Chapter 471 (1/2)

With a shiver, Ryan Cutler awoke from his sleep.

”Hiss...” But before he got up, he covered his forehead.

The excessive drinking at the celebration banquet left him in a state of headache.

The winter night came early, and it was dark outside.

The Avellan show attracted a lot of tourists, but it also filled all the hotels in the town. Even the benefactor of Cutler's troupe, the mysterious bard, had to pay three times the room price to grab two empty rooms out of the check-out room.

Fortunately, as an entertainment troupe traveling all over the eastern plains, Ryan didn't mind sleeping in his own car with his wife Especially when there are trophies from the previous performance convention in the carriage.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the gilded trophy in his heart.

At first, their troupe took part in the competition only on the spur of the moment, with a bit of luck. Even though he was very satisfied with his wife's choreography, he also knew how many troupes were covetous for the honor of winning the competition and the huge prize of 100 gold coins.

After the dancer of his troupe was poached by the rose troupe, he was saddened to realize the helplessness and humiliation of his poor troupe.

Ross wants to buy his own troupe, but Ryan knows that the target is not Cutler, the small and broken troupe, but his wife.

Looking back on his still sleeping wife's face, Ryan's expression softened a little.

He was just an ordinary man with no special talent, while she was the daughter of a small aristocrat. After they were in love at the beginning, they took a long time to get together, and even let his wife break with the family and no longer have the surname that once made her proud.

From the original luxury to the present thrifty, from the original carefree to worry about livelihood all the time, even the original white hands are full of calluses due to long-time housework and labor, no longer delicate and tender.

However, his wife has never said anything, has been silent to pay.

So even for her, I have to work harder.

Lane felt the leather pocket in his arms, which contained 90 gold coins as prize money. Somehow, the puppet girl said that she had gained enough this time, so she only took 10 gold coins, while the mysterious bard refused the gift of gold coins after accepting a poor gem.

It made Ryan happy and uneasy at the same time.

Ninety gold coins - that's enough to buy a small show of the size of Cutler.

If you give him time to develop well, not to mention the medium-sized performing troupes like Ross, maybe even the large ones are not a problem!

But at the same time, this huge amount of money is like a piece of fat, enough to make those lawless people covet them.

In Avellan, it's OK. The Lord hasn't left yet. If there's a news that the Performing Arts Troupe just won the prize and was robbed the next day, even for his own face, the Lord will order a thorough investigation and bring the culprit to justice. But once you leave Avellan, those who hide in the darkness that the sun can't find will be eager to do something to them!

”Maybe it's better to spend most of the money tomorrow.” After carefully covering the quilt for his wife, Ryan lay down again and looked at the roof of the carriage, thinking about the following: ”it happens that many small performing arts troupes have not left Avellan. They buy some reputable ones, buy some spare materials and so on, and then hire some mercenaries to protect them. If they make a big noise, they should be OK.”

However, he always felt uneasy for some reason.

Finally, more and more confused, Ryan got up, put on his clothes, opened the door of the carriage, and planned to go out to chat with the demon swordsman who was guarding the night by the campfire. By the way, he calmed down his still stinging head through the cold winter air.

However, at the moment when he opened the door, he noticed something was wrong. The swordsman by the fire fell to the ground. With the help of the fire, he could see the dark red liquid flowing slowly under him.

Then a silvery dagger hit his throat.