Chapter 471 (2/2)

Two assassin swordsmen who had concealed their body shape by magic emerged from the air and appeared in front of him.

”Keep quiet, sir The one by the campfire has shown you what happens when you don't cooperate One of the swordsmen whispered, his voice was as sharp as scraping a blackboard with his fingernails, so that people could immediately hear that the other person was using a fake voice.

Do you dare to die today? Ryan's heart went to his throat. The temperature was very low, but there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.

”I can give it to you if you want money, but please don't continue to hurt our people.” Lane Cutler finally sighed and let out a little vapid plea for mercy.

”No, we don't want your money, sir.” Unexpectedly, another swordsman shook his head.”But I don't have anything else worth doing here... ”

”It's just work.”

Ryan felt a little dizzy.

At this time, another voice answered his doubts.

”What they want is your beautiful wife.”

The three looked in the direction of the sound.

The mysterious bard, still in his pajamas, came slowly over, as if he could not feel the weight of the dead pig's body.

The two girls who followed him gathered around the fallen night watchman. Then one of the little blue haired girls shook her head at the Bard, indicating that he was hopeless.

”I'm here Well, forget it. I found a contract with magic in this guy's room. ”

Sylvie threw the fat man who had been given the feathering technique to the ground, and then took out a piece of antique pan yellow sheep skin paper: ”it seems that there is a wonderful aristocratic family who has paid a sum far more than the bonus you got, and entrusted him to take your wife with him. And the deadline on the contract is in the last few days. If it fails, something interesting may happen. ”

Seavy's words struck Ryan Cutler's head like a lightning bolt. Why did Ross, a money hungry guy, have a hard time with himself? He would rather have his own pocket bleeding than with Cutler's troupe. He forced his original small performing troupe, which was not wrong, to the present. Now it's clear.

I'm afraid he didn't covet his wife's beauty. Instead, he learned about his wife's original birth from nowhere, negotiated with the family, accepted the entrustment of the other party and asked for high wealth, so he would target himself everywhere.

”Then the two over there,” said Seaver, rolling up the parchment and stuffing it into his pocket. ”Are you going to turn yourself in? Or should I send you to surrender? ”

”Wait a minute, our gold master has been caught by you, and this job will be abandoned naturally.” One of the swordsmen said in a voice, ”in this way, we have nothing to do with each other. You don't have to struggle with each other, do you?”

”No, no, no, it's just over there.” Sylvie pointed behind him.

In the direction he pointed to, there lay the slain night watchman.

”So you are not going to get together with us The voice of the swordsman turned cold.

He thought that the other party's ability to appear near him without their awareness was a little strange, and the strange force that could easily lift rose up. Therefore, he was a bit afraid of SIVI and said so in the principle of more things than less.

However, as a killer, he will not be afraid of this trouble: ”in that case...”

”The negotiations broke down.” Sylvie echoed with a smile.

Then he raised his hand gently