Frost Wings

He motioned the housekeeper to open the small door, and the person who appeared at the door took off his hood, revealing his young face.

"Good day, Uncle Rudd."

"I don't dare to be your uncle, your mother is trying to kill you." The old man sighed, squinting at the smoke ring blown away by Jonker: "Little Jonker, you are so bold, what are you doing? So sure, I will protect you here?"

"Of course it's because you are a businessman, Uncle Rud." Jonker smiled, and he took out a note that recorded the information he had just obtained from the ghost and handed it over: "Uncle may wish to take a look."

The old butler handed the piece of paper to the old man, the old baron frowned and looked at the piece of paper for a while, looked at Jonker suspiciously, as if he knew Jonker again, and finally sighed: "Little Jonker, you know you You can't fool me with something like this, can you?"

"You can investigate and verify at will." Jonke said calmly: "Including the dens recorded above and the people involved, I believe that you, Uncle, have the ability to obtain the authenticity of this information without disturbing the grass. You may not know the city. All the things in the city, but any information about the city is true or false from you, it is something that everyone in the city knows."

"Little Jonker, I never knew your mouth would be so pleasing." Rudd narrowed his eyes: "But I guess, your purpose will not be to defeat the stepmother who colluded with the Eternal Sleeper with me, and tell you Your father proves your innocence, and by the way, you use merit to clean up your stigma, right? Don’t be in a hurry to deny it, little Jonker, although I am a businessman, I also need to confirm the sincerity of customers.”

"Uncle Rude, you are really wise and shrewd."

Jonker Varage's expression changed, and then he turned his attention to the butler beside Rudd who bowed his head slightly.

"Dalles is my confidant, little Jonker, you can tell him what you have to say to me, but little Jonker, you also brought someone, why don't you let him come in with you to hear about your plan? What? I didn't say that you are only allowed to come in." The old man sneered, his squinted eyes showing a cold light.

Jonker's heart suddenly jumped, but his face remained calm.

The old man shook his head and didn't continue to ask, his eyes narrowed slightly: "But Jonker, you don't need to say anything now."

He took a long breath, coughed, and sighed while stuffing the tobacco, "If I were your father, I would be very, very, very disappointed and sad, little Jonker, you are a complete little boy. brute."

Jonk Varage bowed his head slightly, his hands trembled slightly, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of bloodshot: "Uncle Rude, then tell me, if you stand in my position, you will do it again. What choice?"

"Of course it's about the same as you." Baron Rudd smiled: "Make an offer, little Jonker, how do you impress a stingy businessman like me?"

"You can be the city lord of Binghong City." Jonke took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"What?" Rudd's ears moved, almost thinking he heard it wrong.

"You, Uncle Rude, can be the lord of Binghong City! I just need to inherit the title!" Jonker said loudly: "One merit cannot completely erase the stains of my past, the nobles may tolerate me in the Inheriting the title with your support, but will never tolerate me becoming the master of this city, I have such self-knowledge! And you, you only need to get my push in the emergency meeting after my plan is completed, you give those A miser can justifiably become a temporary city lord for a small price! Even I can allow your people to take over most of the public offices currently managed by the Varage family, I only need to keep a part of it, with the foundation and ability of your family , is the distance between the temporary city lord and the official city lord very far?"

"Pfft." Baron Rudd exhaled, and he looked at Jonker for a long time, until the smoke completely disappeared, Jonker's rapid breathing slowed down, and then he said with a half sigh: "A complete betrayal, the Varage family has left you from you. Grandfather's half-century of work would be ruined, little Jonker, if you were my son, you'd be dead now."

"I just want to inherit the title," Jonker Varage said with a morbid smile, "What do you think? Uncle?"

"It's a good business, it's a win-win situation, both reputation and real profit are combined. Those who shouldn't be nobles become nobles, and those who shouldn't be city lords become city lords." Baron Rudd smiled sarcastically: "This is really something I can't refuse at all. the temptation, but little Jonk, I have one last question, which is—

you! Do you really have the ability to do this deal with me? ! "

The old man stood up from the bed, and the most frequently used mana raised to the sixth rank over the years flew to Jonker, and a shadow covered Jonker's body at this moment. On, the spell collided with this layer of shadow to no avail. Immediately, a mental scream was released from the shadow. The old man lost his head and sat down on the bed, staring wide-eyed for a long time before he came back to his senses.

"Uncle, is this enough to cooperate with you?" The ghost retracted Jonker's clothes and Jonker asked.

"Yes, little Jonker, you are qualified, do you need to live here to prepare?" The old man smiled with a smile.

"No need, thank you, according to our information, the ceremony of the eternal sleeper will start in three days, and our time is very limited." Jonker took off his hood and gave a salute, turned and walked out.

"Prove your strength, little Jonke, if your strength can't satisfy me after three days, then I can at least get a reputation, and you can't tell." The old man laughed.

He watched Jonker walk out of the room, the smile on his face narrowed, and he put the pipe upside down on the table.

Butler Darles came over, and he knew that the master had something to say at this time.

"Go, check it out later, which force is behind him supporting him?"

The old baron rubbed his still aching head, lowered his eyes and commanded.

"Sir." For many years, this housekeeper has the privilege to ask about things he doesn't understand. He frowned: "The servant has something puzzled. Do you think there are other forces behind this kid to support him?"

"You have seen the results of the test just now. If you don't have the confidence to hold on, how stupid would this kid dare to come and cooperate with me?" The old baron snorted and muttered: "Aren't you afraid that even the bones will be eaten by me?"

The old baron's self-deprecation made the butler feel ashamed, and asked again: "But sir, he came to cooperate with you, which probably means that his power is not strong."

"What he wants is my support, there is no reliable political support, even if he kills his father, he won't be able to hold the title. Even if it is the first step, just relying on me or him to expose his stepmother will arouse suspicion, because I He is his father's political enemy, and there is already a blood feud between him and his stepmother, and there is a possibility of false accusations and frame-ups, but if we unite and bring a bunch of other forces together, there will be no problem. When things are done, they will gain both fame and fortune. That stepmother will also be made into an iron case, and will be criticized forever, while his own image is extremely bright; you see, this kid is shrewd. What's more important is that in this city, there are people who have this ability and will work with him. I'm the only one doing this deal."

The old man pointed out the essence of the problem sharply: "I am exactly the opposite of what you think, Darles, the power behind this kid must be very strong, because this power makes this kid have the courage to come to me to cooperate and not be afraid of after cooperation. Lost the dominance of the event! What force is helping him? Humph."

He paced on the ground, humming and sneering in his mouth: "Controlling a waste as a puppet, you can't even keep the position of the city lord, you are sneaky, and you don't dare to show your strength, Darles, this is a secret organization that can't be seen. what."

"Master, if it is this kind of organization, I'm afraid it will be difficult to investigate." The butler said with a bitter face: "If the servant can't find out anything, please consider this plan, master."

"Consideration? Don't have to think about it. Based on the irreplaceability of my plans for them, I will take this city lord." The old baron sneered: "Don't think too much of them, Darles, if they are really strong enough You can manipulate me at will, I just surrender, why would they waste their brains sending this little **** to negotiate terms with me?"

"Master, you are so wise." The housekeeper bowed his head in compliment.

"But there is still a problem." Baron Rudd savored the content of the plan and frowned deeply: "This kid didn't tell me the whole truth, Darles, before you ask for information, make sure that the first phase of the arrest is made. It won't be because of information leaks, and, although it's unlikely, don't let me be really deceived by this kid."

The housekeeper bowed his head, frowning and seemed to feel a little unhappy: "Master, I still have a question, why didn't Master Jonker directly use this feat to persuade his father to change his mind? If he proved to Baron Lack that his stepmother was ill-intentioned, Baron Lack is very likely to change his mind on the issue of the title succession, isn't it? Why must Baron Lark... be tricked back to kill?"

He said the last sentence, his expression became even more awkward, and he seemed to feel very sick.

"I like your naive Darles." Baron Rudd laughed: "There are many dreams in the night, if it were me, I would definitely not think like you, instead of pinning my hopes on others, it is better to take advantage of the other party's confusion. Time to start early."

"Master, the servant is really stupid." Dalles blushed in embarrassment, he helped his eyes, and his expression was a little tangled: "Master, with all due respect, what I can't understand is the idea of ​​this young master Jonker, His quality is actually not qualified to be a noble. I agree with Lord Luck. This young master Jonker must be aware of this. Why is he so fanatical about the title? Is it just because of hatred? The servant thinks No, after all, he didn't get hurt, so why? He can escape completely, and I don't think City Lord Lack will chase him at all.

"You don't know?" Baron Rudd recovered from his thoughts, and a sly smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Ha, it's a coincidence, I don't think that little kid Lack knows the answer you want, but I really want to see it. It must be interesting to see how Luck feels and looks when he hears this from his son."

"Your Excellency, you are wise." Knowing that Baron Lud definitely knew the answer but didn't tell the truth, Darles was very funny and stopped asking, and turned to go to work.

…

In the middle of the night, Bai He found a room in the storage room of the city lord's mansion as a bedroom. Creation and magical work transformed the original shabby room into a new look. He slept on a large soft bed and buried his head on the chest of the elf maid. superior.

The elf maid is not flat chested, but it is not majestic either. She was bitten very badly, with an uncomfortable look on her face, and her two slender legs rubbed together.

There were fine beads of sweat on her slightly flushed face, and she breathed slightly, as if she was deep in a dream.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and the environment she was in made her stunned for a while. She looked around and was slightly startled when she saw the white-haired Zhengtai lying on her chest, and then she showed a cute expression that was both embarrassed and helpless.

She moved her upper body quietly, Bai He "Huh? ' He raised his head with a snort, sniffed ignorantly, and put his face on Sif's waist again, breathing on that piece of skin, Sif was angry and anxious.

Noticing the quilt beside the bed, her eyes lit up.

She grabbed the quilt and stuffed the soft quilt into it while Bai He was grabbing it. The beads of sweat on his forehead let out a sigh of relief, put his palms together and made a few prayers towards Bai He, then turned around and left the room lightly.

"Um?"

After a while, Bai Long took a bite of the quilt, opened his eyes wide, and saw clearly what he was holding, and immediately became very angry.

"Humph!"