Walking in the courtyard inside the Wiley manor, Lynn noticed that when looking from the outside, others would mistakenly think that this is just a manor, but after walking inside, you will find that this is actually a small fortress.
The buildings in the entire manor are scattered in an orderly manner, like a maze. Tall stone brick walls surround the courtyard, making it easier for the defenders to form a second line of defense after the gate is lost.
Behind the gate on the inner wall, there are two towers, one on the left and one on the right. The positions of these two towers are designed extremely cleverly. Not only do they not block each other's fire, but they also ensure that cross fire can be formed.
Lynn can imagine that even if the outer gate is breached, Whoreson Junior's men can continue to retreat here and continue to defend. If the attacker wants to achieve complete victory, they will have to use corpses to pave the way.
However, he was not surprised by such a layout.
Cyprian·Wiley To be in today's situation, I don't know how much blood was on my hands and how many sins I committed.
He doesn't know how many people he stepped on to get to where he is today.
People who want him dead are estimated to be queuing from Temple Isle all the way to the outside of the city.
Because of this, Whoreson Junior rarely leaves this fortress-like manor.
Unless he is forced to do so, but even if he leaves this turtle shell, no matter where he goes, he will bring a large number of guards with him to advance and retreat with him.
However, Lynn was not an enemy—at least not yet—so the inner wall was easily passed.
After passing through the inner wall, the group finally came to a building with a red exterior wall.
I don't know if it was to avoid the rain, but the lobby on the first floor of this building was filled with guards.
The old man clapped his hands three times in a row, and immediately several beautiful maids came with clean towels to wipe the hair and bodies of the Lynn trio.
But only Lynn opened his arms and let the maid serve him.
The two attendants who followed him waved their hands and refused the maid's service.
The old man didn't say anything either.
It wasn't until the beautiful maid retreated that he coughed lightly and put on a smile on his face.
"My Lord Baron, I am waiting for you upstairs. However, I think your two followers are working very hard. How about I just stay here waiting for you and take a rest?"
The old man said this very respectfully, but there was a hint of refusal in his tone.
Lynn looked at the old man deeply and did not refuse in the end.
He nodded to the two followers who followed him.
Both of them nodded slightly to show their understanding.
Then, Lynn followed the old man alone and walked upstairs along the wooden stairs.
As soon as the two figures disappeared on the stairs, all the guards in the hall stood up.
Those who were close to the door went to close the hall door first, while others came to a place very close to the two followers who stayed.
They didn't speak either, just stared at the two of them provocatively.
In a luxuriously decorated room, a middle-aged man sat on a chair covered with tiger skin, lowering his head as if thinking about something.
Behind him, two guards and a warlock stood respectfully.
The sound of footsteps interrupted the man's contemplation.
The man raised his head and saw the old man leading Lynn into the room.
"Sir, people have arrived."
Whoreson Junior, Cyprian·Wiley, this person in Novigrad is hated and feared by countless people, but he has an honest and honest face.
It's as if he is a simple and kind-hearted farmer, not a feared gang leader.
"Brandon Baron, you are younger than I thought."
Cyprian's opening remarks were quite polite, but unfortunately, Lynn had no intention of making excuses with him.
"You are also weaker than I thought. I thought the most powerful gang leader should be stronger, instead of looking like this drunken and drunken man."
The body of the guard standing behind Cyprian subconsciously tensed up.
They are dogs raised by Cyprian. If Lynn doesn't give their owners face, that means they don't give them face.
But Cyprian laughed instead.
"Brandon Baron is indeed a nobleman. His speech is different from those mud-legged people begging for food in the dirt."
"I like your bold character, Lord Baron. Out of our friendship, I sincerely give you a piece of advice. This is Novigrad, not Toussaint. It's best to restrain yourself, otherwise..."
Cyprian tilted his head to the side. "Ed."
The silver-haired old man bowed like a butler. "My lord."
"Remind me, what happened to the City Council member who dared to offend me in this room last time?"
"I think there won't be much left," the old man replied with a smile on his face, and his tone was as relaxed as if he was talking about what to eat for dinner. "After all, he had stones tied to his feet and thrown into the sea. It's been so long, I'm afraid there's only one skeleton left."
"It's a pity that there is another good person missing in this world," Cyprian·Wiley said in a regretful tone, "I have never understood how there can be such a brilliant councilman like him in the city council that is full of corruption."
The old man echoed, "Yes, yes."
"It's a pity that he shouldn't covet the money in my pocket. Old Wiley has worked hard for most of his life to save this little foundation. Do you think it's easy for me?"
"Now that I'm older, I just want to enjoy myself. What's wrong with me?"
"It's all because of that guy's fault. He just came to Old Wiley and told me something like, 'The people at the bottom of Novigrad are having a hard time, and people like me who make a lot of money every day should donate some money to them.' He also said, 'This is not charity, but to protect people like me. After all, those at the bottom will not take risks as long as they have a way to survive.'"
Cyprian·Wiley let out a scoff.
"Old Wiley also climbed up from the bottom step by step, stepping on the shoulders of countless people. Why don't I know that giving money to the bottom is to protect the rich?"
At this time, he showed a terrifying smile.
"In the past, when Old Wiley was living in poverty, no bullshit rich man had even the slightest thought of helping Old Wiley. Now that Old Wiley has become a rich man, a good man suddenly appears and sincerely advises Old Wiley to help those at the bottom who are having a hard time. Why the hell!"
The old man on the side nodded and said, "It really doesn't make sense."
"So, Old Wiley had someone tie a stone to his feet and throw him into the sea. Since he likes Mud Legs so much and got what he wanted and got the same fate as Mud Legs, he will probably die in peace."
"You are as kind as ever, my lord."
Cyprian pretended to take out a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his clothes and wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.
"How rude. I almost forgot that there is a distinguished guest here. Lord Baron, since you have come all the way from Toussaint, you must have something particularly important to say to me."