to see her true face clearly.

Lawrence stood in the shadows, bowed his head, and stood respectfully still.

a long time.

The man didn't even look back at Lawrence, he stared at the portrait seriously, and asked casually:

"I saw him."

"Yes."

"How does it feel?"

Lawrence pondered for a moment and said:

"As the intelligence said, the fighting spirit is at the second level, but the foundation is very solid, and it can be seen that the Duke gave him a very good foundation.

As for the magic power...the magic power capacity is good, but the realm level...I can only say that it has reached the average level of the Campbell family. "

"anything else……"

"and also……"

Lawrence paused for a moment, then said:

"It's like rumors."

"gossip?"

"Floppy footsteps, black eye circles, and the obvious appearance of excessive indulgence, from all angles, he is indeed just a dissolute and playful nobleman."

"..."

In the suffocating silence, the man finally turned his head, and he took a deep look at Lawrence.

Lawrence's head was covered with cold sweat, as if under tremendous pressure, he lowered his head, not even daring to look at him.

"is it?"

The man suddenly smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, Lawrence, you have only experienced a big battle, so you should take a good rest."

"It's my honor to be able to serve you without hard work."

The man didn't seem to want to say anything, just waved his hand.

"Your reward, I will send it to you."

"Thank you!"

Lawrence retreated into the darkness as if he had been pardoned.

When he walked out of the manor, he realized that his clothes were soaked through.

……

"Oh, did you fail?"

After Lawrence left, the man looked at a letter in his hand that appeared at an unknown time, and suddenly showed a piercing sneer:

"What a slutty duke's son."

[WEB] 38. Li Council

"What a slutty duke's son."

A haze flashed in the man's eyes, and when he clenched his hands and spread them out, the envelope had already been reduced to powder in his hands.

The two professional assassins sent all failed.

Failure is not unexpected. After all, as a target, it is normal to have some life-saving props on him.

But what is surprising is that... was caught alive.

This is very abnormal.

Could it be that the assassin's failure was not due to any props, but was crushed by hard power?

It's not even possible for them to cut themselves off at critical moments.

It's a pity that the action over there was very fast, and all witnesses were restrained, and the details of the situation at that time are not yet known.

but……

That's all harmless.

After all, this attack itself was just a temptation.

"Push those sheep out."

All thoughts were received to the deepest part, and the man's eyes were once again deep and indifferent like an ancient well.

"Yes……"

The dim candlelight twisted, as if someone was passing by.

The man glanced over the portrait for the last time, stretched out his hand, and stroked it.

Then tap lightly.

The whole portrait suddenly sunken, the mechanism twisted, and a secret door appeared in front of the man.

The man walks into it.

After crossing the not-so-long passage, a bright room appeared in his sight.

But there is nothing in this room, only a chair, and an incense that has already been lit.

The chair was unpretentious, but there was a faint fluctuation of magic power.

As for the incense, it is just ordinary incense, which can soothe the nerves.

The man sat on the chair, leaned back on the soft pillow, and completely relaxed his tall body involuntarily.

He closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.

Then, on the large chair, the luster of the magic power became more and more intense, and finally condensed into a little firefly light, along the long and narrow chimney at the top of the room, all the way up, and up.

Finally disappeared into the endless night.

……

There was a lot of noise around my ears.

The man opened his eyes.

"Damn it, we were tricked, that old bastard Aldrich was too ruthless, woo woo woo... My ancient magic tool, it was my grandfather's treasure, and I finally confessed it all!"

"Why? We paid so many precious treasures and treasures, but got nothing, but those low-level noble families can get higher status and rewards by only sacrificing a few insignificant lives. Not fair! Not fair!"

"The gang of rats in the lower city! What did you say that they don't want to cause trouble during the crackdown? They forgot, who was their backer? Then they became good babies because the leader of the rats in the lower city changed?"

"Bruce Wayne! Bruce Wayne, I found out about this name. He is called the new dark emperor of the lower city. The reason why those mice are so bold is because of him!"