Destiny Thief

Chapter 64 Ignition II

In the room, the bonfire in the fireplace crackled and burned, and the flickering light shone on the face and reflected people's hearts.

The air was hot, but no one felt warm—one of the three people involved in this operation, Jill, hooked his head and got into the crowd at the side of the long table.He looked at William kneeling on the floor in the middle of the house, filled with fear and anxiety.

If the leader Cosmo insists on pursuing this matter to the end, apart from William, Joseph will have nothing to do with him—in the southern city of Afron, "Grizzly" Cosmo is indeed an out-and-out villains, but within Bloody Tusks, Cosmo is, in a way, a very good leader.At least, things have always been fair.

If William is punished, or if something happens at the hands of the angry leader.Then he and Joseph would definitely not be much better off.

Jill prayed silently, he gently pushed aside the shoulders of the person in front of him, and peeked through the gap between the people—but when he just showed his head, he found that a gloomy gaze had already landed on him.

And in his ears, "greedy and self-righteous guy..." still echoed, the sharp words, like a whip dipped in water, whipped his frightened heart severely.

Following this line of sight, although Jill knew that Cosmo never allowed his subordinates to go against his will, but this time, the courage that came from nowhere made him stand out from the crowd:

"Boss, but the target is still in Afron. We still have a chance."

"Hey - there is still a chance? Just rely on you few bastards?"

Spit was splashing in the air, and Cosmo was mocking. Looking at his unsatisfactory subordinates, he suddenly grinned softly.

"Idiot! A possible high-level inaugural professional, do you think that just a few of you are enough?"

"But I think it's okay to try, this time we were just too careless."

It seemed like scolding and ridicule, but there was a hint of looseness in it. William heard this meaning and quickly said - the punishment of the resistance organization is only the worst choice under forced circumstances.If possible, he didn't want to leave "Bloody Fang" and return to the old days of wandering mercenaries living in the open.Moreover, William was not convinced by the fight with the bandit leader. In that case, being ambushed and missing a moment could not truly reflect the strength gap between the two sides.

He looked up at Cosmo, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"hey-hey."

Cosmo sneered twice, touched the blue gemstone on the ring and did not speak.The reason why he is angry is not just because of the mess up of this matter - he is very clear about the virtues of his subordinates, and he also has a rough estimate of the strength of the target.The reason for his annoyance, apart from the self-assertion of several subordinates and the loss of Leyle, was more due to his bad mood after returning from Clover Manor.

But now, after a day, Cosmo's anger has gradually subsided, and he has returned to his usual rationality.

It seems that his subordinates have not forgotten the majesty of his leader. Cosmo looked around and looked at the cowering and frightened faces. In the lost purse, there were hundreds of shining silver Rael, and it was impossible for him to grow legs and run back.Let them go to make up for their mistakes, in fact, it is not impossible.

Cosmo kept his face expressionless, his gaze swept over William, then Jill, and finally fixed on Joseph—on the greasy bald head, all the eyes in the room immediately gathered.

As the old man of "Blood Fang" and Cosmo's confidant, Joseph quickly understood the leader's mind - the leader needs to show his majesty.And for some things that need to let go of the steps, you need to let other people speak and lead to the introduction.

"Boss, send more people. I think there is still hope for this matter. After all, the goal is to be alone."

Joseph touched Guangliang's head and said in a low voice.

"Really? Joseph, since you are so confident, this matter is entrusted to you. You can choose the manpower you need now."

Cozmo took out a bottle of Calsas red wine from the closet on the wall, and drank a big gulp into his big furry mouth.

……

In Afron in autumn night, from the little lights at night, it gradually changed into pitch-black darkness.In the deep night sky, a full moon hangs high and alone, the breeze blows through the clouds, and the night scene under the moonlight becomes cold.

Avronsi, the reception at Clover Manor has come to an end.The servants set about cleaning and clearing away the dishes.The guests who were invited to the reception left one after another.They were either elated and smiling because they met a beautiful noble lady or lady, or they smiled knowingly at each other because they knew some news.Markuro stood at the door of the hall, smiling and waving, personally seeing off every departing guest.

His smile was genuine and joyful—shortly after the reception began, a short instant news was quickly spread under the arrangement of someone with a heart: Mr. Lecter of Karthus came to the reception!Not beyond Makuro's expectations, this news was so "inspiring" that some nobles and representatives of various forces in Afron City had previously held a neutral wait-and-see position for various reasons, but after knowing After the news, they all made some explicit or implicit statements to him.

As for the other indifferent ones, most of them are young noble ladies who are keen on gossip and gossip.When his cousin, Lina Barros, returned to the reception hall from the small garden, these usually idle ladies swarmed over like a group of chirping sparrows to inquire about information.

For this situation, Makuro was happy to see it - he watched his cousin and "Mr. Lecter" return to the hall one by one, and he winked again at the young man with short brown hair blink.

From the bottom of his heart, he admired Lecter's past deeds, as well as himself.But in each other's position, soliciting or seeking refuge is not a matter of noble etiquette and rules.Therefore, finding another way and forming a close relationship between the two parties is actually a more suitable choice.

On the level of communication between the upper-class nobles, through Lecter as an intermediary, he also expressed a kind of goodwill to Karthus.

Looking up at the night sky, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Makuro's mouth—he could imagine what kind of expression Afron's Royal Navy Admiral Leos would have when he got the news. .

Perhaps it's time for this group of rigid-tempered, ignorant fellows to recognize the facts.

(End of this chapter)