Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 115 114. A chuckle

Count Pringlav Stesa didn't feel the strong smell of blood coming from the back of his study until his handsome face was pressed on the table and deformed.

The big hand pressing on the face was terrifyingly strong.

Count Stesa even felt that his facial bones would be crushed to pieces in front of this palm!

The owner of the palm did not do this. On the contrary, he easily took back his power.

Count Stesa's squeezed facial features returned to normal, leaving only a large and ferocious bloody handprint on the side of his face.

And the big hand with the bloody handprint took the information away from him lightly.

The person behind the chair was walking at a leisurely pace, making a semicircle around the desk and heading towards the guest seat at the desk.

Count Stesa already knew who the person was before he dared to raise his head easily and couldn't see behind him.

The silver roaring bear head necklace is the symbol of the bear sect witchers.

When I checked the information just now, the above briefly introduced the situation of the demon hunter group.

Judging from Count Stesa's method of maintaining interest groups, we know that he is not a nobleman who has prospered in Temeria just by virtue of his noble bloodline.

In fact, he had already extracted 70% to 80% of the main information after briefly reading the entire book of information just now.

Therefore, the moment he saw the necklace, Count Stesa knew that the owner of the information had already arrived.

Stassa also probably knew how he appeared in his study.

Secret passage, there is a secret passage behind the study that leads directly to the basement.

For a nobleman who has grown up to his level and has become a kind of benchmark, it would be strange if there is no secret passage in the family.

The reason he established this after he was in the study room was because he would go there from time to time to have fun, so that he could have some common interests with his friends from the Sun Cult.

The smell of blood on the gloves, and the thirty soldiers who entered the study directly from the secret passage and were on duty in the basement were probably all killed.

He behaves just like in the data, his skills and growth rate are not normal at all!

Cold sweat began to overflow from the pores on his back, and the cold hair from the back of his neck to the top of his head was stretched and stood up.

Stassa wanted to say something, but her mouth seemed to be pinched and she couldn't open it.

In the past, a slight cough could silence the receptions of dignitaries, the self-confident and elegant temperament, the majesty created by power and money, all seemed to have disappeared in this scene! Gone!

Why was this man able to enter the manor silently, why was he able to find the entrance to the secret passage, and why was there no alarm even after killing the thirty guards on duty in the basement? These are no longer important.

Stesa is a very pragmatic person.

Lan En has already walked to his study and is in the same room with him, so everything before is no longer important.

What matters now is how to protect yourself.

The noble earl cautiously raised his head from the table, just in time to see Lan sitting casually on the guest seat opposite the desk.

It was like reading a collection of love poems to pass the time, flipping through the database built around him.

Count Stesa pursed his lips, and beneath his calm expression was a storm of thoughts that was rapidly turning like lightning.

He forced himself to calm down and thought of a way to protect himself. In his life journey to become the top noble he is today, he encountered countless dangers.

Road bandits who were traveling, blood relatives and friends who wanted to divide his family property, officials who stretched their claws on his assets, and even censorship from King Foltest

He got through it all!

This time it will definitely be the same

"Tell me about it. Why are you collecting information on these people?"

"Oriden's actual owner is you, old Allen, Bernie, White, and Mrs. Downer. The child and the child's mother who were almost shoved into the basement by you actually called you 'my lord' when they saw you. ',really interesting."

Before Stassa could clear her thoughts, Lan En smiled and spoke.

He was sitting on the guest seat of the desk, but he was very relaxed with his legs crossed, his body tilted to one side, and his elbows resting on the armrests of the chair.

The smiling expression and tone revealed a high degree of teasing and disdain, like a sheriff interrogating a low-life pickpocket.

You are an ant that I can crush to death at any time. I am just asking you questions now because I want to have fun.

That's probably the expression.

Stassa secretly took a deep breath without any expression.

"We can talk, Lan."

"Talk about it?" Lan En was smiling, but Stesa, who had a wide range of contacts, was sure that the thing in those eyes was terrifyingly cold.

"With a slave trader? A traitor? Using children as bed slaves to hook up with foreigners?"

"You know, dear Mr. Earl. It is true that witchers have no sense of nationality, but how can you say that for people like you?"

Lan En shook a pile of information in his hand.

"When we kill you, there won't be any fluctuation in our hearts."

When he shook his hand, the sticky blood and minced meat on Lan En's gloves splashed onto the earl's face.

But the count himself showed no signs of movement. He just took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his face.

"Are you really sure, Lan?"

His tone was slow and his eyes looked directly into those cat eyes.

Before Lan En could respond, he spouted a long paragraph, showing his good eloquence and calm thinking.

"You want to kill me. Although I can't understand your motives, I can probably guess that you are doing it for those children. But if you kill me, what will happen to you and those children?"

"You're all going to die. You'll be here soon after I die."

"You are very powerful. You can kill thirty masters silently, but what about three hundred? What about three thousand?"

"Of course, you can doubt whether my subordinates will still be so loyal after my death, and whether they will still pursue revenge and kill me. But there is no such thing as 'loyalty' in this kind of thing, Lan En. We talk about interests.”

Stesa's tone was calm and determined.

"It's not that I'm arrogant, my power has long gone beyond the scope of a normal earl. It can't even be simply called a 'power', but should be called a 'power group'. This name represents the power I control. It’s powerful, but it also shows how complex this power is.”

"Below me, among the groups that are attached to me, there are also leaders!"

"Once I die of murder, guess what these people will do in order to prove their ability to continue to maintain the existence of the 'power group', prove their 'chivalry', and become the new leaders?"

Without waiting for Lan En to answer, the earl said decisively.

"They will hunt down the murderer! Lan En, the moment you kill me, your head and those children will become the best evidence for these people to rise to power. Do you think they are fighting for everything I have now? How crazy can inheritance rights be?”

"Even if it's Foltest, do you think he will thank you and go toe-to-toe with my subordinates against dozens of worthless, poor children for you?"

"If you kill me here, you will die eventually. Die with me."

"But if you change your mind, Lan En, do you really have the heart to waste the power you have?"

Stesa spoke word by word.

He looked at Lan En's cat eyes as if he were looking at a student to whom he had devoted all his efforts.

Sincere and sincere.

But the witcher across the table just listened quietly.

"ha."

A chuckle.

Stesa's face suddenly froze.