Late at night, in the lord's hall on the first floor of the wooden castle, a group of people gathered around the table, watching the local dog on the ground licking the mutton soup just served by the kitchen servant.

A moment ago, after Oliver entered the wooden castle through the back door with mutton soup, the two spies who were secretly observing quietly left. One of the spies responsible for the surveillance task went to the wooden castle hall to report to Ron after the thin man slipped into the kitchen and poisoned him.

, the other person continued to observe the movements of the two people. When Oliver entered the wooden castle with the mutton soup, he was immediately stopped by Ron, who had been waiting in the lobby on the first floor.

At this time, Art's family had already fallen asleep. After Ron learned that the two spies planned to take action tonight, he decided to use their tactics to find out their true purpose.

In order to create an opportunity for the spies to strike, Ron asked Oliver, who was good at disguise, to dress up as a servant in the kitchen. After preparing everything, he took the opportunity to run to the latrine and let the two guys show their tails. Sure enough, when Oliver left the kitchen,

The two guys finally took action~

"Look, this dog~" Oliver pointed at the native dog licking the mutton soup.

After a while, the native dog became weak and staggered, like a drunken man, and could not walk steadily. Then his body began to twitch, and then he fluttered desperately. After struggling for a while, he began to vomit blood. He watched the native dog desperately trying to move around the house.

The thump caused the crowd of spectators to scatter in all directions.

After a while, the native dog, who was no longer struggling, fell to the ground and died. The hall was filled with blood and it was a tragic scene.

"This~" Ron, who had always been calm, also seemed a little at a loss.

"Sir Ron, it seems that those two bastards are here to assassinate you. MD, I will lead people to arrest them both now!" Oliver was filled with anger, rolled up his sleeves and planned to walk out the door.

"Stop!" Ron said to stop Oliver. "Don't alert them yet. Just send someone to monitor them, but they must not be allowed to leave the room again. I will deal with it after I report it to the master tomorrow morning."

"Hey~" Oliver felt a little annoyed. "Yes, I will arrange for a few more people to keep an eye on these two bastards!"

After Oliver and others left, Ron walked over to the bowl of mutton soup that was no longer steaming and took a look. He sighed in a low voice: "What a risk!"

"Keep this bowl of mutton soup for now~" Ron ordered the guard beside him.

"Yes, sir."

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Early the next morning, Art hurried downstairs after washing up.

"Ron?"

"Master~" Ron slowly stood up and walked towards Art.

"Why are you here?" Art was puzzled. Normally Ron should still be at home at this time, but I don't know why he was waiting here so early today.

Ron approached Art and whispered: "Master, those two spies finally showed their tails last night and planned to poison you~"

Art rubbed his groggy eyes and looked solemn.

"Where are those two bastards now?" Art suddenly turned around and looked at Ron, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

"They are still in the warehouse of the trading company. I have sent extra manpower. They can't go anywhere today."

Although he was well prepared, Art still felt a little angry about this.

"Bring those two bastards to me, I want to interrogate them myself!"

"Yes, sir." Ron called to the five or six guards guarding the door and headed toward the warehouse of the trading company aggressively.

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In the warehouse of the commercial bank in the south of the residential area, the two guys on duty, although they only returned at midnight yesterday, were already sitting at the table early this morning, waiting for the news of the death of the Earl of Wales.

There was a plate of peas and two glasses of beer on the table. The two of them clinked glasses from time to time. They were in high spirits and their faces were red from drinking. Once the mission was completed and they returned to Lombardy, not only a large reward but also status would be waiting for them.

promote.

"Hey, why do I always feel like something was wrong last night?" Flat Nose muttered after taking a sip of beer, wiping the remaining juice from the corner of his mouth and pondering the details of last night's actions.

The thin man picked up the peas on the table and stuffed them into his mouth, then glanced at his flat nose. "What, you don't believe me?" After speaking, he picked up the beer and took a sip.

"No, no, no, Brother Joel, just because the Earl sent you to come with us this time is enough to prove your ability. But I always feel that this matter should not be so easy to succeed."

"You, just wait peacefully, I guarantee that the earl is already dead. With that amount of medicine, it can kill ten hungry wolves." The thin man said with confidence.

"Otherwise," Flat Nose suddenly put down the wine glass in his hand, "I will find a chance to sneak around the wooden castle later to see if there is anything unusual. If that bastard is not eliminated, I will not be able to live in peace for a day!"

"Keep your voice down, if anyone hears it, we will lose our heads~" The thin man quickly walked towards the door, intending to open the door lightly and check~

The flat nose disagreed, then he picked up the wine glass and put it to his mouth. Seeing that there were only a few drops of beer left in the glass, he tilted his head and poured the beer at the bottom of the glass into his mouth, and smashed it twice. "There is no more wine, you kid.

Where is your wine? Bring it out quickly!"

The thin man stood blankly at the door, his hands already holding the door half open without making a sound.

"Hey, didn't you hear me? Where did you hide the wine?" Flat nose stood up slowly, leaning on the table, and staggered towards the door. There was some patience in his tone.

The flat-nosed man walked behind the thin man and patted his shoulder with his right hand, half-opening his swollen eyes.

"Where's the wine?" Flat Nose tried to turn the thin man around who was facing the door. As soon as he put his hand on the thin man's shoulder, a tremor spread through his palm to his arm. When Flat Nose came to his senses and tried to turn the thin man around, he discovered this

The guy was still unmoved.

So, the guy stretched his hand towards the half-open door and tried to remove the thin man's hand from the door. When the door opened, the scene in front of him shocked the guy.

At some point, there were already seven or eight sword-wielding guards standing outside the door, glaring at the two men fiercely. The guy at the front had already put his sword against the thin man's neck.

Flat nose wiped his eyes with his left hand, thinking it was his hallucination. When he looked at the people again, one of them kicked the already drunk guy to the ground. When Flat nose reacted,

Several other people have already drawn their swords and surrounded them~

"You~ you're not that~" Flat Bi was stunned, and the kick just now made his stomach churn.

"What's wrong with me?" Oliver joked, imitating that guy's tone. Several guards laughed.

"Okay, kidnap these two bastards and take them away. I want to interrogate them myself!"

"yes!"

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In the lobby on the first floor of the Valley Wooden Castle, two guys dressed as guards had their hands tied behind their backs and fell to their knees. Their faces were still red from drinking too much.

Art, who was sitting at the top, was sitting upright, with the guard Ron standing beside him. Oliver and several other task force members and the guards responsible for Art's safety stood behind the two spies with swords.

The two people kneeling on the ground gradually sobered up due to fear. They smelled of alcohol and had cold sweat on their foreheads.

"I only give you one chance to tell you honestly who sent you here and why you poisoned me. If you lied to me, I guarantee that you will not survive today." The sound of Art slapping the armrest scared two people.

The person trembled.

The two looked at each other, neither of them dared to speak. Because they knew that once the mission was exposed, even if they did not die in Art's hands, they would be executed by Walder Burley when they returned to Lombardy. In their opinion, they simply refused to admit it.

, use this as a weight to negotiate terms with Art, and maybe you can save a life.

"Don't tell me, right? Ron~" Art turned to Ron and nodded gently. Ron left for a moment and walked in not long after, carrying a sack soaked in blood.

Art winked at Ron, who reached into the sack and slowly took out the bloody head inside, still in front of the two of them.

"Ah! Lord Earl, please spare my life!" Looking at the head rolling on the ground, the thin Joel shouted loudly.

"Spare my life? When you two poisoned me last night, did you ever think of sparing my life?" Art asked.

"I~we~"

"Let me ask you one last time, who sent you here?"

The thin man knelt on the ground and desperately begged for mercy.

"Shut up! What are you afraid of? I don't believe he will kill us." Looking at the cowardly appearance of the thin man, he shouted angrily with a flat nose.

"You bastard, you dare to be so harsh!" Ron went up and punched and kicked his flat nose, then grabbed his hair and raised his head.

"Master, why don't you let this bastard taste the poison they gave you?" Ron said breathlessly, baring his teeth and looking sharply.

"Okay, then let him fulfill his wish!"

Then the guard brought in the bowl of mutton soup that he had put away last night.

"You two, pry his mouth open for me!" Ron ordered. Then one of the guards locked Flat Nose's neck, and the other man opened his mouth with all his strength.

"Tell you to be tough! Give it to me! Drink!" Ron then poured the mutton soup into the flat-nosed throat, choking the guy and coughing.

"Ah~ah~ help me! Save me!" Not long after, Flat Nose fell to the ground and struggled desperately. His hands that were tied behind his back turned purple from the struggle.

The thin man kneeling beside him kept shaking, and his face began to twitch. His eyes moved back and forth between Art and the flat nose.

Poof~

After struggling on the ground for a long time, his flat nose vomited blood and kept coughing. The guard standing beside him hurriedly backed away. But Ron was unusually calm, because he had already seen the reaction of the local dog after drinking the mutton soup last night.

The guy in front of me is no different from that chicken, both are scapegoats.

"Sir, this bastard is out of breath." Oliver took his hand back from the nose of the guy who fell to the ground.

"Drag him out, chop off his head and hang it at the gate of the border post." Art said lightly. Then his eyes fell on the other guy.

"My Lord Earl, I say! I say!" The thin man burst into tears and his attitude changed 180 degrees.

"Why, are you scared now?" Art pretended not to care and turned his face to one side.

Immediately, this guy revealed Walder Burley, the mastermind behind these people. He also explained clearly how these people sneaked into the valley and how they planned to get rid of Art.

Even so, this guy still couldn't escape the fate of being beheaded. As early as the moment Art knew the identities of these guys, they were destined not to come out of the valley alive.

The next day, these two guys were hung on the gate of the border post together with the head of the fat man who had been killed by a hunting dog~
To be continued...