Our family is in decline

"You said it was yours." Lance smiled and pulled the hammer, then raised the pistol and pointed it at him. "Then can you ask it to agree?"

This is no longer a warning, but a naked threat.

The fat man looked at the black muzzle of the gun, not wanting the gun to "respond" to him.

But he threatened himself with his own gun. What kind of world is this?

Fucking beast - what a beast! ! !

"I can give you the musket, but return the staff to me." The fat man's face became a little unbearable, and he started to twitch under the pressure...

Just take the musket away. Although it is a good thing, it is just an ordinary weapon, but the staff must be taken back.

"What do you mean give it to me? This is my thing." Lance didn't care about his attitude at all and never mentioned the staff.

The fat sheep was meant for cutting. The two sides were originally hostile, so it was Lance's kindness not to kill him easily.

"Who are you?" The fat man couldn't help but glance around, and seemed to understand something, "Is this the kind of robber and bandit you are, Hamlet?"

"Friends come with good wine, enemies come with shotguns." Lance smiled.

Playing moral kidnapping in front of him is a joke, he has no morals.

Lance's non-stick attitude immediately made the fat man collapse. Seeing that he would not be able to get the things back, his spirituality began to fluctuate, as if he was brewing some big move.

But on the surface, there is nothing unusual about it, and it is well hidden.

But in front of Lance, he seemed to have drunk too much nuclear sewage, and his whole body glowed with bright fluorescence, especially in a dark environment.

Coupled with his serious and disguised look, Lance was somewhat overwhelmed.

"Kill me if you dare. Everyone will be buried with me, including you."

Compared to Lance's bright smile, the fat man froze and couldn't help but look at the cavalry who were about to move. Of course he understood what this meant.

The fat man is currently riding a tiger with a hard time getting off. He is unwilling to give up his staff like this, but he really wants to take action...

Does he dare to move?

When the hiding Laura saw this scene, her face under the hood also looked a little happy.

This fat man never gave him a good look along the way, and he even made no secret of his contempt and disgust.

Everyone is the count's dog, why should we look down on ourselves?

Now she is naturally happy to see him eating up Laura.

happy!

"Sir!" Disma dragged the half-dead cult priest over and threw it to the ground. "How to deal with this?"

Spellcasters are still rare even among the Ascension sects who can transform flesh and blood. This kind of person is obviously a character, so we still have to see what the lord's arrangements are.

Lance glanced at the guy whose half body was soaked in blood and whose throat was still entangled with flesh and blood.

He actually raised his hand and shot at her. The next second the gunfire roared, the cult priest's head was blown open.

Only then did I hear Lance's voice.

"I don't like bloody things~"

The shot was so sudden that even Disma was startled, and the blood spattered on him.

But Fatty was even more panicked. The moment the gunshot rang out, his whole body twitched, and the fat on his body trembled wildly.

Not to mention that Lance was looking at him when he spoke, with a devilish smile on his face.

Don't you like blood?

The scene that had just calmed down suddenly became tense again because of this shot. Leonard, who was putting order in place, came on horseback, with the long sword in his hand still unsheathed.

"If you have something to say, I'm here for friendship." The fat man understood the situation clearly in the face of the powerful force.

This is not Bastia, and the count has no face here.

Before the ransom was obtained, Lance would not kill him casually, and instead smiled and threw the pistol to Disma.

"This gun is good, it's yours."

Disma took the pistol and rubbed it. This thing is indeed a good thing.

"go back!"

Lance gave the order, and the convoy was immediately taken over, and the team began to leave this place in an orderly manner.

As for the guards, they were not tied up, but mixed in with the refugees and were driven forward by the cavalry.

Originally, I wanted to use the refugees to attack Hamlet and show his face in front of the earl.

I didn’t expect to expose my butt.

Lance sat on the horse and did not move, but watched those people leave.

Why did they appear here so coincidentally?

It's not a coincidence, but the team's whereabouts are firmly under control.

Originally, Lance wanted to train his troops, but he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat the eagles through reconnaissance, so he came over to suppress the formation.

I don’t know why these people didn’t release the eagles. It seemed that they misunderstood them. They were really ordinary caravans.

But Lance did not relax, but instead aroused his alertness.

where is this place? You are such a big piece of fat. In the past, if my ancestors did not come to give you a tooth ceremony, you would not be worthy of the title of "evil god".

He also guessed that the ancestor would not be able to watch these laborers fall into Hamlet, and would definitely cause trouble.

Sure enough, when he summoned the cavalry, he encountered the scene just now.

No nonsense, just start charging!

But that attack just now also caused hundreds of casualties. When those corpses are placed randomly, you can feel the fragility of human beings.

Lance was speechless, he just sacrificed all the corpses here to avoid strengthening the ancestor's power and setting off a new round of corruption.

After the last corpse was swallowed by the void, Lance turned back slowly.

His movement stirred something up, and there was a sound of flapping wings.

Lance's eyes were also placed on the falcon as if being pulled, and it seemed that he could see a trace of anger in its eyes, but more of it was fear.

It must be that he remembered being caught by Lance and trapped in a cage to hold a grudge, but he was afraid of being caught.

This bird has a high IQ.

Lance just smiled slightly at this and turned to look at the figure wrapped in a green robe walking out from the side.

The smile became even brighter at this moment.

The bird that falls into your hand will come back no matter how far it flies.

Eagles - Laura!

Lance's smile seemed to have a magical power that made people feel inexplicably reassured.

Laura was still a little entangled at first, but at this moment, her restless heart along the way seemed to have been comforted in some way, and even the fatigue on her body was relieved a bit.

Nonsense, Lance is giving blessings to refresh his status.

Sometimes first impressions count, and all it took was a little touch from Lance to get great results.

Small opening does not count as opening.

"What do you want from me?" Lance's attitude was gentle, not as aggressive as he was with the fat man just now.

"Sir! I want to join you and hope to receive your blessing."

Laura was also very straightforward and stated her requests directly.

Originally, Lance thought he had to listen to her problems and give her some psychological counseling. This was the end of the process.

I didn't expect that she would directly say "If you do justice, you will never give up." Isn't this too direct? Even Lance was caught off guard.

I can't help but wonder...you don't know how to engage in Infernal Affairs, right?

Lance's silence made Laura feel a little panicked. It could be said that the things she had done to escape from Bastia would be fatal if even a little bit was leaked back.

Fortunately, Lance reacted quickly enough and caught her reaction in an instant, and couldn't help but comfort her softly.

"Are you in any trouble? If you don't mind, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you."

One sentence lowered his level and narrowed the distance between the two, but in fact he did not respond directly to her. This was a sign of shirking responsibility.

Laura had no choice. After a slight hesitation, she took the initiative to lift the hood, revealing the male and female head that had been cut off in half by violence.

Seeing this, Lang suddenly seemed to understand something. Was he going back to be punished after failing the mission, unwilling to defect?

But as Laura recounted her experiences over the past few days, Lance's suspicion quickly turned into understanding.

Being abandoned by the earl, and directly offending the leader, being humiliated, and being targeted... This is so unlucky!

Lance didn't expect the plot to be so bizarre when he let her go. It wasn't Laura who rebelled, but their twisted system that pushed her towards him.

But is it really that simple?

Lance has no cheats, and his loyalty can be seen at a glance. There is something wrong with her background after all, and no one knows whether she is an undercover agent or not.

But after all, Lance was not the aloof Count Bastia, who dismissed her with just one sentence.

Instead, he pondered for a moment and carefully considered the current situation before speaking.

"The reason why I let you go was very simple. I just wanted someone to notify the earl and let him come to redeem you. I didn't expect that they would treat you like this."

First, Lance completed the cutting. Let’s not say whether he had any strange thoughts. At this time, he certainly couldn’t say that he did.

He followed up with a clear answer without waiting for Laura to react.

"It would be abnormal for me to accept your allegiance easily. After all, I am not sure whether you really left Bastia or accepted the count's mission to lurk.

After all, you know what eagles mean. "

As soon as this sentence came out, Laura's reaction was obviously frustrated, as if she was helpless and lost, her lips were slightly opened as if she wanted to say something to defend herself.

But she also knew that it was difficult for people to trust her identity as an eagle, even if all she did was accept the task and then complete the task, and did not participate in those dirty things.

Now she understands that it is actually closely related to herself, and it does not mean that she will not be affected if she did not do those things.

I didn't care before, but now I feel the backlash from the reputation of the eagles.

So now I can only leave here and choose to wander...

"So!" Lance said seriously, "Welcome to become a member of Hamlet."

Laura was ready to escape from here, but was immediately stunned by these words.

This...isn't it right...why is it different from what I thought?

What Lance wants is this effect. If you kid catch me off guard, I must also stun you for a moment.

But I still need to explain and comfort her.

"Although it was an unintentional move on my part, if I hadn't chosen to let you go back, you might not have experienced those things. There is no doubt that I am responsible for the suffering you suffered. I couldn't have been there for you in your most difficult time. Choose to ignore it.”

As he spoke, Lance looked at Laura, smiled and nodded.

"But what if I'm really an undercover agent?" Laura reacted and immediately questioned herself.

"Needless to say, I choose to believe that you won't care about this." Lance waved his hand to interrupt her questioning, "Laura of the Bastia Eagles has died in this battle, and now there is only Hamlet. of Laura.”

He dares to take Alhazred, a crazy mystic scholar, but what is he afraid of when you are a little eagle?

It doesn't matter if you're undercover, as long as it's easy to use, you won't feel bad if you use it harshly, and you won't feel guilty when you throw it away after use.

Laura didn't know what Lance was thinking, but it was the first time she had been treated like this, and she didn't know how to face such simple but strong trust.

This had a greater impact on her, who lacked emotion during her upbringing and seemed indifferent.

She really couldn't understand why there were such people in the world?

Why are there such passionate emotions?

His heart was beating violently, and hot blood was rushing to his brain, even making his face become hot. This was an unprecedented feeling.

"Okay, you are very tired from this journey. Go to town and have a good rest. Let's talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to do." Lance raised his hand and patted her shoulder to show intimacy.

But when he was about to get on his horse, he was stopped by Laura who reacted.

"Sir, I have something to report."

Lance paused when he heard this, and the smile on his face changed slightly.

Does he still know that Laura's greatest role is not in killing, but in the information about Bastia that she knows as a group of eagles?

It's just that there are some things that he can't take the initiative to ask. It would appear to be very purposeful and suspected of coercion. A suspicious person would think about this flaw and immediately overturn the persona he just established.

It would only be effective if Laura took the initiative to say it.

In fact, Laura did not throw out the chips in her hand at the beginning. She only pointed out her miserable situation before mentioning it. Her attitude was somewhat of a wait-and-see attitude.

But now that the lord clearly accepts him, he must use the chips in his hands to exchange for deeper trust.

"There is a very important person among those refugees. She is the only daughter of Baron Lawrence - Margaret."

Lance finally had a clear reaction on his face when he heard this. This is a big fish.

"How did you know?"

"Because I rescued her from those people." Laura couldn't help but feel a little proud when she said this. Her foresight was indeed good.

"Rescued? What is going on?" Lance couldn't help but frown. He originally thought she was talking about being in the convoy, but something seemed wrong.

Things had to start from the beginning, Laura briefly told about the unexpected encounter, and then secretly cared for Margaret along the way.

It was only after he finished talking that Lance finally understood what was going on. Is it so abstract for a noble woman to run away from home?

What's even more outrageous is that they can all collide with each other and then come to Hamlet?

this……

Lance didn't know whether it was a coincidence or fate, but the only thing he was sure of was that this guy was very important.

"Continue to tell us about your situation along the way."

Lance had no intention of getting on the horse, but led the horse to walk. Laura followed beside him, talking about the situation along the way...