Arnold looked livid and took the letter from Karan's hand.

He read the letter carefully and was trembling with anger. He said angrily to Karan: "Then you also tell Raphael that he is a pretentious hypocrite!"

"Don't tell me, I'm not your mouthpiece."

Karan spread his hands.

Arnold was full of anger and had nowhere to vent. When he caught her, he scolded her: "And you! You undisciplined slave! Do you think I can't see your intentions clearly? Don't think that by following Raphael all day long, he can marry her.

You, he has been engaged a long time ago!!"

"I really never thought about this..."

"What's so great about him? It's just that he was born a few minutes earlier than me! I can do what he can do. Does he think that the title is firmly in his hands? There may be some natural or man-made disasters in the future!"

Arnold walked up and down the room, shouting angrily, and Karan plugged his ears and prepared to leave.

But as soon as she turned around, she ran into the dark gun port.

A pale blond man wearing a black suit and holding a murder weapon walked into Arnold's room.

Originally, he didn't expect to find anyone in the maze-like castle so quickly.

But Arnold didn't close the door and let out a roar of hundreds of decibels in the room, which immediately attracted him.

"Arnold..." Karan called calmly.

Arnold was still walking around behind her, waving his hands: "It's not that I'm not capable enough, nor that I was born a few minutes later than him, I'm just too lazy to argue with him! He really thinks highly of himself!"

"Arnold, now is not the time to talk about this..."

Karan looked straight into the eyes of the man in black. He was covered in sweat and his face was pale. He was obviously not a professional killer. Moreover, his expression was extremely nervous. Karan was afraid that he would fire the gun if his hands shook.

"Isn't it time to talk about this yet? He tried that kind of trick to hurt me last time! Now my father wants me to study abroad...hell, I don't want to leave home at all! It's all his fault!"

Arnold roared and turned around, seeing Karan holding a gun on his head and retreating step by step.

He was stunned on the spot, and his twisted expression didn't even have time to retract.

"Who are you!?" he shouted angrily at the blond man.

The blond man was frightened and raised his hand in an instant, aiming his gun at Arnold. Kallan took the opportunity to escape, so he closed the door with his heel, and then threatened: "Go back! Come into the room! I am Dunan's friend.

, I just want justice for him!"

"Fair? If you have the guts, just come to me!" Arnold pointed at his head, his voice angrily, "If you don't have the guts, get out!"

Karan was not intimidated by the blond man, but he was intimidated by him.

Arnold looked fierce and fearless, like a man-eating beast. He strode forward, pushed Karan away, and pressed his forehead against the gun. The blond man was forced to take a step back.

"You were still nursing in your mother's arms when I was threatened by this thing!" Arnold subdued the blond man with one grapple. He knocked the man to the ground and sat on his back.

The blond man let out a shrill wail.

Then the gun misfired.

The bullet grazed Karan's ankle and entered the wooden floor, and the blood quickly soaked his socks.

Karan screamed in pain.

Arnold raised his eyes to look at her. At this time, the blond man who was subdued by him quickly turned over and sat up, his eyes filled with fear, anger, and panic.

He held the gun firmly again: "Go to the bedroom! Don't scream!"

He pointed at Kalandau.

"Don't scream anymore, you hear me! If you scream again, I'll kill you!"

Arnold covered Karan's mouth and dragged her toward the bedroom. The two of them stumbled and almost fell when they passed the shoe cabinet.

"Damn it, damn it! Why doesn't anything good happen every time I'm with you!?" Arnold complained in a low voice.

Karan was so distraught that he wanted to chop off his feet.

"If you want justice, go to the court." Arnold said as he walked. "There has never been such a thing in Thorn Bird Manor since ancient times."

The blond man shouted desperately: "The court will not give me a fair sentence. I will avenge Dunan with my own hands!"

Arnold cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, who is Dunan? Is this man a madman?"

Karan finally regained some sanity: "Dunan is the member of the Democratic Party who was assassinated by the royalists some time ago! The popular candidate for the next cabinet prime minister!"

"What does this have to do with me?" Arnold sneered.

"This is none of your business?" The blond man laughed crazily, "It's all your father...it's all your father's fault! He has to pay the price!"

"Wait, I'm innocent!" Karan couldn't straighten up in pain.

"You all have to pay the price!!"

The blond man was obviously unconscious and he would shoot them at any time.

"Hurry up, raise your hands! I'll call you later. You're going to trick Edmond Theowell into coming up. Do you understand?"

Arnold stood in front of Karan, hiding his movements with his open coat.

Karan felt something cold and hard fall into his hand.

She lowered her head and saw that it was a gun.

When Arnold fell by the shoe cabinet just now, he was actually trying to get a weapon secretly.

"Hurry up, put your hands up!" The blond man shot a bullet at their feet, and Arnold immediately raised his hands.

His back was to the blond man.

Karan was facing him, and covered by his coat, it was easier to aim and shoot.

"Hit him." Arnold mouthed to Karan.

It was the first time Karan touched a gun, and it took him a long time to touch both the front and back before he could get it out.

The blond man dialed the phone and walked over step by step.

"Hurry up and hit him." Arnold urged anxiously, and then stepped on Karan.

The foot happened to step on her injured area, and she screamed and pulled the trigger. With a "bang", the blond man fell to the ground.

She hit him in the stomach.

Arnold quickly took the gun from her trembling and numb hand, turned around and fired a bullet into the blond man's forehead and chest. After confirming that he was dead, Arnold rolled up the carpet to prevent the blood from spreading.

"Take off your clothes." Arnold turned back to Callan and said coldly.

"Varied……"

"Take off your clothes and burn them. The smoke will react." Arnold handed the gun back to Karan, "Here, clean off the fingerprints and throw it into the lake."

"us……"

Arnold grabbed her neck, his eyes fierce: "Shut up, I don't want to hear your stupid nonsense! Go take off your clothes, change into a dress, let's attend the party together, and let the butler handle the body."

"

Karan could only nod.

The butler arrived soon and handed Karan a new dress.

"You and the young master have been at the party and have never left. Do you understand?"

Karan nodded silently.

The wound on her foot was simply treated and the bleeding stopped, but she still limped when she walked. Arnold could only hold her half-arm to hide his gait, and he looked very calm.

They entered through the side door without attracting attention.

But Karan's hair color was still too conspicuous, and many people were looking at her secretly. Most nobles knew that she was a gift from the queen, but at Thorn Bird Manor, no black-haired slave had ever appeared at such a banquet.

Karan focused all his attention on his feet.

She briefly caught a glimpse of the Duke and Duchess who were surrounded by the crowd. They should have known about the assassination, but their expressions were not abnormal. There were also many recipients around Raphael. He seemed funny and talkative, and he was at home in this kind of social situation.

.

"Can you dance?" Arnold asked her.

"Do you think I can dance like this?" Karan seemed to be still in the thrilling situation of assassination and counter-assassination, his heartbeat was very fast, and he even began to feel suffocating throbbing pain.

"What are you afraid of? This is self-defense." Arnold said coldly.

He was not trying to comfort Karan, he just hoped that her expression would not be so unnatural.

"This is an over-the-top defense. You gave him two more guns."

"That's because he's mentally disturbed."

"My feet hurt so much..." Karan was sweating on his forehead.

"Sit down." Arnold pressed her on the seat next to her and put a coat on her. "The manor will issue a statement at that time. The gangster invaded with a weapon and was shot dead by the bodyguard. I can't have anything to do with this kind of thing.

Understand?"

Of course Karan knows.
To be continued...