The Righteous Player(s)

　　In the very center of Roseburg is the sharp, crimson castle that looks from the outside.

　　 Its name is also called Roseburg.

　　 It looks like a broken sword, pointing to the sky unyieldingly, filled with the blood of the dragon.

　　 In lingua franca, the original meaning of the word "Ros" is "broken sword" or "extinct heir". In addition, it also means to describe the words of the eunuch.

　　 But the irony is... The current holder of Roseburg seems to be extinct.

　　 The old Viscount is actually sitting back in his place for the third time.

　　He is now over eighty years old, and he will be running away immediately.

　　 Forty-five years ago, he passed his position as the lord of the city to his eldest son, who is also his only son. Unfortunately, he died on the woman's belly seven years later, so the position of Viscount went back to the old Viscount himself.

　　 Fortunately, at that time, he was still young.

　　 One year after his son died, he got a son in middle age and had a new son, Alan Barber. In the year when his son was twenty-four years old, he passed his title and the title of city lord to him.

　　... Even more unfortunately, his second son died violently after seven years. This time he died in his study, and the old viscount didn't even know who to take his breath away.

　　 By this time, the Lord Alvin Barber was already eighty-two years old.

　　 Even if it is to force the old man with a spell, he is sure that he will be unreliable in the future.

　　-Fortunately in the misfortune, his second young son is not extinct.

　　 The year Alan died suddenly, his wife was already pregnant. A year later, she gave birth to a baby boy, and then died of dystocia.

　　 Now, the grandson of old Alvin will soon be six years old.

　　 He was born without a father or mother, and his only blood relative is his grandfather, Viscount Alvin. Perhaps because of the premature birth, the grandson of old Alvin was also sickly and often ill in bed.

　　 Roseburg is about to become a real "Broken Sword Fort" almost soon.

　　 "Don Juan?"

　　 The old man repeated the messenger’s words, his voice murky and weak: "He came to Roseburg...what did he do?"

　　 He is a tall and thin elder, with extremely thin silver-gray hair that is very delicately managed. On his head was a ring inlaid with finely divided gems.

　　 The most eye-catching thing about him is that his eyes are so thin that he can't see through. His muddy eyes were embedded in them, sunken down. Like the moon covered by dark clouds.

　　 Compared with his thin body, this comfortable leather seat looks much larger. He didn't seem to sit on it peacefully, but fell on it weakly.

　　 Behind Alvin's seat, stood a tall and sturdy bald man.

　　 He seems to be in his early thirties. There are three bronze rings of different sizes and shapes on the fingers of his right hand, and he has a heavy bronze necklace hanging around his neck—not so much a necklace, as a heavy dog ​​chain.

　　 Although it looks like a personal guard or an underground fighter. But in fact, he is the steward of the Barber family.

　　 Yes, he is Justin Kney.

　　 A "curse hunter".

　　 "I smell the extraordinary, my lord."

　　 Justin Kney whispered: "There are two of them, both of which are bronze steps. They didn't carry a powerful curse."

　　 His voice is dull and honest, and he sounds like a very calm and reliable person.

　　 "Oh, it seems that our little crow also brought a helper. It's not easy."

　　 Alvin Barber sneered silently: "Sure enough, exactly like his father.

　　 "By the way, you-say it again. How many of them are and how long will it take to enter the city?"

　　 He sat on the seat, tilted his head slightly, crouched back and stared at the messenger who was kneeling on the ground, and said slowly.

　　 Alvin always keeps his head down. Keeping his head up is a big burden on his cervical spine... His neck has already made him unable to lift his head, and his legs and arms are as thin as matches.

　　 While being stared at by the old nobleman who has experienced three generations of monarchs, and even four generations of monarchs soon, the young messenger couldn't help but gawk at him.

　　 "He—there are 22 of them, my lord. They should be in the city now..."

　　 the messenger tremblingly said.

　　 Just being stared at by old Alvin, he felt his back chill.

　　 "Then invite them."

"……what?"

　　 "I said, you go and invite them to come here as a guest, don't you understand?"

Old Alvin smiled, his voice hoarse and calmly said: "By the way, only two people...no, three people are invited. Only the blue-eyed bird is allowed to bring two guards over, and the person is up to him. Choose, remember?"

　　 "...Yes, my lord."

　　 The young messenger wanted to speak but stopped, and quickly responded.

　　 Although he is still not very clear about this somewhat vague instruction...for example, what should the rest of the people do, when they should enter the venue. But the messenger knew that now is not the time to ask these questions.

　　 He clearly realized what old Alvin meant to drive people, so he quickly retired.

　　 After he left, Old Alvin turned his head slightly and hissed: "Justin."

　　 "In."

　　 "Go... inform our guest."

Old Alvin said slowly, word by word softly: "Go and invite him to the dinner, saying that we are going to talk about cooperation. It's time for him to express his determination... By the way, give him another big surprise as a gift. "

　　 "I don't recommend this, my lord."

　　 Justin had something to say, and simply refused: "Once they fight, I may not be able to protect you.

"The curse on one of the two extraordinary men who just entered the city is very strong. It should be the son of the black tower. He and the wizard Gerald should have hatred. And he himself is a wizard of the transformation system. Don't say it's you... If conflict breaks out, the entire Roseburg may be in danger."

　　 "Why protect me?"

Old Alvin just glanced at him strangely, and sneered with a dumb voice: "I invited them to the banquet, but I didn't mean that I would definitely attend. Is this their wedding? I still need my elders to address them. ?"

"what do you mean……"

"After you have notified the guest, you will bring your children. We are staying at a suburban winery tonight. Remember to leave the guards and servants here. The style of the banquet cannot be low. No matter which one dies, it is a good thing, it is better to Both lose and hurt... you go and kill them all. If one of them is seriously injured, the other is in good condition. We are temporarily on the side of the winner.

　　 "As for Roseburg..."

　　 When the old man said this, there was a faint disgust in his eyes.

　　 His rough and crooked fingers tapped the armrest twice, and whispered coldly:

　　"——A pile of broken stones, don’t worry~www.wuxiaspot.com~ On the other side, 13 Bilgewater Street, Gerald Dental Clinic.

　　 The ordinary-looking young man with a gentle smile suddenly raised his head, frowned and sniffed the air, his complexion changed slightly.

　　 But with constant movements in his hands, he simply pulled out the patient's tooth under him and threw it into the small box beside him. He took out a small spice bag and stuffed it into the tooth hole.

　　 "Drink some porridge these three days, don't eat too hot food."

　　 He asked softly, smiled and said goodbye to the guest after receiving the money.

　　 The young dentist frowned slightly, unconsciously turning the delicate silver ring on his left middle finger.

　　 "Old Alvin suddenly became hostile to me, want to kill me?"

　　 He murmured, "Strange, why is this?

　　 "Ordinarily I shouldn't be exposed..."

　　 Gerald thought for a moment, reached out his hand to grab the silver hammer on the table, and took out the small box with teeth with the other hand.

　　 He took out six **** teeth and pressed them one by one into the side of the small hammer.

　　 is like a bullet. Every time a tooth is filled, there will be a strange "click" inside the small hammer-it is not a mechanical sound, but a strange noise made when the cervical spine is moved.

　　 Until all six of them were inserted, he reached out and held the small hammer and turned it upside down.

　　 It does not matter.

　　 Kill early or kill late...

　　 Gerald murmured, with a gentle smile on his face subconsciously: "It's good to do it tonight.

　　 He pondered for a while, then whispered softly: "Dear Skeleton, block the prophecy for me——"

"--I am listening."

　　 Without warning, a deep, echoing voice rang in Gerald's ear.

　　 Gerald nodded in satisfaction.