In the very center of Roseburg is the sharp castle that looks crimson from the outside.

Its name, also called Roseburg.

It looked like a broken sword, pointing unrelentingly at the sky, drenched in the blood of the dragon.

In the lingua franca, the word "Rus" originally meant "broken sword" or "heir". In addition to this, it also has the meaning of describing the words of the eunuch.

But the irony is ...... The current owner of Roseburg really seems to be dying out.

The old viscount is actually sitting back in his place for the third time.

He is now in his sixties, and he is about to leave in his seventies.

Forty-five years ago, he passed his position as lord of the castle to his eldest son, his only son. Unfortunately, he died in the woman's belly seven years later, so the viscount was reverted back to the old viscount himself.

Fortunately, at that time, he was still young.

A year after his son's death, he had a new son, Alan Barber. In the year when his son was twenty-four years old, he passed on to him his title and the title of lord of the city.

…… Unfortunately, seven years later, his second son died violently. This time he died in his study, and the old viscount didn't even know who to be angry with.

At this time, His Excellency Viscount Alvin Barber was sixty-two years old.

Even if it is Lao Ji Fufang, he feels that he will definitely have no harvest in the future.

- Fortunately, his young second son did not have an heir.

The year of Alan's sudden death, his wife was already pregnant. A year later, she gave birth to a baby boy and died in childbirth.

Now, Alvin Sr.'s grandson will soon be six years old.

He was born without a father or mother, and his only blood relative was his grandfather, the old Viscount Alvin. Perhaps because of premature birth, Alvin Sr.'s grandson was also frail and sickly, and was often bedridden.

Fort Rose, almost on the verge of becoming a real "Broken Sword Castle".

"Don Juan?"

The old man repeated the words of the messenger: "He came to Roseburg...... Do what? ”

He was a tall, thin old man, with thin, silver-gray hair that was delicately groomed. He wears a ring set with fine gems on his head.

The most striking thing about him is his thin, deep eye sockets that seem to be impenetrable at a glance. His cloudy eyes were embedded in them, sunken downward. Like the moon obscured by dark clouds.

Compared to his slender figure, the comfortable leather seats look a lot bigger. It was as if he was not sitting on it peacefully, but as if he was leaning powerlessly on it.

Behind Alvin's seat, stood a tall, somewhat stocky, bald man.

He wore three bronze rings of different sizes and shapes on the fingers of his right hand, and he himself wore a heavy bronze necklace around his neck—more of a heavy dog chain than a necklace.

Although it looks like a personal guard or an underground fighter. But in reality, he is the butler of the Barber family.

Yes, he's Justin Kney.

A "cursed hunter".

"I smell the Transcendent, my lord."

Justin Kney whispered, "There are two of them, both of them are bronze. Doesn't carry powerful spells. ”

His voice was deep and deep, and he sounded like a very calm and reliable man.

"Oh, it looks like our little crow has a helper. It's not simple. ”

Alvin Barber sneered silently: "Sure enough, it's exactly like his father."

"By the way, you- say it again. How many of them are there, and how long will it take to enter the city? ”

He sat down in his chair, tilted his head slightly, stared at the messenger who was kneeling on the ground, and said slowly.

Alvin always kept his head down. Always holding his head up is a big burden on his cervical spine.

And the old nobleman who had gone through three generations of monarchs, or even four generations of monarchs, stared at, the young messenger couldn't help but look at it.

"He-there were twenty-two of them, my lord. It should already be in the city by now......"

The messenger shuddered.

Just being stared at by old Alvin made him feel a chill down his spine.

"Then go and invite them."

“…… What the? ”

"I said, you went and invited them to be guests here, don't you understand?"

Old Alvin smiled and said in a calm tone: "By the way, only two people are invited...... No, three. Only the blue-eyed bird was allowed to bring two guards, and the person was chosen by himself, remember? ”

“…… Yes, sir. ”

The young messenger stopped talking, but quickly answered.

Although he still is not very clear about this somewhat vague directive...... For example, what should the rest of the people do, and when should they enter. But the Messenger knows that now is not the time to ask these questions.

He clearly realized the meaning of old Alvin's expulsion, so he quickly retired.

After he left, Old Alvin turned his head slightly: "Justin." ”

"Yes."

"Inform our guest."

Old Alvin said softly: "I also went to invite him to the dinner, and said that we should talk about cooperation." The time has come for him to make up his mind...... By the way, give him another big surprise as a gift. ”

"I don't recommend that, sir."

Justin had something to say, and simply refused neatly: "Once they fight, I may not be able to protect you."

"The smell of the curse on one of the two transcendents who just entered the city was very strong. It should be the son of the Black Tower, and he must have a grudge against Wizard Gerald. And he's a transformation wizard himself, let alone you...... If a conflict breaks out, the whole of Roseburg could be in danger. ”

"Why protect me?"

Old Alvin just glanced at him strangely, and sneered softly: "I invited them to the banquet, and it doesn't mean that I will definitely attend. Could this be their wedding? Do you need me, an elder, to speak for them? ”

"What do you mean ......"

"Once you've informed the guest, take the kids. We will stay in a winery on the outskirts of the city tonight, and remember to leave the guards and servants here, and the style of the banquet should not be low. It's a good thing to either die, and it's best to lose both...... Go and kill them all. If one of them is seriously injured, the other is in good shape. We're on the winner's side for the time being.

"As for the Roseburg ......"

When the old man said this, there was a faint hint of disgust in his eyes.

His rough, curved fingers tapped the armrest twice, and whispered coldly:

"—a stack of broken stones, don't do it."

On the other side, 13 Rusty Street, Gerald's Dentist Clinic.

The ordinary-looking young man with a gentle smile suddenly raised his head, sniffed the air with a frown, and his face changed slightly.

But he kept moving in his hands, and simply pulled out the patient's teeth under him neatly and threw them into the small box at hand. He took out a small spice bag and stuffed it into the tooth hole.

"Drink some porridge these three days and don't eat anything too hot."

He whispered, accepted the money, and smiled goodbye to the guest.

The young dentist frowned slightly, unconsciously turning the delicate silver ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

"Old Alvin suddenly became hostile to me and wanted to kill me?"

He muttered, "Strange, why is that?"

"Supposedly, I shouldn't have been exposed......"

Gerald pondered for a moment, then reached for the silver hammer on the table, and with his other hand took out the locket containing the teeth.

He removed six bloody teeth and pressed them into the side of the hammer one after the other.

It's like a bullet. Each time a tooth is filled, there is a strange "click" sound from inside the hammer - it is not a mechanical sound, but a strange sound made when the cervical spine is moved.

When all six were embedded, he reached out and held down the hammer and turned it upside down.

Anyway.

Kill early or late......

Gerald muttered, a gentle smile on his face, "It's good to do it tonight."

He pondered for a moment, then called softly, "Skeleton Lord, stop the prophecy for me—"

"—I'm listening."

Without warning, a low, overlapping voice rang in Gerald's ears.

Gerald nodded in satisfaction.