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Chapter 292: Hooked Wolf

In the meeting room of the blue freighter, Wordsworth paced back and forth.

Painter's Hat, Prince Herama and Balkan just looked at him and no one disturbed him. After all, Wordsworth had the final say on the affairs of the Order, and he really needed time to think about it.

Ten ancient relics... This was an astronomical figure in Wordsworth's eyes. If Prince Herama hadn't been there, he wouldn't have even thought about it. But even if the two sides split it equally, asking him to take out five to exchange for inventions, this was too...

Wordsworth has never felt so aggrieved since he became the leader of a secret cult. Is he worshipping a god or doing business? Even if he is doing business, he cannot be ripped off like this.

But given the current situation...there aren't many ways out left for me.

Go and assassinate Nicholas again? Don't be ridiculous. At this moment, the other party is probably under the strict protection of the royal family. The difficulty of assassinating him is not much lower than assassinating the crown prince of the royal family.

He planned to get rid of Dou Nivar, but now neither Nikola nor Fafan had much to do with him. He could barely find a reason to clear away future obstacles and take revenge for his previous personal grudge.

Then after all the twists and turns, there is only one option left, which is to bite the bullet and get the invention from the Inquisitor. This is the most feasible option, and the invention is also of the greatest value to him.

Unlike Herama and the others, this invention was truly useful to Wordsworth. The Father God said that the Lost Sea was the promised land of the cult, and it contained a mystery just waiting for them to unlock.

“Prince Herama, you’d better visit Mr. Feng again in a few days to see if the conditions for the ten ancient relics can be negotiated.

It would be best if we could reduce it a little, and then we can discuss sharing it equally.”

After hearing Wordsworth blurt out these words after a long pause, Painter's Hat shook his head in a confused manner. Wordsworth still lacked some courage and was hesitant:

"Mr. Wordsworth, are you sure that the person who just fought with our believers was the inquisitor of the Saint's Sect? Could it be that the investigator of Moses Sadh was also involved?"

"Someone saw the Holy Lance of the Holy See, so it must be correct."

The Painter's Hat fell silent. He had originally wanted to provoke Wordsworth to snatch the invention away, but it seemed that the cult leader knew that he should not challenge the authority of the Saint's Sect at this time.

"Prince Herama, that's all for now about the Inquisitor. We are waiting for your news. Now let's discuss the arrangements for assassinating Dou Nivar. The opening ceremony of his restaurant will be in three days."

Kill Dou Nivar? Unlike Wordsworth, Heramar had no personal grudge against this famous investigation captain whom he had never met. Now that the invention was no longer in his hands, why would he bother to assassinate him?
What does my deal with von Stroevsky have to do with Dou Nivar?
"Assassination is not my specialty. You two can discuss it. If you need help, come to me."

Prince Herama is a man who is used to enjoying life. It is rare for him to stay up so late with a few people today. He is going back to sleep. He heard that a new batch of servants will be delivered from the port tomorrow morning, so he has to get up early to watch the beast fights.

Wordsworth didn't have much to say, so he just kept his painter's hat and talked about the assassination for another half an hour.

"Well, Mr. Wordsworth, call me anytime if you need any help."

Painter's Hat walked out of the cabin and got off the freighter with a normal expression, followed the path and knocked on White's door.

It was almost late at night. White changed into pink pajamas and held a book of poetry in his hand. When he saw the painter's hat outside the door, he yawned exaggeratedly:

"Mr. Alva, you didn't come to see me so late on purpose, did you? Let me make it clear in advance. I was asked to come out to help you assassinate Dou Niwar.

If you need me to do anything else, that will be at a different price.”

It has to be said that White is worthy of being the top girl in the club and even in New Newrent. When she raised her hand, she revealed the exaggerated and graceful curves of her neck and chest. Even Alva couldn't help swallowing.

"Go in, I have business to attend to."

Alva recovered quickly. Sometimes even White had to admire that the young man in front of him was indeed different from others. The twisted obsession buried in his heart was so strong that it could overcome lust.

"Sit anywhere, I'll pour you a drink."

There must have been scented candles just lit in White's room, and there was a sweet and tempting fragrance in the air.

The red wine was placed on the table. Alva took a sip and continued:
"Wordsworth decided to assassinate him three days later, on the day Ricky's restaurant opened."

"Hurry up, my hands are almost broken these past two days."

White tightened his flawless, slender palm and looked at it.

"What do you think? Any chance?"

“It’s a good time. Although I don’t know why my boss Ricky comes to the restaurant so seldom, I can tell that he is very concerned about this business. He will definitely be there on the opening day and let his guard down.

But... have you ever thought that there will be a lot of investigators coming that day, and his colleagues have been inseparable from him recently.

If you can't carry out the assassination, I advise you to give up the idea as soon as possible."

Painter's Hat nodded, it was pretty much what he expected.

"This is our assassination plan. Please listen carefully..."

The Painter's Hat drank red wine and ate the remaining cheese on the table, and told Wordsworth the whole plan they had just discussed.

"How should I put it? If it is to assassinate other people, even some big figures in New New Lent, I think it is more than enough.

But Ricky...is not like an ordinary person. He looks clumsy but has extraordinary sharpness. Sometimes even I can't tell which of his words are true and which are false. "

Thinking of his last failed assassination attempt, White pursed his plump lips up and down. It was so almost there, how did this guy see through it?

"So you don't think highly of this assassination plan."

"I don't think it's a good idea. Don't let me join the plan. I don't want to be thrown into a cell by the investigator or the sheriff."

"What if I insist on letting you participate?"

"Then remember to go to the club and give Lady Charlotte a message. She has some acquaintances in the police station who might be willing to get her cash cow out again."

Alva sat in the chair and looked at White across from him. He had to admit that she was a truly stunning beauty. Not only did her appearance attract criminals, but her personality was also very interesting. She was definitely not a dull ornamental vase. "I'm letting you participate, but I'm not asking you to assist in Wordsworth's assassination. On the contrary, I want you to do your best to help Ricky escape from the deadly trap set by Wordsworth."

"Oh?"

White's eyes narrowed into a crescent:
"That sounds a lot more interesting. What is your ultimate goal? You don't really want me to throw myself into your arms, do you? To be honest, Ricky, I don't like it, but I can accept it reluctantly.

But the lady next to him, Mr. Millie Tang, is so good-looking that even I am attracted to her. I am happy with her even if she is a little short."

"Gain Richie's trust and attend the dinner before the Continental Expo."

Painter Hat drank the red wine in the glass. As the expo drew closer, some information leaked out. Two days ago, he heard that the royal family had begun to place large orders for flowers and red wine. He guessed that they were preparing for the dinner.

"and then?"

"We're trying to get close to Nikola. He's still our target. Of course, if that doesn't work, we can always try to get close to Ricky as a second choice."

White's dancing is the best among Moses Sadeh. He doesn't believe that Ricky can remain calm as White claims, so he invites him to dance at the party, believing that no man can resist such temptation.

"Okay, but I need you to find a few people to act with me."

"Well, I came to you today to discuss this matter."

Alva forced himself not to look at White. Being close to her, he could clearly feel her breath, smell the pleasant scent of her hair, and even touch her body from time to time.

Alva was unconsciously becoming a little distracted.

"That's all. Remember, you must gain Ricky's trust and create the illusion that you saved his life."

"Sure, Alva, can I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

"Why do you want to kill Nikolai, your father, so badly?"

Alva, who had just stood up and put on his coat, was stunned because White was the first person to ask him this question.

The idea of ​​patricide had been in his mind for several years, but no one had ever asked him about it in person. Wordsworth and his people only pulled him into the camp because they had the same goal, and they didn't care about the reason at all.

Others... they only knew that there was a rift between the father and son, but no one thought he would be so extreme.

Extreme? Alva asked himself. This question cannot be answered in a few words. It is the feedback given to him by the combination of countless memory fragments in his mind.

When he first saw his father humble himself and make peace with the Gear Church, when he saw his father criticize his own invention to pieces, when one day his father told him that he would marry a new wife, countless fragments were layered on top of each other.

He didn't know since when, but countless images of that father, the most remarkable inventor in the Western Continent, the man who deeply loved his deceased wife, shattered in his mind at the same time.

Perhaps these images had cracks before, these opaque frosted glass once covered his sky, making him disoriented and unable to see the scenery in the distance.

From the day the glass broke, he could truly see the outside world.

Now that things have come to this, is there any need to kill Nicholas?
Alva didn't dare to think any further. He stood there speechless.

"Go back to sleep, poor little thing. Don't you still have to help me tomorrow?"

Like a mother, White raised her arms, held Alva in her arms, and patted his head.

White is rich now, and she's not doing this for the money, at least not now.

She just liked to see the despair in those men's eyes. The men thought White was the canary in their cage, but they didn't know that in White's eyes, they were just a group of lost children who lacked maternal love.

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The next day, in the Tianying Restaurant on Helen Street, Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang were having breakfast by the window.

The same can be said of Kou Gang. The villa he rented was cheap, but the kitchen was broken. Fortunately, Tianying Restaurant was not too far from the villa.

He and Millie Tang could only use the carriage parked in the alley behind the villa to disguise themselves and then walk to their own restaurant for breakfast.

Liu Yong had his back to the window, while Millie Tang was facing the window. The breakfast made by Baba tasted good, at least it was very much to Liu Yonglu's taste, very salty and very sweet.

Millie Tang ate in a more reserved manner, frowning from time to time, and she had a light taste.

While eating, I looked out the window and saw that Miss White from Richie seemed to have been called out. Three or four men were talking around her. Miss White had an embarrassed expression and no one knew what they were talking about.

"Eat, what are you looking at?"

Liu Yonglu asked vaguely, with a pancake with eggs and pickles in his mouth.

"Nothing, just looking at the pedestrians and continuing to eat."

Millie Tang admired White's pitiful appearance, and suddenly felt her appetite whetted. She lowered her head and took a sip of the thick soup.

Hey, it’s Friday, and it’s almost the weekend. I wish you all a happy weekend.

I will still update normally today, but maybe I will update less tomorrow because I promised my daughter to take her to the oceanarium. I apologize to everyone in advance.

Let me see the status. If it is good, it will be the same. If it is not good, it may be 1k-2k less. Please bear with me.

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(End of this chapter)