Wen Na slept until noon the next day. After waking up, she lay lazily on the bed, waiting for the waiter Ethan to help her wash and change clothes.
Ethan is fifty-six years old. He has always taken care of Wen Na's food and daily life since she was a child. Wen Na is very dependent on Ethan. Even at this age, she still has no evasion with him.
After helping Wen Na get dressed and comb her hair, Ethan was about to apply powder to Wen Na when he heard Wen Na ask: "Have you found that person?"
Ethan nodded and said, "I found it, it's Bran."
"Bran?" Wenna frowned, "You mean that cute boy?"
"The way he looks now may not be cute," Ethan carefully modified Wen Na's lips, "Wait until I finish doing this before I tell you the whole thing. I can't get my hands dirty now."
After finishing putting on Wen Na's makeup, Ethan called another waiter and brought a wooden box.
Wen Na opened the wooden box and took a look. There was a human head inside.
It's Bran, a sixteen-year-old boy, one of Wenna's favorite boys.
Wen Na covered her mouth. She didn't feel scared. As a local lord, she had seen a lot of heads.
She just felt disgusted that the boy who used to be so beautiful had now become so ferocious.
The waiter took away the wooden box. Wen Na frowned and said, "I didn't expect it to be him."
Ethan sighed and said: "He has done nothing, but he wants to get everything, which means he must do something unscrupulous."
Wen Na asked someone to open the window, and the pungent smell of blood was really uncomfortable.
"Why did you kill him? I also want to interrogate him personally. This man has many uses."
Ethan shook his head and said: "Those who are punished by Heaven are hard-nosed. I have tried every means of torture, but he refuses to say anything, and he cannot be used by you."
"Forget it, don't mention him anymore, I have something important to discuss with you." Wen Na drove away the others and immediately opened the darkroom in the bedroom.
Hidden in the darkroom were ten dark objects that looked like stones.
"This is……"
"This is the black powder sent by Reggie Victor."
Ethan shouted, "Oh my god, you put this thing in the bedroom!"
"What does this have to do with anything," Wen Na said with a smile, "Have you seen that rope? As long as you don't light the rope, this thing won't explode. I'm going to take action in two days to rescue all my girls.
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Ethan looked at Wen Na dumbfounded: "Sir, sir, you said you couldn't do this yourself."
"I don't want to do it myself, but I have no choice," Wen Na said. "Reggie is too treacherous. He only sent this, but not a single soldier. It will be the New Year in more than ten days.
I can't let my girl wait for death in prison!"
Ethan didn't dare to say anything more. Since Wen Na showed him the black powder, she must have an important task for him.
"Are you afraid of death?"
"I'm scared, sir, but I'm willing to die for you." Ethan's heart was hanging, it seemed that Wenna wanted him to die with his enemy.
But he thought wrong, Wen Na just wanted him to keep the black fans.
"I'm also afraid of death. Although Reggie said this thing is very safe, when I think about it being in my bedroom, I can't sleep all night. Ethan, can I trust you?"
His violently beating heart slowly calmed down, and Ethan let out a deep breath and said, "I will always be your most trustworthy person in this world."
"Don't tell anyone," Wen Na warned again and again. "We only have one chance. We must rescue those girls and then blow up that crazy woman."
Ethan knelt on the ground and said: "I am willing to go through fire and water for you until my body is broken to pieces."
Ethan took away the anti-fans, and Wenna also breathed a sigh of relief. She quietly took out Reggie's letter and read it again carefully. She should have burned the letter, but there was too much content in the letter, and she didn't want to.
Dare to ignore any detail.
The second step of the plan: raise two million pounds of grain for Prince Charlemagne.
This is a very painful decision. Like Reggie, Wenna also cherishes food very much. She knows that it is the basis for survival.
But now she must pay the price and make amends for the mistakes she made before.
Prince Charlemagne's messenger was near Golden Light City, and Wenna asked the waiter to deliver a letter, expressing her willingness to pay two million pounds of grain in two days.
The messenger warmly received the waiter. When he saw the agreed time, the messenger was a little surprised: "Why is it at night?"
The waiter sighed and said, "Sir, Zhilin City is now occupied by the Heavenly Punishers. We dare not take food outside the city during the day."
The messenger frowned and said, "How dare these arrogant Heavenly Punishers be disrespectful to His Highness the Prince?"
"I think they don't dare to offend His Highness the Prince," the waiter looked around and whispered, "but they don't like the Queen of Bayer. Don't forget, she is a witch."
"It's not their turn to dictate such matters!" The messenger was irritated, "Please go back and convey to Viscount Sheila, I will convey her good intentions to His Highness the Prince, and also inform His Highness the Prince of her plight! These stupid angels
It’s time for the Punisher to restrain himself!”
…
The third step of the plan is to keep an eye on Cassati's whereabouts. Wenna does not need to complete this matter. This is Tyr's task.
It's not too difficult to track an ordinary person, and Dorothy can help Tell hide his identity.
Her Heavenly Punisher badge came into play again. Dorothy told the Heavenly Punisher's "encounter" in Shattered Snow City. She admitted that she was a troll, and told the story of her assassination of Reggie.
Of course, the last part of the story is somewhat fictitious. Reggie made up a more reasonable ending for Dorothy. She killed the guards with poison and escaped from Shattered Snow City. This not only demonstrated Dorothy's firm will
It also shows Dorothy's explosive fighting ability.
She quickly gained Cassati's trust and joined Cassati's camp. With her help, Tell quickly mastered Cassati's behavior and also found Bachelot's old friend.
The voice of the wizard, Sandre.
"The wizard is about five feet seven inches, with a medium build, deep wrinkles on his forehead, brown hair mixed with a lot of white hair, deep eye sockets, small eyes, and a high nose bridge. His skin color..."
Dorothy said in the side; "His skin color is a bit dark. You are talking about the man who always stands behind Cassati, right?"
Tyr didn't say anything, he just nodded to Modesa.
He almost never spoke to Doranor and Dorothy, and even the hard-hearted Modessa felt a little uncomfortable.
"I think I should tell the Lord about the situation here," Modesa stared at Tyr. "If you can't cooperate well, I think you must find another suitable person."
"Why bother the lord," Tyr sneered, "Cooperation doesn't mean talking nonsense. By the way, I have something important to tell you. Cassati has received black fans, and Ethan has received
After he was blackmailed, he was handed over to Cassati that night."
"Smart enough but not loyal enough," Doranor muttered to himself, "It seems we underestimated the master of Zhilin City."