Chapter 86 Viscount and Assassin

"...The above is the specific information about the Devil's Floating Fish. The people we sent reported that the Blue Star Breeding House is not open today. The owner Dean claimed to be ill, but Al Knight has some knowledge of makeup... I only commented on him. The powder puff is not very even.”

"I see."

Nodding and letting his men leave, Lembel fiddled with the telescope in his hand, adjusting the distance while looking in the direction of the Blue Star Breeding House.

"It's a pity that you can't see the devil's floating fish from this distance. I heard it's expected to become one of the top ten scenic spots in District 13."

After trying for a while, Rembert put away the telescope and sighed.

"But this Dean is a smart guy."

"What he lacks now is not money, but the confidence to really eat this piece of cake."

"It is not easy for a breeder who cannot become a professional to do this."

"The best way is to get on the big ship of the Knights, so if you have time to earn a few fish sales, you might as well concentrate on how to make connections."

Turning to look at the girl in the red dress sitting on the soft stool, holding the Shadow Doll, Rumbel raised his eyebrows and called with a teasing smile.

"What do you think, my dear daughter...Anna?"

"If you don't want your tongue anymore, I can cut it off for you for free."

Anna, or rather the boy whose real name was Anchel, raised his silver eyes and glanced coldly at his inconspicuous employer.

The cold light that shot out of his pupils made no one doubt the truth of his words.

"So fierce."

"With all due respect, your service attitude is really disappointing."

Taking a sip of the red wine next to him, Lembel relied on his status as employer to deliberately tease the young lady in cross-dressing with a cold face.

"They say it's the uncle who spends money. I don't ask to be your uncle anymore. You have to give me a good look on your fake father, right?"

“Good service, but extra money.”

Anchel swung a dagger from his cuff and nailed the price list he had always carried with him to the wooden table opposite.

Rumbel didn't even look at it, just shook his head.

"I have no money!"

"If you can't pay, just endure it."

Anchel held the shadow doll named Antibo and came to a conclusion indifferently.

Rumbel helplessly defended himself.

"When you say this, you should at least look down at the one in your arms, but I paid for it."

"Antibo's money will be deducted from your protection fee."

Anchel said without raising his head.

"Isn't it? You take so much of my protection fee?"

The corner of Rumbel's mouth twitched. Looking at the guy in front of him who had taken away the big head but still had a mediocre attitude, he suddenly couldn't help but wonder if he was spending money to find trouble.

If he hadn't seen this guy take action and had some understanding of his strength, Lembel would really have considered refunding the money.

But even if it was worth the money, he couldn't help but feel heart palpitations when he thought of that huge sum of money.

The assassins of the "Dark Night Rose" organization are not easy to hire, especially for tasks of this kind of protection. The price is ridiculously high. If it weren't for the many magic props passed down from his family and some background, he really wouldn't be able to hire them. Think of this cross-dressing lolita boss.

Pulling out the price list and taking a look at it, Rumbel stayed on the "Silver Streamer" option for a long time. After reading the list of service levels provided, he looked away in embarrassment.

No, it must be reimbursed.

That bastard Samuel, who just pulled the strings and refused to pay, actually had the nerve to come to him for help. This was outrageous and a shame to the Imperial Knight Commander! When he goes back, if he doesn't empty out this guy's little treasury, his surname will not be Windsor!

After making a decision silently in his heart, Rumbel casually took a piece of apple, forked it with a fork, and handed it to Antibos.

"How about you pet him? I've been training this little guy for so long. Is there any result?"

"Antibo doesn't eat apples, he likes to eat peaches."

Avoiding the fork, Anchel explained coldly, and then as if to confirm his words, he took the peach chunks next to him and fed Antibo two pieces.