Chapter 20 The Baron's Anger

Late at night, at the baron's house.

"Snapped!"

A pair of pale hands slammed on the table.

"Trash! You are just a bunch of trash!"

The man cursed loudly, spittle flying everywhere.

He had a mean and gloomy face, and his thin body was wrapped in a dress.

Pinned to his chest was a delicate, small medal engraved with an eagle and a sword pattern. Anyone with knowledge can tell that this is the Eagle of the North Wind, the emblem of the Luckman family.

His name was Todd Luckman, a certain son of the old Duke who was not valued, perhaps the twelfth son, a baron who was entrusted to a small and remote place.

The man standing in front of the table is Hart, a rather sturdy middle-aged man who was once a slave trader and later became a steward of the Baron Mansion.

"Sir, I have no choice but to..."

"So you're telling me that all the kobolds ran away? The gold mine was also left alone?"

"No, no, no, please listen to my explanation..."

"What I want is not an explanation, but gold! Yellow gold! Without gold, I would have no money to support the baronial palace, no money to support the army, and I would not be able to return to my family to compete for power with my dear brothers. This is the only way I can survive This is a place where goblins don’t even poop!”

The more Todd talked, the more annoyed he became. When he got to the point of urgency, he kicked the person in front of him without any regard for the so-called aristocratic etiquette.

Hart got up from the ground. There was no complaint about being beaten on his face. He just said: "Sir, the incident happened suddenly. Half of the mercenaries we brought have disappeared."

"According to the mercenaries guarding the kobolds deep in the mines, news of their companions was lost even before they could call for help."

"There are really monsters in that mine!"

"And we have no clue about that thing, we don't know its habits, and we don't understand why it suddenly launched an attack. Under the circumstances at that time, in order to avoid excessive losses for you, sir, I could only lead the people to retreat first. ”

Todd glanced at him contemptuously and said disdainfully: "That only shows that the mercenaries you and you are looking for are useless! If you can be stronger, you won't be able to run away without even seeing the appearance of the enemy."

Hart wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled flatteringly: "That is, how can us despicable civilians compare with you? You are the blood of the noble North Wind Eagle and a powerful spellcaster."

Todd straightened his clothes and said slowly: "That's quite good, and it's quite good."

The Baron sat on the leather chair behind the table, half-lying down, and crossed his hands: Now that the matter has come to this, do you have any other remedies? "

"I need you to give me an explanation."

Seeing Todd calm down, Hart breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Sir, we can go to the Duke and invite some Eagle Guards to protect the safety of the mine. You see-"

"Eagle Guard?" Todd interrupted coldly.

"Thank you for thinking it through."

"Don't you know - they are all my father's eyes and ears? If we let them enter the mine, the gold in it will have nothing to do with us!"

"It will only be transported to Beifeng Castle!"

Hart quickly added in a panic: "I was negligent, sir. This is just a trivial suggestion. With your wisdom, there is a better way, but..."

"That's enough. If we don't see gold again next month, I will take people there myself."

Todd interrupted his defense again and looked at Hart with a chilling look.

"Yes...yes, sir."

"My patience is very limited. There will be no next time, really no more, Hart."

Todd's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

"I understand, sir." Hart quickly lowered his head in response, not daring to meet the Baron's eyes.

"Keep your head up, Hart."

"Do you really know?"

Hart reluctantly raised his head under the command and met the Baron's eyes.

The gaze was cold, with a hint of scarlet in the depths of his pupils. It didn't look like he was looking at his subordinates, but more like looking at a piece of meat on a dinner plate.

"Sir, I really understand." Hart's tone was trembling.

"Get ready and call your useless mercenaries."

"Yes Yes."

"Sir, I'll leave first."

When the baron gave him an order, he accepted it without hesitation and then retired as if fleeing for his life.

"Hoo, ho..."

Hart closed the door and gasped for breath. He knew that he was still valuable to the baron, otherwise it would not be so easy to leave next time.

Inside the door, Baron Todd Hackman was arranging his clothes again in front of the dressing mirror, and involuntarily licked his lips, revealing his extremely sharp teeth.

This is also one of the symbols of the Luckman family.

…

"Is this right here?"

The red dragon stood on a rather tall hill, staring at the seemingly bottomless mine in the distance, and he was holding a kobold in his claws.

"Master, this is it."

Jin Ya couldn't help but rub his head, barely recovering from the dizziness caused by flying at high speed.

"Then take me in."

"My great master, I am just a tiny kobold, this, this..." Cold sweat broke out on Jinya's scaly forehead again.

The mine is a nightmare for these kobolds. Nine out of ten of their relatives have been swallowed by the monster. If they can come out once, they will never want to go back.

Even with the support of the red dragon, it still felt uneasy.

After all, the dragon would not care about the life and death of a dog-headed man.

"What? You don't want to?" said Cassius.

"Of course I do, of course I do."

The dog-headed man saw the red dragon's bad tone and quickly replied.

"It is my greatest honor to serve you, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that I need some time to recall the route of the mine." The dog-headed man's cold sweat was dripping down his chin.

"Cluck, cluck..."

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from a distance, interrupting the conversation and making the dog-headed man feel relieved.

On the road in the distance, several horses galloped over, and there were humans wearing leather armor and crossbows on their waists.

The red dragon slowly dived down, trying to cover its own figure, and whispered to the dog-headed man using the teleportation technique: "Who are they? Do you know them?"

The dog-headed man quietly poked his head out, noticed the decorations of the human knights, and then looked at the faces of several of them clearly before speaking.

"Master, they are the slave traders who enslaved us before. Their boss... I remember his name is Hart."

"Human slave traders? Are they also here to occupy the gold mine?"

"Master, these people seem to be scouts. There were more than 20 of them before, including several professionals. The main force should be waiting behind." The dog-headed man added.

"This is a coincidence. It's just right to use these people to explore the way." Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly.