"You look a little nervous?"
White Eagle caught her target. As always, she always succeeded in catching her prey.
Not long ago, the dagger that cut Arthur White's throat appeared again on the neck of his second brother, Rumples White.
Its relationship with brothers White is really deep.
"----Is it because of the blindfold?"
Ms. Wenda gently touched her left eye, raised her red lips, and revealed a bright and attractive smile.
"You want to know where it came from?"
I don't want to know!
Not at all! Not at all!
All the cells in Trumbo's body seemed to be warning him frantically not to inquire about the source of this vicious lady's injuries.
The other party is really too dangerous!
Three breaths!
In just three breaths, the two swordsman guards he hired fell under the opponent's black sword.
He just took a few steps back and blinked, and the two swordsmen who could bring him a great sense of security were transformed from living people into dead bodies.
They fell into the dizzy red blood, the liquid representing death flowed on the floor, and the smell of rust in the cabin suddenly became strong.
Trumbo spent a lot of money to recruit a mercenary swordsman who was said to have great background. In the hands of this woman, he could not even survive three breaths of [The Reach expletive]!
It was simply the worst investment he had ever made.
The water surface of the Zhouyi River was filled with turbid waves. A boat was moored on the river bank with its sails half rolled up, giving off a depressing feeling of an approaching storm.
Wenda, Trumbo, and two corpses were on the river boat at this time.
The ship where the second son of the White family was on was chased by Platoon led by Earl led by captain White Eagle before it had time to leave the dock on the Zhouwei River.
The mercenaries bought by Trumbo are resisting on the dock to resist the attacks of the pursuers.
The only person aboard the ship is the captain of the guard, whose snow-clad clothes are dyed red.
However, among the three brothers, only Fred White, the former "Whitegrove Knight", was good at fighting, while the other two were weak.
Trumbo did not dare and did not have the ability to escape from the hostage of Ms. Wenda.
This is true even if the opponent has already put away the scary mysterious black sword and replaced it with a short dagger.
Trumbo was wearing a loose white silk robe with the White family's "bald eagle" emblem embroidered on the chest. His blond hair was messy, his face was pale, and the bags under his eyes were prominent. His eyes were full of panic, but he still managed to stay calm.
In this regard, he is stronger than Arthur White. No wonder he could see that something was going wrong and escape from the army's encirclement and suppression in advance.
Wenda With this thought in his mind, the dagger continued to push forward and pressed hard against Trumbo's throat. The cold touch made the latter feel numb all over, and the blood vessels under his skin seemed to become cold.
But the voice of the owner of the dagger was colder. "What? Trumbo White, don't you want to know its origin?"
He just inadvertently looked at the intruder's left eye for a moment, but unexpectedly he was noticed by the other party.
"Forget it----I have no choice but to send you on your way now----"
Seeing the lady opposite put away her evil smile, she seemed to want to take action directly and give him a "pleasure" - which was actually even worse - Trumbo·White didn't want to die yet.
I am not that idiot Arthur White!
He quickly shouted, "Stop! Stop! Of course! I mean - of course, madam, I really want to know the origin of your eye patch!"
At this moment, he could only change his words and pretend to be very interested to match the other party's performance.
He knew that only by delaying time could he have a chance of survival.
The dagger turned deftly on the fingertips and returned to its previous position.
However, Trumbo felt a pain in his right ear. There was liquid flowing down from there, and the feeling of warmth was unusually obvious.
He knew that the other party had taken back the dagger, but he also left a warning.
In Trumbo's eyes, the devil was a perfect villain, holding a dagger stained with blood. She smiled in a friendly manner and said slowly, "I once had a "sister" who was very beautiful. Well, she is not inferior to me."
The blonde is obviously very aware of her good looks.
"----We have been dependent on each other since childhood. At that time, my schoolwork was very heavy, and there were always various teachers around me, teaching me to learn this and that. Occasionally--I would not be able to control my temper.
She always comforted me and told me to laugh more. Until later - she was injured in one eye.
She couldn't bear it anymore, and from then on she became depressed and cried all day long.
I want her to know that I don't care about the scar or the flaws on her face, I just want to see her smile again.
Guess how I turned around and comforted her?"
Trumbo shook his head quickly, saying that he couldn't guess.
He didn't want to guess at all, and he didn't dare to guess.
A premonition told him that it must be a very terrible answer.
Sure enough.
"I love my sister very much", I don't want to see her sad alone----
So, I picked up a knife - well, it was a little smaller and cuter than the one I had in my hand. I put it against my eyelid and injured my left eye."
The girl looked indifferent and pointed at her blindfold, causing Trumbo's pupils across from him to shrink suddenly.
What kind of ruthless person is this [The Reach swearing]?!
No matter how panicked and confused he was, the ruthless boss continued to tell her story, "In this way, we are all the same, and she will not feel lonely."
She paused, with a hint of sadness in her tone, but her eyes did not waver, as if she was telling another story about someone else's family.
"But do you know? After she saw my appearance, instead of being happy, she couldn't stand me anymore. She was horrified by my self-harm, she was scared, she was afraid of me!?"
A strange smile appeared on the lady's face.
"My sister" packed her luggage secretly, left my house overnight, and never came back----
This time, I saw the ridiculousness of the world.
And now, without her comfort, I will laugh from time to time~♡
Hahaha----"
Lady White Eagle As he spoke, the weird smile on his face slowly expanded, and finally he couldn't hold it any longer, so he "broken the gong" first and laughed out loud.
After all, Wenda has only been studying for a short period of time, her posture is somewhat lacking, and she has not yet learned the full set of "Self-cultivation of a Villain Actor" from her black Earl.
She laughed.
Trumbo's mind cleared up and he immediately realized that the other party was playing a trick on him.
He was more scheming than his younger brother Arthur, and as soon as his thoughts changed, he was ready to use words to delay time - he was afraid that after the other party had enough fun, he would cruelly kill the mouse like a tabby cat that played with a mouse.
"Wenda Captain really values love and justice!"
He pretended not to hear the truth of the woman's story and deliberately announced the name "White Eagle" with a tone of awe and flattery.
This sentence was indeed beyond the expectations of Captain White Eagle. Unlike Arthur, she had never had any contact with Trumbo White.
"Oh? You know me?"
This is because Wenda underestimated her current "fame". She is a person who often follows the black Earl, and more and more people will learn some information about her.
Trump pretended. "The Peake family's territory is so close to Whitegrove. You Starpike----from the commander of the corps to the commander of the Platoon family, I don't recognize any of you?"
Not to mention, you, Titus Earl's most trusted right-hand man?"
Seeing Wenda smiling happily, he thought he had made the right bet and did not have to worry about his life for the time being, so his tone became louder. "Captain Wenda, why do you think Lord Titus wants to kill me?"
Is it because I am full of evil, or is my last name White"? Then you can think of our black Earl as simple as possible----
I, Trumbo, have been in power for eight years and have been in charge of all financial matters of Whitegrove. Now the trees have fallen and nothing else is left. I have plenty of golden dragons here!"
His speaking speed is increasing, his self-confidence is also increasing, his hands are ready to move, and he habitually makes a series of gestures to match his speech.
"Titus·Peake is fighting in the north and south, and the army is endless. I'm afraid he has to support a lot of people under his command?
People eat horses and chews, the salaries of the troops and horses, and various gold and silver rewards, plus the expenses for the future development of House Peake's newly acquired lands--which account here does not require a lot of money?"
As if talking about the field he is best at, Trumbo's tone was rising unconsciously. "Black Earl requires a large amount of funds, and the Whitegrove property I have hidden is the source of the funds!"
If you can't get the money and goods I've hidden, how can you deliver the goods?
Black Earl sent you here personally, not just for a worthless corpse.
I have hidden Whitegrove's property in an absolutely safe place. If you kill me, you will never find that wealth, and you won't be able to explain it to Titus Earl when you go back."
Wenda seemed to be intrigued by what he said, and slowly removed the dagger, letting him continue to work hard for his own destiny.
"Then tell me, is there any way I can get this job?"
When Trumbo saw that this trick worked, he was overjoyed and quickly took a tentative step back.
Seeing that the other party didn't attack again, he quickly rummaged through the cabinet next to him and found a heavy money bag. He opened the tie and dumped the contents onto the table in front of him.
A large number of gold coins fell in all directions with a "clatter", and the golden light seemed to illuminate the cabin where two corpses were lying.
Trumbo grabbed a handful of gold coins and showed them to Captain Wenda, whose right eye lit up. He let them collide and slide from his fingers, and fell on the hill-like pile of gold coins, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
"Here are four hundred gold dragons, which serve as a deposit to express my sincerity."
Trumbo's tone was full of seductive encouragement. "As long as you are willing to let me go, when I get to a safe place, I will write to the hacker Earl where the property is hidden. This way, no one will have to shout about beating or killing."
You can not only make meritorious deeds and get some benefits, but also get what you want by blackmailing Earl, get the accumulation of Whitegrove White over the years, and I can also save my life, it is a win-win situation for all three parties!"
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