In Lucas's mansion, he only took a glance at the signature on the letter and knew that the time had come.

It was time to act.

Tabria, that fat pig cherishes his life more than anyone else. There must be no better opportunity for him to think that the opportunity is perfect.

Lucas was about to throw the letter into the stove, but he stopped for a while and took it back, gently placing it on the table. If he succeeded, there would be no need to hide it. If he failed, there would be no chance to hide it.

The opportunity for revenge was right in front of him, and he had to re-examine himself. Lucas stood in front of the mirror, looking at the middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life in it. His vision gradually diverged, and he could no longer overlap with the boy who used to smile.

Yes, even the former self could not have guessed that the future would become like this, indifferent, ruthless, and unscrupulous to achieve his goals, gradually becoming the person he once hated the most.

And became like him... Marquis Winston...

But Lucas could not forget that the village was ruthlessly slaughtered by a bastard, his sister was kidnapped, and he shivered and huddled in the cold well water, not daring to make a sound even though his muscles were cramping from the cold.

It was a purgatory, a massacre, and the target was his innocent parents, neighbors, and everyone in the village.

He also could not forget the scene when he saw his sister's cold body on the top of the mountain. That was the last time he saw his sister. There was a shocking knife mark on the girl's neck.

Lucas spent almost half his life and tried every means to find clues to the culprit. Marquis Winston, that was a name he would never forget.

Now, today, he is about to take revenge. No matter what the result is, he did it after all, and when he saw his parents and sister, he finally had an explanation.

Lucas sighed, as if he wanted to spit out all the depression in his heart. An indescribable feeling of missing him, stronger than ever before, invaded his mind like poison. Lucas silently took out the only photo of his sister and looked at it again and again, tears streaming down his face.

"Wait for me, sister, I will definitely avenge you, definitely!"

Carefully putting away the photo and putting it in his underwear pocket, Lucas took out the two epic items he got from the auction, looked at them over and over again, and finally held the long sword in his hand, put on the necklace, got up and went out.

"Master, are you going on a long journey?"

Blake was using a magnifying glass to observe the ants on the tree at this time. The weather was a bit gloomy and it was dark and he couldn't see clearly. He used his free hand to hold the lamp, and his fingers were frozen red.

Seeing Lucas come out, he first noticed the box in the master's hand. In his impression, he would only do this when he went on a long journey.

"Travel...?" Lucas repeated, nodded, "Yeah, it's like that."

"Okay master, I'll go pack my luggage now." Blake's hands and feet were very quick. He immediately threw down the lamp and magnifying glass together and hurried to pack his clothes.

"No, Blake."

He looked at the reckless guy in front of him, and felt like he saw his former self.

Enthusiastic about everything, curious about everything, and looking forward to the future.

And now, he despises everything, doubts everything, and is numb to the future.

Maybe letting Blake stay by his side is just to make up for his childhood self?

"You stay here, wait, wait until about this time tomorrow, go to my study and open the cabinet door, the one I never let you touch."

"The key is already on your bedside."

Lucas explained everything to Brian, and then held the suitcase tightly under the other's puzzled eyes and left in the night.

......

Tabria was waiting for two people, one was Mr. Lucas and the other was Marquis Winston.

Mr. Lucas had a mortal grudge against the Marquis, so he couldn't not come, and the Marquis was even simpler.

He looked at a group of dead men and women on the ground. He had just returned to the fun that the nobles enjoyed when his grandfather was still alive. Tabria pulled up his pants and felt happy.

Marquis Winston will definitely come after he and a group of nobles have done these things.

As for whether the other party will suspect that this is a conspiracy? With the Marquis's stubborn pride, no.

He will only think that this group of ants is looking for death, and then quickly rush to kill them all.

This is the Marquis's style of doing things. He never takes anyone seriously.

Soon, he waited for Mr. Lucas. He was much earlier than the agreed time. Tabria saw the suitcase in his hand from a distance.

"Mr. Lucas, you are finally here."

"I remember I was late."

Lucas frowned and looked at the pocket watch in his hand.

"Of course, of course, you are not late."

Tabria had a sinister intention. He never thought that this guy could really pose any threat to the Marquis, but the power of the two epics was obvious to all, and it was enough to delay time.

The necklace of the Mother Earth Goddess, which infinitely infused vitality, plus the Death Blade that could consume vitality in exchange for a powerful blow, even the Marquis would find it difficult.

"When will Marquis Winston arrive?"

"He should receive the news from here soon and will definitely come immediately." Tabria waved his fat hands, "He has wanted to kill us for a long time."

Lucas nodded, frowned at the female corpse on the ground, and sat aside without saying a word.

......

Inside the fortune-telling room, Cross suddenly felt her heart tighten, and quickly fortune-told herself once, but there was no result.

She was confused, and the cold wind outside the window made her upset, so she closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, frowned and carefully observed the patterns on the cards, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Suddenly, Cross thought of something, and immediately fortune-told Townsend once, and her heart sank after seeing the result.

Soon, she pushed the door open and ran to the Marquis's house with all her strength, tears kept turning in her eyes, and fell to the ground with the flying of the magic broom.

......

"Are you a bunch of bastards tired of living?"

The Marquis's cold voice came, and Tabria's heart tightened. Looking up, she saw Townsend Winston walking towards here with a stern face.

"Mr. Lucas, he, he's coming!"

Leaving a word, Tabria ran back to the house. This simple hut built temporarily on the plain at least prevented him from seeing the Marquis.

"Lucas?" He looked coldly at the red-haired man in front of him with hatred, "Who are you?"

The Soul-Slaying Blade flashed, and Lucas directly poured most of his vitality into it. His body was instantly strained, and the high priest's totem was also frantically pouring vitality into him.

"Go to hell!"

With a swish, the sword flashed and pointed directly at the head of Marquis Winston.

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