Chapter 471

With a shiver, Ryan Cutler awoke from his sleep.

"Hiss..." But before he got up, he covered his forehead.

The excessive drinking at the celebration banquet left him in a state of headache.

The winter night came early, and it was dark outside.

The Avellan show attracted a lot of tourists, but it also filled all the hotels in the town. Even the benefactor of Cutler's troupe, the mysterious bard, had to pay three times the room price to grab two empty rooms out of the check-out room.

Fortunately, as an entertainment troupe traveling all over the eastern plains, Ryan didn't mind sleeping in his own car with his wife Especially when there are trophies from the previous performance convention in the carriage.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the gilded trophy in his heart.

At first, their troupe took part in the competition only on the spur of the moment, with a bit of luck. Even though he was very satisfied with his wife's choreography, he also knew how many troupes were covetous for the honor of winning the competition and the huge prize of 100 gold coins.

After the dancer of his troupe was poached by the rose troupe, he was saddened to realize the helplessness and humiliation of his poor troupe.

Ross wants to buy his own troupe, but Ryan knows that the target is not Cutler, the small and broken troupe, but his wife.

Looking back on his still sleeping wife's face, Ryan's expression softened a little.

He was just an ordinary man with no special talent, while she was the daughter of a small aristocrat. After they were in love at the beginning, they took a long time to get together, and even let his wife break with the family and no longer have the surname that once made her proud.

From the original luxury to the present thrifty, from the original carefree to worry about livelihood all the time, even the original white hands are full of calluses due to long-time housework and labor, no longer delicate and tender.

However, his wife has never said anything, has been silent to pay.

So even for her, I have to work harder.

Lane felt the leather pocket in his arms, which contained 90 gold coins as prize money. Somehow, the puppet girl said that she had gained enough this time, so she only took 10 gold coins, while the mysterious bard refused the gift of gold coins after accepting a poor gem.

It made Ryan happy and uneasy at the same time.

Ninety gold coins - that's enough to buy a small show of the size of Cutler.

If you give him time to develop well, not to mention the medium-sized performing troupes like Ross, maybe even the large ones are not a problem!

But at the same time, this huge amount of money is like a piece of fat, enough to make those lawless people covet them.

In Avellan, it's OK. The Lord hasn't left yet. If there's a news that the Performing Arts Troupe just won the prize and was robbed the next day, even for his own face, the Lord will order a thorough investigation and bring the culprit to justice. But once you leave Avellan, those who hide in the darkness that the sun can't find will be eager to do something to them!

"Maybe it's better to spend most of the money tomorrow." After carefully covering the quilt for his wife, Ryan lay down again and looked at the roof of the carriage, thinking about the following: "it happens that many small performing arts troupes have not left Avellan. They buy some reputable ones, buy some spare materials and so on, and then hire some mercenaries to protect them. If they make a big noise, they should be OK."

However, he always felt uneasy for some reason.

Finally, more and more confused, Ryan got up, put on his clothes, opened the door of the carriage, and planned to go out to chat with the demon swordsman who was guarding the night by the campfire. By the way, he calmed down his still stinging head through the cold winter air.

However, at the moment when he opened the door, he noticed something was wrong. The swordsman by the fire fell to the ground. With the help of the fire, he could see the dark red liquid flowing slowly under him.

Then a silvery dagger hit his throat.

Two assassin swordsmen who had concealed their body shape by magic emerged from the air and appeared in front of him.

"Keep quiet, sir The one by the campfire has shown you what happens when you don't cooperate One of the swordsmen whispered, his voice was as sharp as scraping a blackboard with his fingernails, so that people could immediately hear that the other person was using a fake voice.

Do you dare to die today? Ryan's heart went to his throat. The temperature was very low, but there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.

"I can give it to you if you want money, but please don't continue to hurt our people." Lane Cutler finally sighed and let out a little vapid plea for mercy.

"No, we don't want your money, sir." Unexpectedly, another swordsman shook his head."But I don't have anything else worth doing here... "

"It's just work."

Ryan felt a little dizzy.

At this time, another voice answered his doubts.

"What they want is your beautiful wife."

The three looked in the direction of the sound.

The mysterious bard, still in his pajamas, came slowly over, as if he could not feel the weight of the dead pig's body.

The two girls who followed him gathered around the fallen night watchman. Then one of the little blue haired girls shook her head at the Bard, indicating that he was hopeless.

"I'm here Well, forget it. I found a contract with magic in this guy's room. "

Sylvie threw the fat man who had been given the feathering technique to the ground, and then took out a piece of antique pan yellow sheep skin paper: "it seems that there is a wonderful aristocratic family who has paid a sum far more than the bonus you got, and entrusted him to take your wife with him. And the deadline on the contract is in the last few days. If it fails, something interesting may happen. "

Seavy's words struck Ryan Cutler's head like a lightning bolt. Why did Ross, a money hungry guy, have a hard time with himself? He would rather have his own pocket bleeding than with Cutler's troupe. He forced his original small performing troupe, which was not wrong, to the present. Now it's clear.

I'm afraid he didn't covet his wife's beauty. Instead, he learned about his wife's original birth from nowhere, negotiated with the family, accepted the entrustment of the other party and asked for high wealth, so he would target himself everywhere.

"Then the two over there," said Seaver, rolling up the parchment and stuffing it into his pocket. "Are you going to turn yourself in? Or should I send you to surrender? "

"Wait a minute, our gold master has been caught by you, and this job will be abandoned naturally." One of the swordsmen said in a voice, "in this way, we have nothing to do with each other. You don't have to struggle with each other, do you?"

"No, no, no, it's just over there." Sylvie pointed behind him.

In the direction he pointed to, there lay the slain night watchman.

"So you are not going to get together with us The voice of the swordsman turned cold.

He thought that the other party's ability to appear near him without their awareness was a little strange, and the strange force that could easily lift rose up. Therefore, he was a bit afraid of SIVI and said so in the principle of more things than less.

However, as a killer, he will not be afraid of this trouble: "in that case..."

"The negotiations broke down." Sylvie echoed with a smile.

Then he raised his hand gently

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