Hotel on the mountain

In the Old World, in the northeastern part of the Hebrew Empire, there is a park called Kercyra.

Corfu Park is one of the few forest parks in the Old World. In this vast territory, all the large monsters have been hunted, leaving only some small creatures for the royal family and nobles to hunt. The Hebrew Empire invests a large amount of money every year to maintain the ecology and environment here, which is equivalent to using the country's money to take care of a country's back garden.

In March, the snow-capped mountains in the distance have begun to melt, and the snow gurgling flows through a brown wooden house leaning on the waterwheel on the stream, driving the mill in the house to rotate. A team of three or two followers approached the courtyard beside the stream, and the horses' hooves left deep hoofprints on the wet grass path.

Everyone got off their horses, and the man walking in front was very eye-catching. He was tall and proud, but there was a vertical scar scratched from his left eye, but it did not blind him. He was wearing a sky blue tights and a shoulder strap embroidered with gold thread. The sunlight reflected on it, sparkling. He had a long crimson velvet cloak on his back. He walked to the long wooden house next to the mill and pushed Opened the door of the cabin.

The fair-skinned, noble British soldier Esheli Raya sat in front of a round table in the center of the room. The table was covered with wild beast furs. Esheli took a sip of tea, looked at the people who came to sit down at the round table, and said greetings. : "Long time no see, Bors Hawke." Isele placed an accent on the visitor's last name.

The man known as Bors Hawke lifted up his long cloak and placed it directly on the seat next to him: "Long time no see, Yi Xie Li." He took the tea directly from Yi Xie Li and gave it to him. He poured himself a glass, rubbed his hands, and drank it.

"You have to take those clothes away later." Isele glanced at the cloak.

Bols asked in confusion: "What? Are there others coming?"

"Do you think I came all this way to see you?" Yi Xieli pulled the teapot back again.

Bols made a "cut" sound: "Tell me quickly, what do you want to do?"

"Wait a minute. Bols, can you change your bad habit of being anxious?"

"Oh, like you? Sitting here for a day? Money, beauty, and power will come to your door?"

The relationship between the two seems to be very familiar, and they don't mind being teased by each other at all.

At this time, the door of the wooden house opened again, and a man wearing a long black cloak walked into the house. As soon as he opened the door, he looked up and saw Bols Hawke sitting on the chair, and he actually twitched the leg that was about to move forward. After going back, he was ready to close the door and exit.

"Amira!" Isele Raya stood up and shouted, "Amira Bull, come in and sit down!"

The person whose name was called seemed to be a young man about thirty years old, with medium height. His dark eyes were very gentle, his face was ruddy, and his light beard traced straight lines on his lips.

He opened the door dejectedly and walked into the room. He glanced at the red cloak on the stool, moved his feet and pushed it aside in disgust, and then sat on it himself.

"What's the matter with you?" Bols Hawke picked up his cloak, threw it up and placed it on the fireplace.

"I have to ask you, why do I have to meet you here? You ruined my day - no, no, no, a week, yes, a week. I will feel sick after seeing you for the next week. "Amira Bull's whole body was carefully cared for, including his black hair and white teeth, as well as his soft fingers that were raised toward Bols.

When Bols was about to retort with taunts, Ixele threw a dagger and stuck it on the table. The tip of the dagger was pressed into the table and the handle of the knife was shaking. Bors caught a glimpse of the dagger from the corner of his eye, and memories of fear flooded his mind. He suddenly stood up in shock and shouted in horror: "He's here! He's here!"

"Who?" Amira looked confused.

"Uld." Ishel answered him.

Bols took out his sword, turned around and spoke to the air: "Okay, you despicable villain, quickly reveal your true identity, I have to kill you today!"

"Why is he so crazy?" Amira seemed to be looking at a fool.

Yi Xieli pulled out the dagger and put it back in his hand and said: "Years ago, Sander sent people to assassinate Bols. The scar on his face was made by the assassin named Urd. This Let him live in fear."

With that said, Isele stood up, pushed Bols back to his position, and shouted at him: "Urd is dead!"

Bols nodded in a daze, watching the dagger with the unique burning pattern being held in Jetro's hand, hesitantly asked: "Dead?"

Jetro went to the corner of the house and pulled out a sack. After taking off the sack, Urd's disposed body was revealed.

"That's him! That's him!" When Bols saw the corpse with pale skin and thin lips, he pointed at him and kept muttering. Bols's burly body was now as arrogant and happy as a frightened little boy who saw the dog that bullied him being beaten to death.

"Oh! Yi Xieli, how did you deal with him? Tell me!" He held Yi Xieli's shoulders and shook him excitedly.

"Calm down!" Yi Xieli shook off Boles' hand and said, "He went to the New World and was killed by that boy from the Byrd family."

"Mordan Bird?" Amira's expression became solemn for a while.

Xieli nodded, and Bols returned to his normal state and calmed down.

"In short, he is dead." Isele asked everyone to sit back down and said to Bols, "In return, Bols, you will do me a favor later."

"Of course. But you have to give me the body. I will dry it on the border and dry it for a year." Only then did Bols's face show the majesty that a Duke of the North should have.

A sense of majesty does not often appear when the three Dukes gather in private.

"Also, Amira." Isele turned his head to the exquisite Amira again.

"Hey, don't look at me. I have no grudge against Sander Hill or Urd. Don't ask me to help." Amira hid behind Isele's gaze.

Isele picked up a bag at his feet and threw it in front of Amira. The bag made a gurgling sound. Amira used her fingers to pull open the seam of the bag, revealing a woman's stunned head from inside. The expression was permanently frozen on it, perfectly revealing the deceased's confusion about the cause of death.

"Kabulan?" Amira took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from her arms, put them on and carefully observed the remains of the deceased for a while.

"Kablan the Blood Killer?" Bols Hawke knitted his brows together, showing a thoughtful expression, "I've heard of her. She was a professional mercenary many years ago, and she was on the battlefields of various countries. The sense of belonging to the country and getting things done with money has also caused us a lot of trouble.”

Amira took off her glasses and praised: "Perfect kill." He pointed at Kabulan's shocked eyes, "She didn't even have time to think about the reason for her death. Tell me, Esheli, who solved it her."

"Then you have to promise to do me a favor." Isele's blue eyes seemed to contain a hint of success, which made Amira squint at him, "If I had known earlier, it would have been nothing to come to your appointment. Good thing - I promised you, now tell me."

"Mordan Bird." Ishay spread his hands and laughed. Amira felt like she had been cheated.

"What? You, a dwarf, are so interested in this woman?" Bols wanted to regain the face he had lost before.

"Shut up, you coward." Amira sneered.

"Can you take a needle and sew that damn mouth of yours?!" Ishelli's voice rose several times.

Bors and Amira remained silent.

Only then did Esheli answer to Bols: "Kablan once worked for Poirot and destroyed several factories under the heavy guard of Amila, which caused him to lose a lot of money in trade—— A very big deal.”

Yi Xieli suddenly remembered something and said to Amira: "I remember you issued a wanted warrant. Remember to give me the bounty later."

"Isn't it? The majestic Grand Duke of the Western Region also wants a reward?" Amira was a little surprised and spoke slowly.

"Perhaps, this is why I am richer than you." Yi Xieli pinched his beard and smiled softly.

"That's it for today?" Bols shook the teapot and found that there was no water in it.

Yi Xieli shook his head and said solemnly: "Gentlemen, what I want to say next is the business."