Until now, the senior congressman has not felt that he did anything wrong.
That damn noob is just a newly promoted lower-level nobleman, why should he be compared with an established nobleman like himself?
If you let him die, shouldn't you just die honestly?
How dare you struggle and fight back!
It's simply something that my aunt can tolerate, but my uncle can't.
What's even more annoying is that he actually succeeded in resisting and might be able to overthrow himself.
The only thing the congressman can count on is the killer organization in prison.
Although the poisoning failed, it does not prove that the killer organization is useless.
After all, they have done a lot of dirty work for them, right?
These killers are a group of people who want money rather than their lives.
As long as they have enough gold coins, they will even sell their own parents' lives.
They are serious about killing people.
After the senior councilman roared in his room, he straightened his messy clothes and regained his noble appearance.
He walked out of the room slowly, and the housekeeper was waiting outside.
The senior councilman glanced at the butler, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual on his face, he nodded with satisfaction.
He said arrogantly to the housekeeper: "Clean up the inside of the house and make it the same as before."
The butler bowed his head honestly and responded respectfully: "Yes, as ordered."
It would be great if that damn novice could be so respectful to me.
The senior congressman cursed in his mind before walking slowly outside.
Of course he didn't notice that the housekeeper glanced at his back quietly, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.
He is obviously a great councilor and a famous nobleman in Doro City, but he is extremely stingy.
For the people under his command, the senior congressman would like nothing more than a penny.
Don't forget to mention it outside, people are envious.
Yeah, working as a housekeeper in a senior congressman's house should lead a very good life.
In fact, the housekeeper is glamorous on the outside, but extremely poor on the inside.
There are even times when the family doesn’t have enough food to eat.
The senior congressman didn't give him much salary, and he had to deduct some from time to time.
But even so, he couldn't relax and didn't dare to show his cowardice in his attire.
Otherwise, you will be disrespectful to the senior members and your life will be lost.
He was regretting why he came to work as a housekeeper for the great congressman. It was like a wolf entering a tiger's mouth.
Thinking of this, the housekeeper sighed and opened the door of the senior councilman's room.
Seeing the mess inside, the housekeeper opened his mouth slightly.
How the hell do I get it back to how it was before?!
The senior councilman doesn't care what the housekeeper thinks, he only cares about the outcome of the matter.
If the housekeeper can't do a good job, then change him. There are plenty of people in Doluo City, so why don't you worry that you can't find anyone?
I am a noble congressman, and it is an honor to work for me.
He got into the cart and ordered people to go to the prison.
When he came to the prison, he didn't even go to see Padapa. He dressed up and quietly left the noble area and came to the prison area.
Turning left and right in the city, I found a dilapidated building.
He looked around for no one, quickly entered the shadow on the side of the building, skillfully opened a secret door and got in.
After passing a long and dark corridor, he came to a door.
Knocked on the door three times at a special knocking frequency.
A hoarse voice asked from inside the door: "Who is it?"
"Ahem." The senior congressman cleared his throat, slightly changed his voice, and said, "I have work for you."
There was a sound of chains in the door, and someone moved a block.
After waiting for a while, the door was opened, and a big man looked at the senior congressman.
The senior congressman glanced at the big man. He was very fierce-looking. There was a long scar from the left forehead to the chin on his face, which looked like a huge centipede.
After just one glance, the senior congressman lowered his head.
The people here are all killers, and they particularly resent being seen like themselves.
Even if you are a gatekeeper, the same is true.
When the gatekeeper saw that the senior councilor understood the rules so well, he nodded with satisfaction and got out of the way.
The congressman quickly walked in.
The killer organization's base camp is a spacious space with torches burning on the surrounding walls. It's not very bright, and you can see some places in front of you.
More places were shrouded in shadows, and the congressman didn't know how many people were hidden in the shadows.
At the front is a round stone table, and behind the table is a man wearing a coarse robe and a bone mask.
The senior councilman walked to the table and sat down, lowering his hood so as not to reveal his face.
The man wearing the bone mask slowly asked: "What is your job?"
The voice of the man in the bone mask is hoarse, like metal rubbing against each other, making it uncomfortable to listen to.
This was not the first time for the senior congressman to come. He was somewhat immune to such sounds, but he still had goosebumps all over his body.
He said with some annoyance: "Your work is not completed, the person I want to kill is not dead!"
When the bone masked man heard this, he couldn't help but look at the great congressman's clothes.
He thought for a moment and suddenly realized who the senior congressman was.
The bone mask man nodded and said: "He is indeed not dead, but our work has been completed. We have poisoned him. It seems that the gods do not want him to die."
This kind of evasive explanation obviously cannot satisfy the senior congressmen.
The senior congressman crossed his hands on the table: "We agreed, you have to poison him to kill him."
The bone masked man shook his head and said without changing his tone: "You remember wrongly. We agreed to poison him, but there was no guarantee that we would kill him."
This sentence made the senior congressman even more unhappy. He said: "Can't poisoning kill him? Why poison him if he can't be killed?"
The masked man remained extremely calm and said calmly: "Poison can kill mortals, but it cannot kill those blessed by gods."
Leave everything to God!
What use do you need?
Hell, I might as well go to the temple, donate the money to the gods, and pray for divine punishment.
Is it more enjoyable to come?
The senior congressman took a few deep breaths and calmed down.
The person in front of him is a killer liaison officer. If he really conflicts with this person, let alone whether he can kill Xiao Bai, he may not even be able to walk out of the house.
The big councilman said to the masked man: "I will kill Xiaobai this time, no matter what method you use!"
The masked man was silent for two seconds and said to the senior congressman: "Okay, but you have to pay more."
You want money again, damn you!
The senior congressman roared angrily in his heart, but asked: "How much more money will be added?"
The masked man considered it for a moment and said, "Keep adding more."
"...Keep adding?" The senior congressman was a little confused: "What do you mean keep adding?"
The masked man said calmly: "On the surface, as long as Xiaobai is not dead, we will keep sending people to kill him until he is killed. At the same time, you have to keep paying gold coins."