Ren opened the black envelope and took out the letter inside.
The words above are neatly arranged, powerful, majestic and free-flowing.
Although she has only arrived in this world a short time ago, Artoria, who studies hard, is already able to write well.
If I have to find a small fault, it is that the writing is more masculine than elegant. It does not look like the writing style of a girl, but it looks like it was written by someone full of masculine spirit.
The content is as follows:
Renn, I have been training at Baisha Military Camp for more than ten days. Although the training is quite hard, I have learned the necessary knowledge as expected...
It will be your 20th birthday in a few days. I'm sorry that I can't apply for leave from the bishop for the reason of celebrating my cousin's birthday... I probably need to go home a few days before the new year.
However, I have prepared a birthday gift for you, and it will be delivered on time...
Sender: Kate Reinhardt
──
On the surface, this is just an ordinary letter from a cousin to a cousin, with nothing special about it.
But of course things are not that simple, and writing letters is not a safe way to communicate.
Ren's eyes were focused, and he pinched the paper lightly with his fingers, and wisps of blue light spread out from his fingers.
The snow-white letter paper seemed to be stained with a layer of blue paint for an instant, but at this time, before the real text message could emerge, a smoky gray-white cold air emerged stimulated by the "air of stars".
That weird gray-white cold air lingered, and the outline of a clown mask could be vaguely seen in the flow!
"This is……"
Seeing this scene, Cowboy Garcia was horrified.
There was also a look of surprise on Ren's face. This situation was beyond his expectation. This gray-white cold air was so concealed that it even eluded his perception.
There is a kind of "memory ink" in this world.
If you buy a bottle of "blank memory" memory ink on the market, you can inject someone's unique spiritual energy to form a memory imprint, which becomes the finished "memory ink".
After writing with the finished "memory ink", the color will fade quickly, leaving no traces of writing. It is necessary to inject the kind of spiritual energy that originally formed the "memory imprint" to make the words visible.
Originally, Ren only wanted to reveal the secret message written by King Da Mao, but he never expected to make an unexpected discovery.
After injecting the energy of the stars, it accidentally forced out a certain imprint, or mark, left by someone on the paper.
boom!
Ren pointed his finger, and like a blade cutting through the air, a wisp of blue cold light burst out, instantly piercing the clown mask made of gray and white cold air in the air.
"Ah~"
A faint cold light passed through, and the strange human face-shaped cold smoke dissipated directly, but it actually let out a weak scream!
This proves that this special mark has spiritual properties and should have the function of monitoring and listening.
However, this special spirit was very weak and could not leave the letter. The monitoring distance was limited. Fortunately, the letter was always placed on the first floor and not on the second floor where Renn lived.
otherwise……
Renn's face was very cold, while Cowboy Garcia was dripping with cold sweat.
It was only then that the real message emerged from the letter:
I felt some faint prying eyes, but when I stayed in the Baisha Military Camp, the people behind the scenes seemed to have some scruples... The situation was still under control, and things were going as planned.
This text is written in English letters, which is also a double insurance.
But right now, the most important thing is not the message left by King Da Mao.
After taking a glance, Ren knew something in his mind. He pinched it lightly with his fingers, and a terrifying white wave spread between his palms. The force of the shock shattered the paper into powder.
Phew~
He blew the dust away gently and said calmly:
"Go and check the postman who delivered the letter. Do you remember his appearance?"
When a letter is delivered to the city, it must have passed through some people, and the easiest part to manipulate the letter, or the most suitable part for manipulation - the postman!
After recalling it, Cowboy Garcia took a breath and said doubtfully:
"I still remember, but I don't have the ability to handle this matter. It should be the killer sent by the Dark Night Clown, maybe Han Feng... Why don't you do it yourself?"
"It's too late. By chance, after the mark was forced out, there must be something there...but we can trace it." Renn shook his head.
"But, boss, with my little fighting power, I just deliver food. Han Feng is a powerful killer at the peak of the fourth level!"
In the living room, Cowboy Garcia looked at his boss pitifully.
It's okay to be loyal, but it's not worth it to die for nothing.
Renn had a look of hatred on his face: "You are stupid, did I ask you to track him down yourself?"
"Then you will go with me?"
"I'm busy having sex with my girlfriend, so I don't have time."
Garcia: "..."
"Boss, who are you going to ask me and to track down that pervert Han Feng?"
Cowboy Garcia looked confused, thinking that he might have been having trouble doing things recently, and his boss was going to let him fill the gap.
"You don't need to go, just inform the people in the 7th Bureau of this city. Don't forget, 'Hanfeng' is a perverted killer who is jointly wanted by more than a dozen countries...
A few years ago, he killed the Inspector General of the Seventh Bureau.
Hehe, now he has exposed some traces, I believe the people in the 7th Bureau will be happy to find him for us!"
A sneer appeared on Ren's face.
The power and search capabilities of the 7th round cannot be underestimated. Even if they can't catch him, they can still cause some trouble for the killer.
"I understand."
Cowboy Garcia reacted, with a little admiration in his eyes, secretly saying that the boss is indeed a boss, and at this time, he has not forgotten to find as many people as possible to take the blame.
He immediately stepped back, quickly walked out of the villa, took a public carriage on the side of the road, and went straight to the city's 7th Bureau office.
………
The castle hall is brightly lit.
The castle is made of pure white marble and granite. Every mural on the wall has a long history and records the history of the family. Some wooden furniture also has an ancient charm and shows its heritage.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is the city of Wilton, the castle of Earl Angle.
In the spacious and clean restaurant, precious incense candles were lit, and servants carefully carried various delicious dishes and placed them on the dining table covered with clean white cloth.
The dishes are very sumptuous, showing the luxury of the nobility.
After a while, delicacies such as hot sea cucumbers, grilled chicken, red shrimps, crabs, steamed clams, blue mantis fish, etc. were served, especially the braised pork knuckle, which was delicious and delicious.
The soup and seaweed fish soup were served, the main dish was no bread, only noodles, and finally some fruit plate.
A dozen or so people in gorgeous dresses were sitting at the dining table. They were all distinguished by their extraordinary bearing, elegant manners and decent manners, and they also exuded the majesty of a superior person.
However, although the food was good, everyone only tasted it casually, and the dishes were removed by the servants.
"Everyone, we can no longer hesitate about Ryan Ackerman. Please put aside your past grudges... and be sure to suppress his arrogance!"
The person who spoke was Count Ange in the main seat. His blue eyes were shining and his tone was very serious.
As one of the most powerful nobles in this area, he is also the most hostile to Ren, and it was he who led this alliance.
"I know you have concerns and are worried about offending that top genius.
But, look at his reaction during this period, he was not only outrageous, he was simply crazy! Those things in the newspapers... Well, I can't go on.
In short, he has greatly damaged the reputation of our family!"
As soon as Count Ange said these words, many family heads looked very ugly.
During this period, with the gossip tabloids under the Thorn Security Company circulating everywhere, and occasionally going out for a walk in the city, the untouchables looked at them differently.
That look was like looking at a bunch of trash and scum.
Whose fault is this? Of course Sir Ackerman, the son of a bitch!
Count Ange, with a majestic look on his face, struck while the iron was hot and continued to encourage:
"Everyone, once a war breaks out on the plains, we will be the first to bear the brunt of the crisis. The possibility of rising up in the crisis is too small. You all have great families. After the war, who dares to say that the power of your family will not be severely damaged?
As for Ren Ackerman, with the appearance of a saint and the support of the Demon Hunter Association, one can imagine the great potential and threat."
"But what if he grows up and takes revenge on us? I don't want to retreat, can't we win him over?"
One of the barons looked a little hesitant.
This sentence speaks to the hearts of many people. Their energy is not small. Before, they just didn't want to break their faces.
Count Ange looked serious and looked at the hesitant crowd:
"Everyone, when he was promoted to master, we tried to win over him, but all ended in failure... There were more people trying to win over him some time ago, but he rejected them all!"
The earl paused for a moment and ordered the butler to take out a map and put it on the table. He pointed at a small red circle on it and said sternly:
"Look, the Cartaya Manor that His Majesty gave to Ren Ackerman is located on the north side of Lake Moore in the city of Wilton, just next to the Wilton family, the Anger family, the Pierre family... six or seven nobles
in the cracks of.
With Ren Ackerman's natural strength and the fighting power of the mercenaries from Thorn Security Company...as long as he participates in the war, he will definitely receive a lot of military honors and rewards in the future!
Do you think he will be satisfied with 500 acres of fiefdom in the future?
By that time, our family suffered heavy losses due to the war, and he had made many meritorious deeds... He asked for land from the kingdom, where did the land come from?
At least a real earldom, and maybe he has the possibility of entering the holy realm, which may be a marquisdom.
500 square kilometers, or even 1,000, 2,000 square kilometers... Will the royal family be willing to give him the large land under its name?"
The earl's words hit the nail on the head, pointing directly at the fundamental contradiction between the old aristocracy and the new aristocracy, causing many family heads to fall silent.
Times have changed, and more and more countries have begun to take back the land of small and medium-sized nobles, or at least reduce the area of fiefdoms.
Their family's power and interests in this area are complex and intertwined. Once a war starts, the possibility of suffering heavy losses is far greater than gaining benefits.
At this time, a young man with unlimited potential came here to take root...
Some people are even wondering whether the royal family, the Clement family, deliberately placed the manor given to Sir Ackerman at this location to restrict or suppress them.
After all, during this period, they did not respond actively to the call for war, but were busy secretly transferring their property...
However, none of them had the courage to fight against the royal family.
The ancestors of many nobles present had followed William the Conqueror, and they knew very well how terrifying the Conqueror's family was...
In comparison, no matter how you look at it, Rainn Ackerman is easier to bully.
"We don't necessarily have to get rid of him, but we must let him transfer his power and foundation out of this area!
It’s best to let him leave Faroland and develop like other countries.”
Earl Ange concluded, and his mature and prudent words made many nobles nod.
After all, during this period, they not only smeared Renn, but also sent some forces to deal with Thorn Security Company.
However, the effect was very small, and Ryan Ackerman's counterattack also let them know that this young man was not easy to mess with, and it was not worth it to form an irresolvable feud.
'It's not easy for these pig teammates to unite for once.'
Seeing that everyone gradually reached a consensus, Count Ange breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, if the conflict of interest was not too great and Renn refused to win over and marry him, he would not want to attack a young man who is likely to become a super big shot in the future.
It's a pity that now they have to argue that land is the foundation for their survival!
"You don't need to be too afraid. If we unite, even if we fail, Rain Ackerman will not be able to deal with us at the same time."
In order to cheer people up, Count Ange continued to comfort him.
Then, he stood up with a smile on his face:
"I have good news for everyone. After my advice, the Baron Carmel family also plans to join our alliance. Come, everyone welcomes Mrs. Ellie!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As soon as the count finished speaking, a beautiful woman walked in.
Her burgundy hair was as long as flames, and her skin was like snow and frost. She was wearing black gauze-like clothes, which were very thin. Her snow-white shoulders were fully exposed, and even her high chest was vaguely visible under the black gauze.
Gulu~
Such stunning beauty made many nobles secretly gulp down their saliva. Naturally, they all coveted this extremely beautiful widow.
Of course, everyone was a little wary of her joining midway.
As soon as Mrs. Ellie, the "Twenty-Fifth Boy", came in, her eyes were red, tears were streaming down her face, and she looked like she had been greatly wronged.
Someone asked immediately, and Mrs. Ellie began to cry and accuse Ren of the ten evil deeds!
He said that when he founded the Thorn Security Company, he manipulated the contract and defrauded her of her 5,000 gold coin investment.
At a certain banquet, he forcibly pulled her into the room to "humiliate" her. She wanted to resist, but Ren, that scumbag, threatened her with her four-year-old child...
There is reason and evidence, and some are even "facts" that can be verified.
"Shameless! I didn't expect that guy to be such a scumbag!"
Looking at the poor Mrs. Ai Li who was crying and crying, some people criticized her with indignation, some comforted her on the surface but remained indifferent in their hearts, and some were filled with envy, jealousy and hatred in their hearts...
Shameless and audacious, none of them had ever succeeded before, but Ren actually forced himself to sleep with this beautiful widow!
Extremely shameless!
But no matter what, after a carefully prepared performance, Mrs. Ellie successfully joined the noble alliance.
"Everyone, if you don't mind, I'm willing to send someone to test it out first... I must make that scumbag pay the price for bullying our orphans and widowed mothers!"
Tears fell from Mrs. Ellie's fair and lubricated face, and she sobbed softly, looking very distressed.
There was deep-seated hatred in her voice, as if she and Ren were sworn in.
"Madam, you're going to have an affair now, we will support you!"
"Yes, the Pierre family is willing to assist Madam."
Seeing that this red-eyed, big-breasted and brainless woman was willing to take the lead, a group of noble family heads, including Count Ange, were secretly happy. They immediately became angry and vowed to fully support her.
The person who takes the lead in attacking will definitely be offended the most.
If the suppression fails, Rainn Ackerman will definitely deal with this stupid woman who is blinded by hatred first.
I don’t see it. Didn’t the old fox Count Ange take the lead in taking action himself, specifically looking for her to be used as cannon fodder to take the blame?
………
"Ma'am, are you ready to fuck me?"
In the living room of the villa, Ren was lying on the sofa, holding a phone.
"Yes, Count Ange has actually arranged the personnel and plan a long time ago, I just perfected it... They really want you to get out, but they don't want to take the lead in the charge.
I have been waiting until now, hesitating, looking forward and backward... haha, in the end, I have to take the lead, a stupid woman, to attract the hatred of Sir Ackerman."
On the other side of the phone, Mrs. Ally's voice was very calm, but Lane always felt that there was a strong sense of irony.
"Madam, do you need me to show some mercy to your people?"
"No need, just kill them all so that no one will suspect."
Mrs. Ellie's voice was still soft and sweet, and her tone did not fluctuate at all, as if the person she was killing was not a human being, and there was no one of hers inside, just a group of chickens and ducks.
"Madam, it's not easy to train a dead soldier, don't you feel bad?"
"The dead men are the dead men of Baron Carmel's family, not my dead men. They died and they were replaced by my men."
The corner of Ren's mouth twitched slightly, and he observed three seconds of silence for the Baron family:
"Tsk, madam, I really love you more and more."
"Ren, I love you too, and I admire your insidiousness and shamelessness very much." Mrs. Ally said in a charming voice.
"Madam, don't talk anymore. I'm going to sleep with your artistic photos tonight."
"You are shameless! You are a scumbag!..."
Before she could finish her scolding, Ren had already hung up the phone.
He sat down on the sofa with his legs crossed, his fingers gently caressing the naked photo of Mrs. Ally, and sighed:
"Without this photo, I wouldn't dare to cooperate with her."
………
At dusk, the setting sun is like blood.
Merova City is the headquarters of the 7th Bureau's East District. This is a six-story high-rise building, square tower-shaped, all white, like a pile of jade, and it also looks like a war fortress.
Ignoring the strange expressions of the people coming and going, Cowboy Garcia hurried into the reception room with a look of horror on his face:
