The moonlight illuminated the small courtyard in the villa, and several guards were on duty.
Cowboy Garcia is patrolling with a Force firearm. This job is not only boring, but also has little meaning.
It was okay now. By the second half of the night, even with his second-level elite extraordinary physique, he would feel tired, but he was still meticulous.
He knew that if someone really came to assassinate Renn, it would definitely be a very strong person, and they might not be able to detect it.
Moreover, even if they find out, the other party dares to kill Renn, a young man in the temple. It is not easy to crush him and a few guards who are only at the first level of strength.
Working as a janitor for your boss, a relatively leisurely job that is usually easy to curry favor with your boss, has recently become very dangerous.
Even though Merova City is a big city and a bustling villa area, which is not suitable for demons and assassins from underground organizations, the enemy may not always stand still.
'It feels like my head is going to move at any moment! '
Although he felt a little panicked, Garcia still carried out his patrol duties meticulously.
This is not a question of whether patrols are useful or not, but a question of attitude.
Regardless of whether it is of any use, your efforts must be seen by the leader!
'Wealth can be found in danger, wealth and honor can be found in danger...'
Cowboy Garcia kept thinking silently in his heart.
He knows that in order to gain the respect and trust of his boss, the most important thing is loyalty! The second is strength.
Garcia is quite satisfied with his current life and career.
Because this is very promising! ──In this world, it is very difficult for common people to transcend the shackles of class.
Many grassroots extraordinary people with some strength and ability can only become adventurers and servers for the rest of their lives... They may gain fame and wealth, and live a relatively comfortable life.
However, this cannot elevate him and his descendants.
Therefore, in the next generation, their descendants have to repeat the struggle from the beginning, or they are buried.
Those who have the chance to become nobles are those who have large-scale wars, especially wars with demons, which will always eliminate many old nobles.
There is also the rise of new aristocratic families, and his boss Ren is a newly rising aristocratic force!
Precisely because of the new rise, the vacant knights and knights class are waiting to be filled - this is what Garcia is truly pursuing.
A 20-year-old young man with great talent and a bright future.
As long as Ren becomes a saint, even if the Ackerman family has no foundation before, it will not be difficult for a saint to build a prosperous Earl family from scratch.
Under normal circumstances, a local earl may confer hundreds of knights and more than a dozen knights in the territory.
Cowboy Garcia's ambitions are not big. Obtaining a hereditary knight's estate of several hundred acres of land is his lifelong goal!
Seize the chestnuts from the fire in the war, or follow the rise of the new rich.
As far as he knew, these were the two ways to make a fortune.
What makes Garcia feel very coincidental is that the 500-acre estate that his boss Renn is about to acquire from the Farrowland royal family is in the Wilton area!
To the south of Wilton is the city of Diramo, which is on the edge of the Pugney Plain.
And the plain is the sixth era, the first turbulent battlefield between humans and demons, burning with blood and fire... It is the most suitable place for upstarts and grassroots to make achievements.
So the opportunity is right in front of you!
"The horn to welcome the king's return has not sounded, the fluttering flag has not been planted in the ancient blue brick city, the withered rose has not yet bloomed, and the red dragon's horn has been cut in half...
However, I am willing to follow you, my brother, my leader, my king..."
Walking in the night, Cowboy Garcia softly recited passages from the famous Farrowland epic - "Song of the Conqueror".
He even had the feeling that the gears of fate were turning.
Thousands of years ago, William Henry Clement, the founding emperor of Farrowland and the "Conqueror", rose up in the area of today's Wilton.
He defeated the demon army in the Fifth Age and established Faloran, and most of the people who followed him have now become nobles.
And Garcia believes he, too, is following a legend.
He struggled for 11 years, went through ups and downs, and finally saw the dawn of becoming a noble. He also saw that epics and tragedies about heroes, races, wars... and beauties were about to be staged in that ancient wasteland.
The strong will not tolerate provocation, and the king will not allow retreat.
Cowboy Garcia knows this is a critical moment.
Renne is about to meet his first hurdle in becoming a landed aristocrat.
The cowboy believed in his own vision, believed that the boss would definitely win, and initially established the majesty of the strong.
………
A ray of bright moonlight fell from the window sill, the curtains fluttered, and a cool breeze flowed into the living room.
The lights were bright, and a glass chandelier swayed in the wind.
After taking out the artistic photo from the box, Renn did not act immediately, but slept in the bedroom.
An afternoon was wasted like this.
After eating the dinner prepared by the maid, he practiced in the secret room for a while.
Since he had to contact someone at a fixed time, he rarely went to see Kesha for a tryst. He didn't return to the living room until the early morning.
The maid, cook, and gardener at home have fallen asleep, and there is no one in the living room.
Ren held the artistic photo of a certain widow, turned it to the back, turned the dial to the number written on it.
The call was quickly connected.
But no one on the other side said anything, and Ren was not surprised. He said the secret code in a deep voice: "A bitch is ruthless, and an actor is ruthless. I'm here tonight to reveal your true face."
"Huh, you devil! What's the matter?"
After a few seconds of silence, a woman's pleasant voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
Even when he is cursing, he gives people a soft and enchanting feeling.
"Madam, what you said seems so out of touch. I still hope that you can be honest with me like that time."
While holding the microphone and admiring the naked artistic photo of Mrs. Ellie in his hand, Master Lane revealed a playful and evil smile.
Lady Ellie, the second wife of Baron Carmel.
She was originally the daughter of a blacksmith in the Orange Town of Pugni Plain, and she and cowgirl Susanna were once best friends.
After the death of the Baron's husband, since the only direct heir to Baron Carmel's family was still young, Lady Ally, the widow, was temporarily the actual controller of the family.
"Ren, you devil, you scumbag...the Arrancar plan has not progressed yet, what do you want me to do?!"
Upon hearing the words "Be honest", Mrs. Ellie's voice became a little angry.
Even on the other end of the phone, Ren could imagine her gnashing her teeth. He curled his lips and said:
"Madam, who among us is following the other? Don't be angry. This has nothing to do with the plan. I'm just asking for your help with a small matter."
"What's the matter?" On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Ai Li suppressed her anger slightly.
"At the edge of the plain, a group of well-fed nobles formed an interest alliance. Recently, they started biting me crazily and targeting the Thorn Security Company.
Madam, don't tell me you don't know about this. "Ren said calmly.
The Baron Carmel family are the hereditary nobles in the Duramo area.
"So what if you know?" Mrs. Ellie snorted coldly, "The trouble you caused yourself has nothing to do with me!"
"Madam, do you need me to remind you how great your figure is and how white and tender your skin is? Tsk, tsk, looking at your photos in the middle of the night, I can't control myself."
Ren rubbed the artistic photo with his fingers, his voice was evil.
"You scumbag, you scoundrel... do you like to bully us orphans and widowed mothers so much?" Mrs. Ally's voice on the other end of the phone was a little choked, like the pitiful tone of voice when she was holding back tears.
'You are such a great actor, even the Oscar-winning actress doesn't have a show like you. '
Renn cursed in his heart and was not moved at all.
Why did Baron Carmel divorce his first wife and marry his mistress, Lady Ellie?
Why did the baron "die young" in his prime? Why did the children of the baron’s first wife “died of illness”?
Why is it that in such a large baronial family with lush branches and leaves, there is only one direct heir left, Mrs. Ally's young son?
Renn knew that everyone who had been used by this woman or became an obstacle to her would already be smiling, even her husband!
"Madam, I won't say any more nonsense. I heard that the noble alliance is recruiting people to deal with me. Don't you hate me?
That's right, you represent the Baron Carmel family, join the noble alliance, and come together to fuck me... Do you understand? "
Ren was too lazy to make excuses with her and said with a smile on his face.
"You want me to...take it as..."
Mrs. Ellie reacted immediately and was a little surprised.
"Madam, you are so smart, don't you need me to explain more? Baron Carmel's family is also an old noble in that area, I believe they will welcome you to join.
Madam, you must take part in this.
Then use your ingenuity to help them make suggestions, and together we can happily deal with the warmongers, careerists, and evil scumbag Sir Ackerman!
Also, remember to report to me regularly how you plan to fuck me to death.
For example, what methods have been used, who have been mobilized, and what plans are being implemented, do you understand? "
In the living room, the lights flickered. Master Ren was holding a microphone and crossing his legs, smiling lowly.
The laughter is a bit weird, like an old man's laughter.
"I understand."
Mrs. Ellie on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then agreed, but she needed a reward:
"Ren, what benefits can I get from helping you?"
"The good thing is - from now on, I will protect you orphans and widowed mothers, so that no one else will bully you." Ren leaned back on the sofa and said lazily.
"That's it?" Mrs. Ai Li's voice was a bit unbelievable. Do you want to dismiss her with just empty words?
After yawning, Ren said without blushing and without a beating heart:
"Madam, how about I give you another 10 gold coins, and use them as some milk powder money for your child? You're welcome."
"You... damn it, I won't help you, find someone else!" Mrs. Ally said angrily, feeling that she had been tricked.
"Madam, I advise you to reconsider."
Ren rubbed the beauty's naked photo in his hand and said in a very evil tone:
"Don't forget, I once took your beautiful artistic photos, and now I am the only one who appreciates them. But if I send them to a certain newspaper... Haha, madam, if you don't want to become famous in Farrowland, you'd better do as I ask. Do."
"You devil! Rogue! Scumbag! Why don't you go to hell!"
Mrs. Ellie's voice trembled with anger and she cursed wildly.
Ren was unmoved. She had deliberately instigated him to kill the drug lord Matt in the first place.
Although she gained a lot from that battle, she was also used as a thug.
After realizing that he couldn't outwit this vicious black widow, he did the most shameless thing in his life - he attacked the widow's house at night and bullied the orphans and widows.
Ren directly transformed into a flower picker and climbed over the wall into Baron Carmel's house in the middle of the night.
He used Mrs. Ally's young son as a threat to take artistic photos of her.
"You bastard! What a bullshit kingdom's young talent, you are just a scum who only knows how to bully orphans and widowed mothers!"
Over there, Mrs. Ellie was pinched in her weak spot and cursed angrily.
One mistake turned into eternal hatred. She really didn't expect that Ren would be so unscrupulous, without any arrogance or bottom line as a genius.
"Haha, madam, to be honest, I have more integrity than you. Unlike you, I don't recognize people when I lift my skirt...
You should know that I have become a saint, and you are lucky to be able to follow me. If you don't help, I won't have time to take you flying with me next time. "
Ren's words were very rude.
His current reputation in the Faroran Kingdom is on par with Sophie the "Black Rose", Michelle the "White Sword" and others, so he is qualified to say so.
"Okay." After a moment of silence, Mrs. Ellie agreed.
She is a smart woman and knows Wren's potential.
Moreover, she has been forced by him to carry out the dangerous "Arrancar Plan". If he were to die at this time, she would not end well.
"Also, madam, I would like you to do one more small favor."
"What's up?"
A cold and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Ren's mouth:
"It's very simple. Find a few dandy boys from that noble alliance who only know how to eat, drink, whore and gamble, influence them, and let them go to a certain place to have fun... Isn't this easy to do?"
"What do you want to do?" asked Mrs. Ellie.
Ren coughed slightly and said seriously:
“In order to promote friendly exchanges among all ethnic groups in the Kingdom, strengthen comprehensive strategic partnership, jointly discuss urban development plans, and jointly resist external risks, we should put aside our prejudices and move forward hand in hand...
I decided to let the native Kangao and the local nobles have fun together to enhance the feelings between the various ethnic groups. "
Mrs. Ellie: “…………”
Then, she started up and took a breath of air.
"Ren, you are such a devil. Come and hurt each other. I will not have a happy life, and they will not have a good year!"
He could still see the outline of the mountains in the distance. He held the hilt of the sword and stared at the winding mountains in the distance. He wrapped himself tightly in a warm cloak, then withdrew his gaze and scanned the flat ground near the castle to avoid missing anything unusual. movement.
