"Uncontrollable factors? Ha, compared to Norton, you are the biggest uncontrollable factor, right?" Viscount Andrew said to Pleasant, covering his chest.
"Oh, really? But I think the newly appointed governor is much more difficult to control than me." Pleasant turned back to the iron cabinet that had been opened and took out the stack of black coins still stored in it. He held the secret scroll in his hand, "Putting my things and Vitor's information together, you really confirmed the relationship between the two of us."
"You've always been a person who takes revenge, aren't you?"
"You are quite right about this." Pleasant patted the scroll in his hand and slowly opened it.
Just when Viscount Andrew wanted to continue to say a few words to Pleasant, an old man wearing a butler's clothes quickly entered the room, and he was holding a glass bottle filled with green liquid in his hand.
"Sir, your medicine." The butler glanced at Plisson, who looked weird with wings, and then respectfully handed the glass bottle in his hand to Viscount Andrew.
Viscount Andrew stood up slowly, grabbed the medicine bottle, opened the cork, and poured it into his mouth. At this time, Plissen, who was looking down at the scroll, had a dark light flashing in his eyes, as if he was saying to himself: "I am indeed a person who must retaliate against evil."
As soon as he finished speaking, Viscount Andrew, who had been fine before, suddenly seemed to have been hit hard by something. He covered his chest and showed an extremely painful expression.
"Are you okay, sir?" The butler extended his hand to Viscount Andrew.
"Get out of here!" He threw away the butler next to him, stumbled a few steps, and cursed at Plissen, who was enjoying himself next to him: "You lunatic!"
"Damn fat man, you know I hate it when people call me crazy." Plisson's smile gradually disappeared from his face, replaced by calmness and indifference.
"Ahem, it's fake, it's fake, it's all fake. Your mouth is full of lies. From three years ago to now, you never wanted to cooperate with me from the beginning." Viscount Andrew's eyes Bursting with angry fire, he waved his fist and rushed towards Pleasant, but the opponent easily dodged it.
"Butler! When did you serve this madman? Three years ago? Or three days ago?" Viscount Andrew shouted angrily at the butler who was standing motionless, but the other party just stood there and did not reply a word.
"It's a little longer than you think, fat guy." Plisson touched the wings on his back and answered on behalf of the housekeeper.
"Honestly, if it weren't for the tight schedule of this mission, we should be able to get along well for a while." Plisson spread his hands and showed a helpless expression, "After all, you are not like Ikanade. Guys are just as annoying.”
"Why? Why! What good will it do to you to kill me?" Andrew's whole body collapsed, but the angry tone in his voice did not weaken at all.
"Complete the mission, and... take revenge!"
"What happened to your sister has nothing to do with me!" Viscount Andrew shouted loudly.
"You are wrong." Plisson's face was slightly distorted, "That matter has something to do with all the nobles in Norton."
"Duke Wobilens will not let you go!"
"Well, I spoke out my master's name without any reservation, just like a child who can't beat others and calls him an adult at home. Do you think I will be afraid? What's more... you can't think of anything at all. A dog he raised." Plisson turned over a few pages of the scroll in his hand, and then stored it in the space of the Eternal Core.
"And even so, I'm not afraid that the Duke of the Golden Elk family will find me, because the next day, the newspapers in Red Rose Harbor will spread that Viscount Andrew died of a heart attack and overdose. information."
"You scumbag!"
"Compared to me, Lord Viscount, you don't seem to be much better. On the surface, you are doing legitimate business in Red Rose Port, but in fact, you are secretly colluding with pirates to smuggle goods to Beicanglan. By the way, you are a slave trader." You also had a hand in the business. My poor sister must have been transported out of Red Rose Harbor by your men! Don’t you think so? Bart Andrew!" Plisson replied angrily.
"You bastard, you have shirked your own responsibilities without a trace. I'm afraid your Black Crow Harbor is not as dirty as..." Andrew's words stopped abruptly. , the medicine he just took contained too much special liquid, and for patients with heart disease like him, a little extra in the medicine is often fatal.
Viscount Andrew died, completely.
Pleasant took out a gold coin from his arms, looked at Viscount Andrew's body lying on the ground and said: "In the next life, remember not to be as stingy as that bastard Sean, who made so much money but didn't give anything to the guards and guards of his mansion. If the servants pay more, you will really deserve to die, aren't you right? Butler Karak."
The housekeeper standing beside him nodded slowly.
"The Andrew family is a hereditary noble. If I remember correctly, Bart should have a younger son. With both his father and mother passing away, Mr. Karak, you are the closest person to this young master. "Plissen flapped his wings and walked slowly to Karak's side.
"Mr. Pleasant, I know how."
"You are a smart person. What I like most is to make friends with smart people. I have a subordinate named Idelina. Tomorrow she will visit the Viscount Mansion. I want to take care of those troublesome businesses managed by Mr. Bart Andrew. , leaving it all to her would be a good choice.”
"I will satisfy you."
"I believe you won't let me down."
Pleasant shook his long black hair, but unexpectedly found that many places in the long black hair had turned back to blue-gray, and the feathers on his body were obviously missing.
"Oh, I lost my color." Pleasant's smile froze on his face. He walked back to Bart Andrew's body with a look of displeasure on his face, and reinserted the bunch of silver keys he had placed on his body. In the pocket of the body.
It seemed that the special power contained in the blood was absorbed by the core brand and fed back to itself. It was not all a benefit. At least, my strengthening time was more than doubled.
"Don't touch the intelligence library underground in the Viscount's Mansion for now. If you want to fake this guy's accidental death, you have to pretend it's a bit more realistic. I believe that soon, the Duke of Wobilens will send someone to inspect this intelligence library. If If we move here, there will be some suspicion." Plisson took back the pile of information about Vitor from the eternal core, "It seems that I have to digest this thing on the spot. complete."
"By the way, if Duke Wobilens really sends someone here, just use the rhetoric I prepared for you:" Viscount Andrew came to this intelligence library to read the information, but he suffered a heart attack. Oh, he was so anxious that he accidentally overdosed on the treatment medicine and died. Wow, this was perfect. "
"I admire your intelligence." A drop of cold sweat broke out on Butler Karak's forehead. In some respects, Viscount Andrew was indeed right. This guy was indeed a lunatic.
