Chapter 60 Killing Intent From Three Parties

In the very center of Roseburg is the sharp, crimson castle that looks from the outside.

Its name, also called Roseburg.

It looked like a broken sword, pointed indomitably towards the sky, and poured with the blood of a dragon.

In Common Language, the original meaning of the word "Ros" is "broken sword", or "extinct heir". In addition, it also has the meaning of describing the words of the eunuch.

But the irony is... the current holder of Roseburg seems to be dying out.

The current old Viscount was actually sitting back in his place for the third time.

He is now in his 80s, and he is going to leave in his 90s.

Forty-five years ago, he passed his title to his eldest son - his only son. Unfortunately, he died on a woman's belly seven years later, so the viscount position went back to the old viscount himself.

Fortunately, he was still young at that time.

A year after his son's death, he had a middle-aged son and a new son, Alan Barber. In the year when his son was twenty-four years old, he passed on to him his title and the position of lord of the city.

... Even more unfortunate, seven years later his second son died violently. This time he died in his study, and the old Viscount didn't even know who to take out.

At this time, His Excellency Alvin Barcount was already eighty-two years old.

Even if he used magic to force the old man to lie down, he was sure that he would definitely fail in the future.

——Fortunately in misfortune, his young second son is not extinct.

The year Allen died suddenly, his wife was already pregnant. A year later, she gave birth to a baby boy and later died of dystocia.

Now, old Alvin's grandson will soon be six years old.

He was born without a father or mother, and his only blood relative was his grandfather, the old Viscount Alvin. Perhaps because of the premature birth, the grandson of old Alvin was also frail and often bedridden.

Roseburg is about to become a real "Broken Sword Castle" almost immediately.

"Don Juan?"

The old man repeated the messenger's words, his voice hoarse and weak: "He came to Roseburg... for what?"

He is a tall and thin elder, with extremely sparse silver-gray hair that is delicately groomed. He has a ring on his head inlaid with fine gems.

The most striking thing about him is his thin, deep eye sockets that seem impossible to see through. His cloudy eyes were embedded in them, sunken down. Like the moon obscured by dark clouds.

The comfy leather seat would look a lot bigger than his skinny frame. He didn't seem to be sitting firmly on it, but rather like he was dumped on it powerlessly.

Behind Alvin's seat, stood a tall and somewhat sturdy bald man.

He looked to be in his early thirties. There are three bronze rings of different sizes and shapes on the fingers of his right hand, and a heavy bronze necklace hangs around his neck—not so much a necklace as a heavy dog ​​chain.

Although it looks like a bodyguard or an underground boxer. But in fact, his identity is the housekeeper of the Barber family.

Yes, he is Justin Kerney.

A "cursed hunter".

"I smell the extraordinary, my lord."

Justin Kerney whispered, "There are two of them, both of the bronze rank. They don't carry powerful spells."

His voice was dull and honest, sounding like a very calm and reliable person.

"Oh, it seems that our little crow also brought a helper. It's not easy."

Alvin Barber sneered silently: "Sure enough, it's exactly the same as his father.

"By the way, you - say it again. How many of them,

How long until you get into town? "

He sat on the seat, tilted his head slightly, hunched his back and stared at the messenger kneeling on the ground, and said slowly.

Alvin kept his head down. Lifting his head all the time is a big burden on his cervical spine... His neck has made him unable to lift his head, and his legs and arms are as thin as matches.

And being stared at by this old aristocrat who has experienced three generations of monarchs, or even four generations of monarchs, the young messenger couldn't help but look at him.

"He—there are twenty-two of them, my lord. They should be entering the city by now..."

The messenger said tremblingly.

Just being stared at by old Alvin, he felt a chill down his spine.

"Then go and invite them."

"……what?"

"I said, you're going to invite them to be a guest here, don't you understand?"

Old Alvin laughed and said in a hoarse voice and a calm tone: "By the way, only two people are invited... No, three people. Only the blue-eyed bird is allowed to bring two guards over, and it is up to him. Choose, remember?"

"...Yes, my lord."

The young messenger hesitated, but answered quickly.

Although he is still not very clear about this somewhat vague order...such as what to do with the remaining people, when they should enter. But the messenger knew that this was not the time to ask these questions.

He clearly realized the meaning of old Alvin to drive people, so he quickly retired.

After he left, old Alvin turned his head slightly and hissed, "Justin."

"exist."

"Go...notify our guest."

Old Alvin said slowly and softly, word by word: "I also invited him to the dinner party, and said that we have to talk about cooperation. It's time for him to make up his mind... By the way, give him a big surprise as a gift. "

"I don't recommend it, my lord."

Justin said something bluntly, and simply refused: "Once they fight, I may not be able to protect you.

"One of the two supernatural beings who just entered the city has a very strong smell of curse. It should be the son of the black tower. He and Wizard Gerald should have a grudge. And he himself is a wizard of the transformation department. Don't say it's you...if a conflict breaks out, the whole of Roseburg could be in danger."

"Why are you protecting me?"

Old Alvin just glanced at him strangely, and sneered in a hoarse voice: "I invited them to the banquet, but I didn't say I would definitely attend. Could this be their wedding? I still need my elder to speak for them. ?"

"what do you mean……"

"After you have notified the guest, take the child with you. We are staying at the suburban winery tonight. Remember to leave the guards and servants here. The style of the banquet should not be low. No matter which one dies, it is a good thing. Both are wounded...you go and kill them all. If one is badly wounded, the other is in good shape. We'll be on the winner's side for now.

"As for Roseburg..."

When the old man said this, there was a faint look of disgust in his eyes.

His rough and curved fingers slammed on the armrest twice, and whispered coldly:

"—a pile of broken stones, no matter what."

On the other side, 13 Rustywater Street, Gerald's Dentist's Office.

The young man with a gentle smile and an ordinary appearance suddenly raised his head, frowned and sniffed the air, his expression changed slightly.

But his hands kept moving, and he simply pulled out the patient's teeth and threw them into the small box at hand. Take out a small spice packet and stuff it into the tooth cavity.

"Drink some porridge these three days, and don't eat anything too hot."

He instructed softly, took the money and bid farewell to the guests with a smile.

The young dentist frowned slightly and unconsciously turned the delicate silver ring on his left middle finger.

"Old Alvin suddenly became hostile to me and wanted to kill me?"

He murmured, "Strange, why is this?

"Ordinarily I shouldn't have exposed it..."

Gerald thought for a moment, reached for the silver hammer on the table, and with the other hand took out the small box containing the teeth.

He took out six bloody teeth and pressed them one by one into the side of the hammer.

It's like loading a bullet. Every time a tooth is filled in, there will be a strange "click" sound inside the small hammer - it is not a mechanical sound, but a strange sound when the cervical spine is moved.

Until all six were embedded, he reached out and held down the hammer and turned it upside down.

No problem.

Kill it early or kill it late...

Gerald murmured, with a subconsciously gentle smile on his face: "It's good to start tonight.

He pondered for a while, then whispered: "Master Skeleton, stop the prophecy for me—"

"--I am listening."

Without warning, a low voice with overlapping echoes rang in Gerald's ear.

Gerald nodded in satisfaction.