"Success, we succeed, young master, we succeed..."

Weiler sat on the ground, staring at Harlocken with his eyes tightly, and kept muttering. With his little strength, he could actually plot against a warrior like Harlocken, and he succeeded without any harm. Weiler could brag about this for the rest of his life.

Roger ignored the male servant and did not go to see the unconscious Harroken, but went to the bedroom inside and picked up a wooden box.

Perhaps because he was walking too fast, Roger did not notice that Weiler was actually secretly glancing at his movements from the corner of his eyes.

Bang!

The sound of the wooden box colliding with the ground made Weiler stop muttering. The male servant pressed the entire wooden box under him like a vicious dog. When he sat up again, he could find that he held the wooden box tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it for him.

I couldn't wait to open the wooden box, and the objects in the box blew into Weiler's eyes. The light reflected by hundreds of gold coins plated his face with a layer of gold. The excitement, madness, greed, etc. were all flashing in the golden light.

"Young...Young Master..."

Weiler shivered and couldn't even speak clearly. He swears that he had never seen so much money when he was so old. Not to mention gold coins, it is difficult for servants like him to even touch silver coins. Now hundreds of gold coins are placed in front of him. Weiler only feels that his mind is congested, his eyes are covered with bloodshot, and he is very afraid of people.

Roger, who threw the wooden box to Viller, did not go to see the male servant, but leaned down first, took off the long sword around Harroken's waist, then turned around and looked at Viller: "After the promise is done, I will give you one hundred gold coins. I will keep my word. Do you want to count?"

Subconsciously, Weiler really wanted to count. Fortunately, he still had a little rationality and stopped halfway through his hand. It would be clear that he would not believe Roger if he really wanted to count in front of Roger? If Roger thought he was insulted and slashed over with a sword, wouldn’t Weiler have suffered a huge loss? How could Weiler never do such a loss-making business?

After closing the wooden box, Weile hugged it tightly in his arms, with a flattering smile on his face: "How can you not believe in you, Master? I have served you for ten years. Do you still don't know who you are? You don't need to count, it must be enough."

Roger couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He held the hilt of the sword and looked at Weiler with a smile: "I really don't count?"

Weiler looked at the sword that was being ripped in Roger's hand, and regretted why he didn't expect this, and nodded as if he was pounding garlic: "No need to count, really don't."

"Okay, then this transaction is over." Roger waved his hand, "Go away quickly."

Weiler's eyes rolled, and he retreated to the door before advising Roger: "Master, why don't we go together. Look, Harlocken is the master's person, and now he wants to harm you. It's too dangerous for you to stay here."

Roger turned his head and looked out the window. The afterglow of the sunset shot into the window covered the expression on his face with the bloody red, making Weiler clearly only a few meters away from him but could not see clearly.

Roger sighed casually and said, "Forget it."

For some reason, when he heard these two words, Weiler felt a trembling for no reason. The servant didn't understand that whether it was a friend or a companion, when he finished reading a sentence, he was filled with too much disappointment.

"I only got a teleportation scroll, which is in the mezzanine of the box cover. You can just tear it open and teleport to the Kingdom of Ultratown thousands of miles away. It is impossible to track it with the power of the Baron's Mansion at such a long distance, as long as you pay attention to it yourself."

In addition to the outer cloak, he threw it to Viller along with the family heralds representing his identity. Roger said to the unknown male servant: "Please keep this identity emblem of the eldest son of Vernon family. If anything happens, it can protect you. After all, the identity emblem of the nobles cannot be forged by civilians. Altlan is so far away, I believe no one will really come here to verify it."

Weiler was stunned, he was so shocked by the unexpected surprise.

According to Roger's meaning, this young master did not object to his use of his identity. He pretended to be a noble child. If Roger hadn't said it himself, Weiler would never dare to think about it. This world puts class in a clear place. Nobles and civilians have completely different meanings. The various privileges brought by a noble identity are numerous and there are countless benefits, and any of them are dreamt by the civilian class.

If an ordinary civilian acts as a nobleman, he will easily be exposed. But Weiler is different. As a servant of the Baron's Mansion, he has served Roger for ten years and is very familiar with Roger. Weiler, who has never even had a baron leader, is not clear about where the Utlank Kingdom is, but he knows what the four words "From Thousand Miles" mean. It is a completely strange, no one knows him, and even who knows the Vernon family. It is no difficulty for Weiler to pretend to be Roger in such a place.

Maybe I can be a man even when I arrive in that kingdom of Ultratown.

Yes, I can do that, no one knows me in that place anyway. As Roger said, as long as I am careful, no one will verify this far distance.

Maybe, I can really be a nobleman.

There was a flame burning in Weiler's heart, which was called ambition.

The clanging sound of armor hitting from far away, and someone was walking towards Roger's residence.

Roger urged Weiler: "Go away, Simon is here to hand over Harroken."

When Weiler heard this, he was like a frightened rabbit, and hurriedly took out a scroll from the hidden mezzanine of the box cover, and tore it apart without having time to think about it.

As the light flashed, the power of space magic was fluctuating. After it calmed down, Weiler was gone.

Roger's whisper echoed in the room: "It's so wise."

Two seconds later, a warrior dressed the same as Harlocken and slightly shorter in size came to the door. This warrior was another warrior sent by Baron Vernon, Simon. He and Harlocken were both responsible for all-weather surveillance... No, they were guards protecting Roger.

At Simon's location, you can see the unconscious Harlocken at a glance. If Weiler was not in a hurry to leave, he would find something strange. Simon was not surprised by the situation in the house. Not only did he shout loudly to attract other guards in the mansion, but he did not question Roger Harlocken's affairs. Instead, he entered the house with a calm expression and brought it to the door. In this way, even if someone passed by Roger's remote courtyard, he could not see the situation inside.

After taking a new coat and putting it on his body, Roger looked at Simon, who had plucked out his sword and gestured around Harroken's neck to make a clean move, and said leisurely: "You have been pinching your time accurately, you have been eavesdropping outside."

Simon didn't speak, so he was considered a default.

Roger curled his lips: "After all, your Twilight Hammer is also a world-destroying god sect that is under the banner of purifying the world. Can you do things at a certain level?"

Simon stared at Roger coldly, his hand shook, and the sharp sword resting on Harroken's neck cut it down violently, and a strong smell of blood filled the house.

Poor Harlocken, his strength is much stronger than Simon. If Simon faces the battle head-on, he will definitely not be Harlocken's opponent, but he will die at the hands of Simon. It is not unpleasant.

Roger frowned and forced the uproar in his stomach: "Can I understand that you are threatening me?"

Before Simon could reply, Roger snapped his fingers, and the friction of his knuckles made a crisp sound.

Accompanied by the sound are eyes, which are big and small. The big can occupy the entire roof. The small ones are not as big as fingers. They emerge from anywhere you can see, walls, bedsides, eaves, floors... Only you can't see, and without it, it will occupy all your vision in an instant, filling the space in the room.

This scene is so powerful that it is to force the intensive phobia to death.

Simon was not afraid in such a strange picture, but his eyes showed a little excitement. At this time, he finally had the desire to talk to Roger: "Sure enough, you can tell my identity because you have also become a believer of God."

Roger raised his index finger and shook it: "We are different. You are a believer of Yugesaron, the Lord of Thousand Throats, and I..."

"Nothing is different." Simon interrupted Roger's words, "My God and Cthun, the Lord of Thousand Eyes, are both ancient gods. They are older than this world. Their purpose is to cleanse this dirty world. In my opinion, as long as they are the same, we are allies."

I was going to say something, but Roger shrugged: "It's good if you're happy."

"The plan is underway, so we don't waste time here. You find an opportunity to collect the body of Weiler, and I..." Roger exclaimed, "I finally got rid of this damn cage, and from now on, the sea is wide and the fish leaps, and the sky is high and the birds fly."
Chapter completed!