The cold-faced earl doesn't want to trigger the plot

But Riber knew that the misunderstanding about himself might increase again.

Book Two: Chapter 91, Night of Sin (Final)

Early morning.

The sky outside is already slightly bright.

And in the still brightly lit two-story building, Bruce Brimer was receiving a rare guest.

Now 45 years old, under the pressure of work, Bruce, who has already put on weight under the pressure of work and is half bald, is the newspaper editor of "Greenwater Pioneer Daily".

And at this moment, in the newspaper headquarters of Pioneer Daily, in the president's room, the person sitting firmly on the sofa is Erhard Green, the head of the Knights of the Royal Knights in Greenwater City.

In the past, Erhard has been stationed at the labyrinth not far from Greenwater City.Because, recently, a large number of monsters have been gushing out from the depths of the labyrinth.Not only is it not suitable for adventurers to explore, but even many monsters that escape will endanger the surrounding area.

However, even if the situation on the other side of the labyrinth was critical, the Knights, which were stretched thin, did not have the energy to send a large number of troops there.

However, the incident itself was innocuous.

Because, the leader of the Greenwater Knights is the undoubted absolute main force of the Knights, and her presence is enough.

Now that the problem with the labyrinth has not been resolved, President Bruce is naturally surprised to see Erhard who came to visit him overnight.

"I didn't expect that Captain Green would come here, it really makes this agency..."

"There's no need to say polite words, let's get straight to the point."

Erhard leaned on the sofa with his arms outstretched and said.

The tone is straightforward, the movements are not elegant, and even the name sounds masculine, Erhard is actually a famous woman in her 30s.

She has long, brightly colored blond hair, but it's not combed or brushed, so it looks dull and disheveled.

And Erhard himself should be a rather beautiful woman.

The reason for saying "should" is that there is a terrifying huge scar that almost split her face in two, extending from her forehead to the side of her face.

No matter how good Erhard's background is, a person with such a scar on his face cannot be called "beautiful".

By the way, Erhard didn't come alone this time. Behind her, beside the sofa, stood a petite woman dressed as a secretary.

"The topic, haha... the topic? I'm so sorry, I couldn't even prepare the tea in time."

The president of the newspaper took out the handkerchief in his breast pocket, pretended to wipe his sweat to show his nervousness, and said with a dry smile.

"To put it simply, for the commotion tonight, I don't want tomorrow, no, is it already today? I don't want today's newspaper to read any report that is not good for the Knights, not even a single word. And, in this way It will last at least half, no, a month."

With a scar on his face, Erhard, who had no chance of being beautiful, raised his eyebrows as sharp as a sword slightly, showing a heroic posture.

"This..."

President Bruce then wiped his sweat,

"It's really... something that can't be done at all."

After the words fell, Bruce, who put away the handkerchief again, no longer bowed to the sofa prepared for the guests, but turned around and sat down behind his desk, put his legs on the table, and said with a sneer.

"The last time we made a deal with the Knights, we postponed the report on the 'Dismemberer' and published the article according to the wishes of the Knights. This has already caused a huge loss to the newspaper. As long as we didn’t say anything, do you know how much influence this will make our Vanguard Daily lose?”

"How do I remember that in exchange, the Knights provided a lot of internal information. So, let you post a series of exclusive articles that can greatly increase sales?"

"Hehe, it's about internal intelligence, isn't it all news that our agency's reporters can snoop on?"

Bruce said casually, then withdrew his raised legs, leaned on the table with his shoulders, showing a dignified attitude,

"However, if Captain Green is going to make a deal this time, I really hope that he can make it clear earlier. I am still quite interested. If I stop this newspaper when it is about to be printed, Captain Green will definitely pay , quite a bargaining chip, right?"

"So... let me think about it. In this night's incident, a total of nine members of the Knights died in the line of duty, one member was in emergency rescue, 23 people were lightly injured and unconscious, and a total of [-] severe punishments Prison escape... what's the news?"

Erhard stretched out his hand, took a document from the secretary, quickly scanned the numbers on it, and said.

Hearing Erhard's words, Bruce was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Hahaha! Captain Green, are you kidding me? Or, do you think our agency's reporters can't even collect such simple information?"

"Is it funny?"

Seeing Bruce laughing, Erhard also retracted his unfolded posture,

"Is it really funny?"

Erhard, who was sitting upright, stared at Bruce.

And Bruce suddenly felt that the temperature in the room dropped a lot in an instant.

He swallowed,

"Anyway... Anyway, no. Due to the negligence of the Knights, so many criminals escaped to the city, if... if this matter is not reported..."

"Who told you to hide the matter of felons? I didn't tell you, 'A total of nine members of the Knights died in the line of duty, one member was in emergency rescue, 23 people were lightly injured and lethargic, and there were a total of [-] felons Prison escape'? Is it really that difficult to write this information in the report without any emotional color, and then help the Knights to promote martial law in the city and call on the people to be careful when they go out?"

Erhard asked with a low voice.

"No... no, no way! You knights are not qualified to strangle our journalists by the throat!"

Seeing the changing atmosphere of Erhard and the horrific scar on his face, Bruce seemed to have finally realized what kind of existence was in front of him.

However, he still poked his neck and said.

Because, no matter how dangerous the opponent is, he is still the leader of the Knights.

It is impossible for the other party to do anything radical other than threats.

"What does it mean to choke your throat? Are you a demon? Do you not understand our human language? Why do you avoid saying the same thing to me?"

Erhard questioned, sighed, and waved,

"So, so what? Can you have a good talk with me?"

What Erhard received from the secretary was a black butterfly-shaped mask that could cover the upper half of his face.

And Bruce, who saw Erhard put on the mask, suddenly began to tremble violently, and he held the fingers of his right hand firmly with his left hand as if he couldn't restrain himself.

"This time, how many fingers can you stick to?"

"You... you you! It turned out to be you! I, I should have thought of it a long time ago! You, every time you appear, it is related to the Knights...Ah, ah ah——guard, guard——!"

Bruce seemed to have collapsed, screaming hysterically for a while, but no guards came.

It's not that Erhard did something in advance, but at this time, among the newspaper offices that are either busy or not yet on duty, there are not many people themselves.

After yelling for a long time without gaining anything, Bruce, who seemed to have vented all the fear and hatred in his heart, showed a determined expression on his face.

"You, you dare not, I already know that you are Erhard Green, you dare not torture me anymore... So, today's report is still the same, no matter what, I will not change it!"

After slapping the table vigorously with both hands, Bruce roared viciously.

But unlike his ferocious voice and movements, behind the desk, his legs were already shaking so much that they almost didn't belong to him.

This "mysterious man" in the butterfly mask really cast a deep psychological shadow on him.

So, in front of Erhard now, Bruce doesn't say it's a confrontation, he just feels chest tightness and dizziness, a sense of suffocation keeps coming up, and even speaking and breathing are becoming difficult.

And Erhard turned his head to look at her secretary,

"Positive effect, or negative effect?"

The secretary pushed the glasses on the tip of his nose, looked at the sweat on Bruce's forehead,

"Positive effect."

"Tsk, it seems that we need to add more fire."

Erhard muttered to himself, then leaned his body back slightly, and put his right leg on top of his left leg.

"I'll tell you a secret about the Knights. Don't go around talking about it."

Erhard said so, but his tone became casual,

"You also know that although I am called the 'leader' most of the time, in fact, I am just the leader of the Greenwater branch. Therefore, there are more than 100 leaders like me in the kingdom. indivual."

"Then do you know, when we go back to the capital to report on our duties every few years, what will the people from the headquarters of the knights in the capital call us?"

"'Header' is naturally not acceptable. Because at that time, there were too many headmen in the headquarters. Moreover, usually, the only one who can be called head in the headquarters is the chief head of the Royal Knights."

"Then just call it by name? That won't work. Because there are many new nobles in the Knights, and there are also many old nobles. Moreover, the new nobles are also trying to become 'old', so only a few decades of history, they will be themselves The names of people have become very, very long, to the extent that you may not be able to write a line of your report. Therefore, no matter who it is, it is impossible to remember so many names in a short period of time."

"That's why the people in the Royal Capital Knights Headquarters, and even ourselves, will use this method to address the heads of the various places."

Erhard said, pointing forward with his finger,

"You, 'Charr'. You, 'Ohm'. You, 'Slymp'. You..."

Erhard finally pointed his finger at himself,

"'Greenwater'."

Saying that, Erhard shook his hand in disgust,

"It's really inexplicable, isn't it? It's obvious that I'm only in this city, and I'm just the head of the knight order. I don't know when, even my code name has become the name of this city."

"Do you really think that I want to be the head of the Knights of this city? This prisoner keeps popping up like garbage, damn the city. And I have to sit on a fat man like you On the opposite side of the pig, smelling the oily smell from you, pretending not to care, and pretending to be friendly."

"However, I can't help it. Because I have been completely connected with this city, my code name has become the name of the city. Everyone knows that I live in this city, and everyone knows that I live in this city. This city is everything to me."

Erhard stood up and walked quickly to Bruce's desk.

Snapped!

She dropped her hands and pressed them on the desk.

Compared with Bruce's hard reshoots before, Erhard's behavior can only be regarded as "lightly" letting go.

However, under Erhard's pressure, the solid wooden table, which was still motionless even after being hit hard by Bruce, actually showed cracks.

Seeing such a scene, Bruce, who had already shrunk his neck when Erhard, who was still wearing a butterfly mask, walked towards him, was even more afraid to say a word.

"I'm really sorry. I accidentally insulted you just now. It's because those words came from my heart. Also, when you are so close to me, can you control your breathing? Let the air be filled with your temperature, It's really unpleasant. Also, I'm sorry for breaking your table, and the Knights will pay you back. Of course, if the Knights are still there."

"Oh? You look like you don't understand what I'm talking about. You probably don't realize that you are destroying our knight order by publishing such reports."

"Usually, you can say whatever you like. You can criticize the incompetence of the Knights, exaggerate the dereliction of duty of the Knights, or insult the inaction of the Knights. Detective, if they say they are better than the entire knight order combined, we can also bear it."

"But, didn't you hear? Just last night, nine members of the regiment died in the line of duty. Some of them were directly eaten by insects and turned into bones, and some were cut into pieces of meat, and their heads could not be found."

"The Knights are now full of grief and cannot bear any more."

"No matter what you journalists think and what purpose you have. But now, the public thinks you are their mouthpiece, and you are speaking for them. Even in the Knights, there are many people who are like this thought."

"So in this period, if the Knights are abused, slandered, and condemned by the voice of the 'public' again, the Knights will really collapse."

"Do you think that the Knights have always protected guys like you because of the poor salary and the reputation that you don't want to smell? You produce [-] daily newspapers a day, and these newspapers are ordinary members of the Knights. I can only afford about half of it without food or drink for a year.”

"What really binds them in this ridiculous organization is the organization itself, the structure itself, and the rules themselves."

"If the knight order ceases to exist, it must not be an external attack, because a few cheap knight order members die, and then they can be replenished from the training center. So they will only be damaged from the inside."

"And if we lose the knight order, which maintains everything now, there will be a lot of thugs like me released from it."

As Erhard said, he stretched out two fingers and pinched Bruce's right wrist, causing Bruce, who was already frightened and about to collapse, to let out a cry of grief.

"The previous words were said by me as the leader of the Knights, 'Greenwalt'. But what follows is my personal threat."

"Our Green family can be regarded as a noble family with head and face. Therefore, as long as you pay enough gold coins and cut off the wrists of one or two people, I, as the heir, will not be questioned and punished. However, throwing away the severed wrists is fine It's too wasteful. So, what do you think of mincing meat and making pies and feeding them to his family?"

Bruce, whose pupils were already filled with fear, tried his best to withdraw his wrist, but no matter how hard he tried, it still remained motionless.

Until, Erhard continued to pinch his wrist, lifted it up, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Now, do you know what to do?"

Facing Erhard's "kind" face, the "knowledgeable" Bruce nodded his head.

...

...

Walking out of the newspaper office one after the other, the secretary walking in front looked back at Erhard who was still rubbing his fingers on the clothes on his arms.

"Damn, it's disgusting, why do I even have to protect such a dirty guy?"

As if wanting to rub off a layer of skin on his hands, he continued to rub against the fabric of his clothes, Erhard asked aloud,

"What's the next itinerary?"

"To visit the Count of Campret, madam."