The Wizard’s Way Home

　　 Kenan walked slowly into the lobby of the casino. In the casino are rows of tables with some gambling equipment unique to this world. For example, there are only four-sided sieves or something.

　　 Gamblers in twos and threes were looking at the table nervously around several tables. Some were excited, some were upset, some were happy, some beat their chests, and there were many others.

　　 But there are mostly individual visitors in the lobby. They were all mercenaries and gamblers who didn't have much money. The real big customers are in private rooms. After all, people have some strange habits when they have money, especially some nobles, who pride themselves on being superior, and don't like to mix with these "clay legs".

　　 Kenan walked directly towards the second floor after turning around the hall. Two big men stopped at the entrance of the stairs and saw that Kenan was a raw face, and quickly stopped, "Your Excellency, please show your proof, otherwise we won't let you go up."

　　 Generally speaking, this proof is either an introduction by an acquaintance or a way out of money. But Kenan was looking for faults today, so naturally he wouldn't give these thugs a good look. Kenan tapped his finger lightly, and the strong man slumped to the ground.

　　 The strong man behind saw that his partner had fallen down and knew it was not good, so he quickly drew out the dagger from his waist and stabbed Kenan.

　　 "The touch of exhaustion." An invisible ripple spread out, and many guards who were affected by the ripple slumped to the ground.

　　 Kenan didn't even look at it, and walked straight upstairs. As for those guards who have not been affected, let them go. Kenan also needs someone to inform their senior management. Waiting for those high-level officials to come, just to catch them all. It is too troublesome to find them one by one in the province.

　　 After stepping to the second floor, Kenan scanned it mentally and found that the second floor was full of small single rooms. Each single room is very luxuriously decorated. In each single room, there are a few gorgeously dressed people sitting. Everyone was accompanied by a few barely dressed women. If you want to come, you should be the children of some wealthy businessmen or nobles.

　　 Kenan thought for a while and wanted to release a tired touch and put all these people on the ground. The reason why these people are put here is to control some of the hostages. As long as the behind-the-scenes owner of this casino wants to stay in Harritz, he will not allow so many noble children to be controlled by himself. Otherwise, without Kenan's action, he would face an attack from the noble forces in Harrez.

　　 After checking and finding that there were no fish that slipped through the net, Kenan walked up to the third floor.

　　 The third floor is much simpler than the first and second floors. There is only a study room and a few lounges for thugs.

　　 Needless to say, those thugs were exhausted by the exhaustion, and they couldn't stand up while lying on the ground. And a fat middle-aged man was lying on the ground with his head bowed, not daring to look up at the man in black who couldn't see his face. For fear of the other party being upset, he would kill himself and throw him into the trash. It's like dealing with gamblers who can't pay the bill.

　　 Kenan is looking at these decorative books with great interest. At least these books are brand new in terms of their newness and oldness, and none of them seems to have been flipped by anyone.

　　 But Kenan looked through a few books hopefully but was disappointed. It turns out that these are novels such as girls and knights, or collections of poems written by bards. They are all popular books circulated among aristocratic ladies, and they are of no value to Kenan.

　　 threw the book aside, Kenan sat down on the comfortable seat that was originally a fat man. "Have your people notified the backer behind you? If you don't come again, I will hang your head with that wolf's head."

　　 When the fat man heard it, he was as frightened as a sieve, "Big, please wait a moment, Lord Kilian will come soon. This is his most important industry pillar, and he won't leave it alone."

　　 "Oh, that's good, as far as you know, who are the people under this earl?" Kenan put a pair of feet on the solid wood table and looked at the fat man lying on the floor with interest.

Seeing the fat man hesitating, Kenan continued, "If you are right, then maybe you can continue to run this casino. If you are wrong, hehe, you know the consequences. Now it’s time to choose your destiny. You think about it."

　　 The fat man hesitated for a moment when he heard it, knowing that he had to choose to stand in line now. If he chose the wrong one, it would naturally be a dead end. If he chose the right one, he could at least save his life. The fat man hesitated for a moment and then made up his mind, "My lord, count, he has a small team of official knights, a dozen elite rogues, three hundred pikemen, fifty archers, and it is said that there is also a professional swordsman."

　　 Hearing the word "professional", Kenan's eyes lit up, and he finally had some energy, "Tell me more about the professional."

The fat man trembled like a sifting chaff, "My lord, this kind of confidential matter is not something I can know. The professionals in the hands of every adult are the top secret existence. If it weren't for chance, I wouldn't know that Lord Earl had a sword. Ji exists."

　　 Kenan scanned Fatty’s mental fluctuations and knew that Fatty must have concealed something. But Kenan didn't care. People like the fat man just bet on both sides. When he got rid of Earl Killian, the fat man was the first to surrender, and he would do his best to do things for himself. As for now, let him lie down first~www.wuxiaspot.com~ To be honest, Kenan doesn't care whether these people are loyal or not. If you need to remain loyal, Kenan has a hundred ways to do it. Kenan's main value is whether the person is useful, as long as the person can do things for himself, then loyalty is not important.

　　 Kenan just sat in the seat leisurely, closing his eyes and waiting for the arrival of Earl Kilian. And the fat man didn't dare to stand up without receiving Kenan's order. Had to lie on the ground like this.

　　 After waiting for half an hour, a mess of footsteps sounded outside the gate of the casino.

Kenan stood up and looked outside. On the open space outside stood twelve knights in full plate armor, twenty archers with hardwood longbows, and about a hundred in leather armor. Pikemen with spears.

　　 The leader of the team was wearing a black leather coat, with a cross sword astride his waist, and was guarded by twelve knights in the middle. And beside the black leather jacket, a man wearing a black cloak and unable to see his face stood behind him.

　　 Kenan picked up the fat man, pointed to the person headed outside and said, "That person is Earl Killian?"

　　 The fat man glanced at him and nodded quickly, "Yes, this is Lord Kilian, and the person next to him should be Sword Princess. I didn't expect that Lord Earl had transferred half of the knight."

"Unexpectedly, you Lord Earl is very wealthy. It seems that this casino is also a daily profit. If he can't support these troops only by relying on the land tax of this place, why does he maintain such a large armed force? Is it to rebel?" Kenan asked with interest.

　　 The fat man smirked and didn't know how to answer.

　　 "Well, none of this is important anymore. I will accept this family business."