Chapter 10

He was standing at the back door of a tavern in a daze. Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head subconsciously. Then he saw Joshua. He was a little confused at first, but after he reacted, he was excited and laughed - but before the young blonde said hello, A forceps like hand went up his throat.

"Chris, I didn't expect to see you here."

He picked up the blonde youth with one hand and pressed heavily on the wall of the alley. Joshua turned his right hand and thrust his gun into the ground, showing a kind smile: "it's a long time no see. How are you recently?"

"Well, cough."

"Oh, forget you can't talk like this." Joshua relaxed a little.

"Well... What are you doing, cousin?"

The blonde named Chris, whose face was red, recovered a little bit. Although he was choked, he didn't look very afraid: "there's no need to treat me like this when we meet, right?"

"With the word cousin, if we don't kill you on the spot, we'll have a good relationship." Joshua was not moved at all: "I don't think about what your father did."

As the dialogue said, the blonde youth Joshua met in the alley was his uncle cheap's son, his cousin, Chris Radcliffe.

Fortunately, he was a little suspicious of the trap.

"Even so, our relationship is not so bad."

The blonde tried to explain, "at least you shouldn't just look like you're going to kill me."

After hearing these words, Joshua couldn't help nodding. In fact, this cousin and Joshua had a good relationship. They played together in the snow when they were young, and they had some brotherhood.

But even so, he didn't let go.

"No matter what the relationship was, Chris, we haven't had much friendship since your father was going to snatch the title." Very simply, Joshua didn't care why Chris was here. He gave two requests straightforwardly: "exactly, now you have to tell me how many guards there are in the Lord's mansion, and who is the helper behind your father. Give you ten seconds. If you don't know, you will be killed by me."

At the end of the speech, he stared at his cousin's eyes and began to count down: "10."

Looking at Joshua, Chris's blue pupils were constricted behind his glasses, and his head was covered with cold sweat. He was not stupid, and he could see that Joshua was serious - if he didn't get the answer he wanted in ten seconds, this heartless guy would undoubtedly cut off his neck bone in spite of his previous friendship.

"There are twenty-four guards in the Lord's house, fifteen of them are low in silver, and three of them are high in silver." He reported what he knew decisively. The young blonde was calm in the face of danger and said quickly in a cold sweat: "I don't know the helper behind, but there's a guess - right, actually I don't support seizing the Baron at all. I sneaked out!"

Speaking of this, Chris spoke so fast that he was afraid of being interrupted by Joshua: "you see, my brother, I was very happy when I met you at first. I believe you can see that I am not with them!"

"... so it is."

No one would lie in this situation. Joshua's face softened a little, but his hand was still not loose: "but even so, it's more convenient for me to take you as a hostage than to intrude. If I get hurt by mistake, I'll blame your father."

"Wait a minute! My father is not the mastermind of this title. He is just a chess piece. Those real black hands can't take my life seriously! "

Chris was relieved to find that Joshua didn't immediately break his neck. But when he heard the last sentence, he was immediately worried: "think about it carefully. How could my father's son, who was not a noble, know the news of his uncle's death so soon?"

Speaking of this, the blonde youth's eyes were very serious: "on the day after my uncle died, a large group of people suddenly appeared and surrounded my home. They negotiated with my father for a long time, and then they set out together - but neither I nor my father believed in these people. There was no good thing in the world to help in vain. Last night, I ran away, It's also because of my father's suggestion and connivance. Otherwise, with my black iron strength, how can I leave quietly? "

"But in any case, there is no doubt that he wants to be count."

As a legendary fighter, with the help of blood flow and muscle movement, Joshua can clearly know whether the other party is telling the truth or lies. Hearing this, he released his hand and put Chris down. Then he shook his head in the coughing voice of the blonde youth and said, "if he doesn't want to be a pawn, no one will come, even if he is used as a chess piece, He must be willing to be usedAt this point, he will sit on the ground, Chris pulled up, seriously asked: "you say you have some speculation about the origin of that group of people, then say it all."

"The Wilson family."

After touching the neck with obvious pinch marks and straightening his glasses, Chris spoke in a very clear tone. He said decisively: "the four earls in the north, and only the Wilson leader, have the motive to attack you. They are forging families dealing in high-quality weapons and magic jewelry, but because of the lava pool, there are more and more dwarfs in Moldavia, Although the magic jewelry aspect has not been affected, but the weapon aspect is being suppressed completely, this is the direct interest dispute

"It's boring."

Joshua felt that the reason for this was that Moldavia had always been friendly with dwarves, so finishing ore was the main industry. Recently, due to the increasing number of dwarves blacksmiths willing to accept employment, they also began to try to enter the field of forging and selling weapons and armor, which undoubtedly affected the business of the Wilson family.

There are not many ways to make money in Beidi. It's boring, but it's enough for the Wilson family to do it. It's also true that only the Earl level aristocracy can produce dozens of silver knights and hundreds of soldiers.

If Moldavia didn't have to face the Kuroshio, and his main forces were in the black forest fortress, Joshua would have been able to pull out more than 100 silver knights, but now he can only face the enemy alone.

Thinking of this, Joshua suddenly asked curiously, "Chris, it seems that you don't like your father's decision very much. You know, even if it is used as a chess piece, it is also the Earl's title. When your father succeeds in succession, even the Wilson family can't really control it, The most important thing is to regain market share - don't you want to be an earl in the future? "

"Not everyone wants to be a nobleman, Joshua." With a sigh, the blonde youth pushed his glasses and shook his head helplessly: "everyone has his own pursuit."

"I like alchemy, I like business, I like a relaxed and leisurely life - the life in the north is too hard, which is different from that in the calm south. It's cold and uninhabited here. There will be a black tide every winter, but my father and I can't lead the team to kill powerful Warcraft. It's better to be a noble here than a civilian in the south."

Speaking of this, Chris's expression was very serious. He sighed to Joshua: "listen, I have a fiancee in the south, and I have my own alchemy laboratory. Here, I have nothing but my hometown. Nobility is a privilege and a responsibility. I'm crazy to fight against the Kuroshio before I come here, and then I want to explore the mountains. I have nothing to play with, Where bears die in winter, be a nobleman

Joshua: "listen to you, I don't want to compete for the title with your father."

Chris is telling the truth. For Joshua, who grew up here, the Beidi mountains are indeed a beautiful landscape. But for Chris, who has lived in the prosperous Empire South since childhood, the atmosphere and the culture here are really different from him. A rite of passage is killing bears empty handed, How can he live as an elegant alchemist in a battle race territory where he can't even say hello?

"All in all, cousin, I'm totally behind you in this matter." Chris pretended not to hear Joshua's words. His expression was cold: "if you succeed, then my father is at your disposal."

"It doesn't matter to kill it?"

"I didn't kill him. In fact, he betrayed my mother, but I had only one son. That's all we had." Chris doesn't look like a joke: "of course, it's better to keep him alive in the same blood."

"Is that what you did to your father? It's really my son... "

Joking and laughing, Joshua's eyes were cold. In Chris's question and answer just now, he quietly pulled out the knife he had snatched from his waist, then turned around and threw it at the end of the alley, in the shadow of a corne