Bart was very unlucky recently. He had no idea why he offended his boss and was driven out of the city guards. Soon after, his home was stolen and his land deed was stolen.

Then not long ago, a little noble came over with the land deed and drove him out of his hut... According to the little noble, he bought the land deed from the merchant union and spent a lot of money.

Bart was not stupid. He knew that what the little noble said was mostly fake. His family was stolen. It was very likely that the little noble sent someone to do it. This may have a certain direct relationship with his being driven out of the city guard.

He had always tried to prove that the deed belonged to him, but he was stolen. Unfortunately, he could not find evidence to prove it and went to ask neighbors for help. As a result, the neighbors showed a shameful expression, but said that they had never known Bart and had never seen him. His hut was empty.

He grew up here since he was a child, but before, everyone fell in love with each other like a family. At that time, the sun was shining brightly, but his heart was as cold as ice.

A month ago, he fantasized about being promoted, becoming a general, and leading the army to defend his country. Now everything has changed. There is no family, no work, and no money in his pocket. All he has left is a suit of armor, an iron shield, and an iron sword that has begun to rust.

Bart couldn't understand why this happened.

Work tremblingly and help colleagues; unite relatives and friends, and love neighbors. I do my best to help them, but when I am wronged, why is no one willing to help me?

Why!

Walking on the street, Bart always felt that someone was laughing at him next to him, but when he looked over, he found that those people were all pedestrians who bowed their heads and rushed.

Are you almost hallucinating when you are hungry?

Bart licked his lips. He wanted to eat something, but the money in his pocket was not much. Now the royal city has no place to stay, so he must leave some travel expenses and go to other cities to re-enter.

But he was a little unwilling to accept it. He clearly had nothing wrong, so why was he forced to leave his hometown?

In a daze, he felt someone blocking his face. The sensitive nerves of the profession immediately made him awake, and his hands subconsciously placed on the hilt of the sword.

Then Bart discovered that the young man in front of him was a magician, very familiar. When he landed his eyes on the head of the young man opposite, he saw the other person's bright blonde hair, and he remembered that he had seen this person somewhere.

"It's you?"

Bart was a little confused, not knowing why the other party was blocking his way, was he to settle the old accounts of the past. He remembered that he had prevented the other party from arresting a beautiful lady.

When he thought of that lady, he felt a little sad.

Beta looked at the other party and smiled and said, "It seems you still remember me, chat?"

Bart looked at the other party's friendly smile and knew that the other party was not hostile. He was already desperate about the royal city and no longer wanted to have any interaction with the people in this city, but he nodded and agreed.

In the hotel room, Bart sat on a chair, holding a leg of lamb and gnawing hard, while on the table in front of him, there were already a pile of bones, like a hill.

Beta sat opposite him and slowly drank fruit wine.

After Bart swallowed half of the roasted lamb on the table into his stomach, he wiped his mouth with a white napkin and said, "Thank you for your hospitality."

He was soft-hearted... Because of Katy, Bart was not very good at Beta's senses, but now, he felt that the noble magician in front of him seemed not so annoying.

"You are kind. My name is Beta." Beta put down his glass and asked, "You seem to be a little down and out? I remember the last time I met you, you are more heroic and confident than you are now. By the way, what do you call me?"

Bart laughed at himself: "My name is Bart. Something happened recently, so the situation is not very good now."

What can make a powerful elite professional so hungry that he almost put his back on his back? Beta was very curious: "Can you tell me?"

Bart didn't like to tell his embarrassing things to outsiders, especially the magician in front of him, who didn't know whether it was true or evil, good or bad. He asked back: "How is the lady you chased last time now? Have you caught her?"

Beta looked at the other person sideways, paused for two seconds before saying, "The lady you mentioned is called Kati... She is now my subordinate and is also the bishop of a temple."

"Your subordinate? Have you threatened her?" Bart's expression immediately became serious: "I think I need an explanation."

Well, there are always people who think about beauty. Beta shrugged helplessly and said, "Threat is not a threat, it's just a deal. I cured her terminally ill mother, and she became my question. It's that simple to work for me."

Bart still had the cold expression: "How do I know whether what you said is true or false?"

"If I hurt Kati, I wouldn't have appeared in front of you at will." Beta smiled and said, "After all, you gave me the impression that you were a messenger of justice."

Bart was a little surprised. Now he thought about it carefully and felt that his performance at that time was indeed a bit too impulsive.

"Then why did you chase her?"

Beta replied: "There is a little misunderstanding, and I explained it clearly later. Let's talk about you, I think you now... not only lack money, but also lack a place to settle down."

Bart's face turned red: "So obvious?"

"It's strange if it's not obvious." Beta pointed to the other party's body and said, "Not only was he so hungry that he was about to faint, but he even had a strange smell on his body. Professionals who live in a place generally do not have this situation."

Beta's words reminded Bart of the coldness and ruthlessness of his neighbors a few days ago, and his mood suddenly became gloomy again.

Seeing him like this, Beta said, "It doesn't matter what you don't want to say, why don't you be my subordinate for the time being? My envoys just lack powerful soldiers as vanguards. After the mission is completed, I will pay you ten gold coins and give you thirty acres of land to build a house for you."

"You have your own manor, it's big?" Bart was a little jealous. It's good for a noble family. He was born with a large piece of land to inherit. Unlike himself, a small house would be taken away.

Beta shook his head: "I am the lord, my territory is a wetland, and thirty acres of land are just a little bit to me."

Bart was stunned for a while, carefully digested what he had just heard, and then slapped the table suddenly: "I know who you are, Red Lord Beta... No wonder I feel familiar when I heard your name just now."

Beta asked in confusion: "Except for a few aristocratic families with intelligence networks, most people don't know my nickname. I think you... don't look like you have your own intelligence network."

"I once knew a friend who was an assassin and had been at the Assassin's Union," Bart explained. "He has a high opinion of you and has told me about your deeds."

No wonder! Beta nodded, the Assassin's union's intelligence was indeed very well-versed. He asked, "Once? Did your friend break off contact with you?"

"Dead."

Bart looked a little sad: "I heard that during a mission, I was captured by the ogre, and later I only found his thigh bone... His name is White."
Chapter completed!