"What?"

As soon as he heard the words of Blood Hand, Rega immediately widened his eyes, "She has a grudge against Moned?"

Blood hand shook his head, "If I was not wrong, they are now in a stage of mutual affection."

The more Ray Ga listened, the more confused she became. "The stage of mutual affection? Then why did she still kill Moned?"

"She wanted to kill, but she didn't. She brought the poison to Moned's mouth with her own hands, but knocked the wine glass over at the last moment. I can't figure out if she was insane."

Blood Hand paused and continued, "But I found that the poison in her hand was exactly the same as the one given to Prince Makailo by the fake Maple Snow King."

Rega frowned, "It seems that Marcallo, as I guess, is, he wants poison not to kill his father, but to kill Moned... This bastard is really sinister."

After thinking for a while, the idea of ​​killing Makailo became stronger and stronger in his mind, and he became clearer and clearer in his mind. However, at the same time, he did not forget that Prince Makailo was the son of Madam Phoenix. No matter what, Madam Phoenix had feelings for him. If someone had sent someone to kill her son, I would have thought that Madam Phoenix, who had died, would have thought.

Blood Hand was not interested in the prince, so he asked straightforwardly: "Do you want me to throw that girl away?

"No, don't alert the snake."

Rega replied: "I want to see if the girl is sincere to Monede - you must protect Monede's safety, do you understand?"

Bloody Hand nodded and quietly disappeared in the darkness.

The next morning, Dai'er arrived at the tax office early. Her face was still pale, but her mood was much more stable than before.

Moned looked particularly happy when he saw Dai'er. He stayed by Dai'er all day and explained the tax situation in Shinjin Town to her. Dai'er's understanding was very fast. Monede almost didn't teach her much, so she could settle the tax.

With her help, Moned's work speed has tripled. In the past, the tax offices that had to queue up in long queues now do not need to wait too long.

Monede praised Dai'er's ability, but other than that, he didn't know how to make Dai'er happy. He wanted to praise her for being beautiful, but when he thought of the kiss yesterday, he felt like a toad that overestimated his ability.

After that kiss, Dai'er became more and more cold to him. They were obviously very close, but they felt very far apart. No matter what he did, Dai'er always looked like she was keeping him from thousands of miles away.

Monede guessed that he must have performed poorly last night and he would not kiss at all. He should have performed more maturely, rather than sitting there like a fool, without a girl willing to kiss a living stone. If he could take the initiative to cater to it at that time, maybe it would be a different situation now.

Now, Monede has no other way except to sigh secretly.

Daier deliberately kept a distance from Moned. Last night, she planned to kill him, but she didn't expect she kissed him first. No one confessed her feelings. She felt that Moned would definitely make her a shallow and shameless woman - a normal girl should be reserved and concise, so how could she jump up and kiss a man's lips on her own initiative?

Seeing Monede circling her, her heart was both painful and a little sweet, but she didn't want this sweetness. She just hoped that she could make up her mind and use the last little poison left to completely end it all.

She had wasted two opportunities, one of which she squandered herself, and the last time she could never miss.

But when will it take the last time? She didn't think about it at all. She just wanted to see more Moned and listen to his laughter more...

As time passed day by day, the atmosphere in the Shamjin Town became more and more tense. As the actual controller of Bodedisa, Rega issued a war warning to the merchants for a long time. At this moment, the Silver Hand Guild was also rushing to the Bufrozen Port and could launch an attack on the Black Winged Dragon Flag regiment at any time.

Although many merchants were nostalgic about Shanjin Town, the war was imminent. They began to process goods one after another, preparing to say goodbye to the Shanjin Town Market for a while, and come back to continue doing business when the situation is clear.

This has nothing to do with loyalty. After all, it is a businessman's instinct to seek profit and avoid harm.

However, some merchants still have great confidence in the Dragon Slayer. They believe that Rega will not let the war affect the Shanjin Town, so they began to acquire a large number of goods and stalls of other merchants and give it a try

The tax office's workload has dropped sharply in the past few days, which makes Moned feel a rare relaxation.

He pretended to be checking the work and said to Daier casually: "You have been working for five days in a row. It's time to rest. There is a good tavern and there are juggling shows at night. Do you want to relax together?"

What Daier wants to hear the least is time. Every second passes, it means that she is farther away from her father. She sighed slightly, "I think I'll forget it, I still have a lot of things I haven't finished processing."

Monede was a little disappointed, but he didn't want to show it. He smiled and said, "Of course, work is important."

He originally wanted to say something else, but at this time a businessman walked into the tax office and sat straight in front of Deer. Moned sighed, "I should go and do it too." After that, he turned around and walked away.

Dai'er felt a pain in her heart. She wanted to hold Monede, but she was afraid that she would be soft-hearted again and could not attack him. She had to keep this distance until the last moment.

"Miss Dai'er?"

The businessman's words interrupted Dai'er's thoughts. She took a breath of air conditioning and woke herself up, "Come and file taxes?"

The businessman handed over a tax bill and smiled slightly.

Daier took the tax bill and her eyebrows frowned, "This is your first time in Shanjin Town to do business?"

The businessman replied: "That's right."

Daier returned the tax form, "According to the regulations of the Black Winged Dragon Banner Group, only profit tax is charged. You are buying and not selling, so there is no need to pay taxes."

"Yeah?"

The merchant blinked cunningly, "This is not the rule in the main city of Senyan."

Daier was shocked and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

The businessman laughed, speaking in a tone as if he was already familiar with an old friend, "Prince Marcaillo asked me to convey his greetings."

Dai'er's heart was immediately raised to her throat. She lowered her voice and said, "You'd better get out of here, otherwise the security patrol will arrest you."

"I'm a serious businessman."

The businessman shook his head and said, "And I kindly remind you that there are not a few days left before the time you promised. Let me give you a kind reminder. Prince Makailo is not a patient person.

He looked in the direction of Moned in the distance, "It's a pity that I didn't see any exciting news. I believe that if I bring this news back, Prince Marcaillo will be disappointed."

"I know what I am in myself"

Dai'er was almost roaring in a low voice, "Of course I know how many days I have left."

The merchant shrugged, "That would be best, otherwise, from tomorrow, every day, you will receive a gift - Prince Marcaillo will cut your father off like an apple, mail you a piece every day, knowing that your father has been cut all over."

Dai'er gritted her teeth, her eyes full of anger, "Enough, stop talking, go back and tell your prince, I will definitely satisfy him and let him let my father go."

The merchant promised: "Kill Monede and your father will be saved. Otherwise..."

Instead of saying that, he stood up, took the tax bill on the table, slowly tore the tax bill in half in front of Dai'er, and then left on the ground.

Dai'er looked at the torn pieces of paper on the ground and started to tremble all over.

"What happened?"

Moned came over, "Daier, why are your face so ugly?"

"nothing."

Dai'er pretended to be strong, "I'm sorry, I want to go out for some breath and come back soon." She rushed out of the tax office and let the cold wind invade every nerve...

The bloody hand hidden in the shadow did not chase Dai'er, but chose to follow the arrogant businessman just now.

The businessman returned to his hotel room and was about to pack up and leave, but as soon as he closed the door, he turned around and saw the bloody hand sitting in front of the table.

He was startled and then asked loudly: "Who are you? Why did you come to my room?"

The bloody hand pulled out the dagger silently.

The merchant realized the danger and turned around and wanted to run out of the room. But the dagger of the blood-handed arrived in an instant, firmly nailing the merchant's palm to the wall.

The businessman screamed heart-wrenchingly, "Ah, I'm a serious businessman, I'm protected by the Black Wing Code, you, you can't hurt me."

Blood Hand said lightly: "The Brothers of Thieves will be above the Black Wing Code."

"Brother of Thieves?"

The merchant came from the main city of Senyan, so he naturally knew what organization the thief Brotherhood was. His legs became weak and his voice trembled involuntarily, "Give me aside, I can tell you anything..."

Bloody hands walked to the merchant calmly and pulled out the dagger nailed to his palm. The merchant screamed again like a pig.

Bloody hands said slowly: "I will start with your calves and cut your skin inch by inch. When my dagger reaches your throat, you will die. Whether you can survive depends entirely on whether you can say the message that satisfies me."

As he said that, the dagger stabbed into the merchant's calf and then went all the way up to his throat.

How dare the merchant talk nonsense? He didn't care about screaming and said loudly: "Makelo sent me to urge Dai'er to kill Monede. He captured Dai'er's father and forced Dai'er to poison Monede within ten days. There is not much time left now."

The bloody hand still did not stop the movements on the hand.

The merchant cried and said, "Wait, wait, I also know that Moned is Marchelo's brother, the real heir to the throne--"

The bloody hand continued, and the tip of the dagger slashed across the heart and was about to pierce the throat.
Chapter completed!