"Captain Jon, I think you are a little restless today. Is there something going on?" Deputy Commander Henry, who was standing beside him, came over to ask Jon and said.

"Well... nothing, maybe I didn't sleep well last night." Jon casually made an excuse.

Henry snorted coldly in his heart, thinking that it was nothing. As the commander of the City Guard Army, Jon personally took charge of the duty at the city gate. At this time, he was passing the time in the City Guard Post. He didn't know why he was so whim today, but although he had questions in his heart, he didn't ask much.

"Okay, Deputy Commander Henry, you can watch here and I'll go back." With an order, Jon left the city gate and returned to his mansion.

He dismissed all the servants. Seeing that there was no one around him, he secretly took out a small transparent bottle from his arms. The bottle was made of crystal, with half a bottle of purple liquid inside. It swayed slightly, and the purple liquid was like stars inside it, turning slowly.

It is this thing. His task is to find an opportunity to put the bottle of things into the wine at the banquet tonight, and then let Viscount Brighton drink it. This kind of thing is only successful and not failure, because once it fails, he will never have a second chance.

Since he was unintentionally pulled into the organization, he has no second way to go. His capital and life are controlled by the organization. Usually, the organization has no tasks assigned to him, and even gave him the illusion of being a free man. However, the first task that the organization asked him to perform this time was so fatal.

He didn't know what this bottle was, but the fool knew it was definitely not a good thing, it must be some kind of poison, and he didn't know whether Viscount Brighton would be controlled or died directly after drinking it. However, he knew that once he started doing this, he would never look back.

Holding this transparent bottle in his hand, he was stunned and suddenly the door was knocked by someone, which scared him so much that he quickly stuffed the bottle into his arms.

"What's the matter?"

A servant pushed the door and said, "Sir, your brother-in-law is here."

"Dunlint?" Jon was surprised and immediately frowned, not seeing him, but he also knew that this Dunlint was just a piece of dog skin plaster, stuck to his body, and it would get rid of a layer of skin when it was tear. It was very difficult to deal with it. Since he found the door, it would be impossible to see him.

"Let him come in." Jon said with a bad look on his face.

The servant walked down. Not long after, the wheels rang out outside. Just when Jon was a little puzzled, a guard outside pushed a wheelchair and walked in. The one sitting on the wheelchair was Dunlint, and his lower body was covered with a blanket, so he could not tell what was wrong.

"Dunlint, are you?"

The person in front of me was so familiar that he could not be familiar with him anymore. Although his body had been a little weaker, he had no major problems. I don’t know what was going on, but this time he actually came in in a wheelchair.

Deng Linte didn't say anything, first waved his hand and signaled the guard to retreat. After the guard left, he lifted up the blanket covering his lower body, which made Jon suck in a cold air because he saw that Deng Linte's legs were bent into an angle that would never be bent by a normal person, which was clearly ruined.

"You...your legs...this is this?"

"Jon, my legs have been destroyed. This time I came to you to help me avenge my sister for your sake." When talking about his legs, Deng Lint looked hatred.

Jon frowned. If Deng Linte didn't mention his sister, he would be very angry when he mentioned his sister. He had a sister who married Deng Linte at a young age. His sister was in poor health, but he was a villain like Deng Linte. He had no choice but to eat, drink, bet, and gambling. He was so angry that his sister was so angry that he had been in a few years.

So he hated Dunlint, his brother-in-law, and even during festivals, he never interacted with Dunlint. He said why is it so strange today? Dunlint used to be self-aware and never appeared in front of him. He knew that he was not welcomed, but today he was abnormal. It turned out that his legs were destroyed and he specifically asked him to take revenge.

"Dunlint, I think you were looking for the wrong person. I am the commander of the corps and I am not responsible for local security. Your leg was broken. You should go to the sheriff to report the case. What are you doing here when you find me?"

Jon gave such an answer coldly. He was the commander of the Marlan City Guards and did not have the power to arrest someone? Of course there is, but why did he do this?

He hated Dunlint very much, especially after his sister died, this brother-in-law was similar to his enemy. He basically never interacted with each other and didn't step on his feet secretly. If you want him to help, go to dream.

Another very important thing is that he has a crucial task tonight, which is directly related to his wealth and life. At the critical moment of such an important task, how can he have the energy to mobilize his power to help Deng Linte?

When Dunlint heard Jon's answer, his face darkened, holding the blanket in his hand, as if he was about to tear the whole blanket apart, then he smiled, his voice like a beast's roar.

"Haha... You're right. I should really find a sheriff in this kind of thing, but who told us to be relatives? Should we support each other? It's like I know you're secretly reselling military supplies, but I never reported you."

Jon's face changed suddenly. He looked around and asked Dunlint in a low voice, saying, "What do you mean?"

Jon had a ghost in his heart. He was indeed reselling military supplies in secret. Having said that, no one in the world is not greedy. However, such a thing is a relatively secret matter. Only a few people in charge know that he didn't know how Deng Linte knew and whether he had any evidence.

However, such a thing is not important. Deng Lint only needs to ask Viscount Brighton to see Viscount Brighton. After a strict investigation, he will definitely reveal his situation. Not only will his position be lost, but the task he is going to perform will be ruined. The organization will not let him go, which is related to his wealth and life. He can't help but be nervous.

"You are my elder brother-in-law. What can I mean? You are just begging you to avenge me." Deng Lint's face was extremely gloomy and he said slowly.

"Huh... who hurt you like this?" After a secret weighed in his heart, Jon had to surrender. He was stuck with this scoundrel, and he couldn't surrender.

"It's these people." Deng Linte took out several portraits from his arms, which were Chen Feng and three others. The portraits were vivid, and even their expressions and temperament were depicted.

Deng Linte has a complete problem. He is a complete scum, but he does not have any advantages. At least he has a good talent for sketching. If he devotes himself to studying, he may not be able to become a famous painter. The key is that his mind is not at all on this, and now it has become his tool for revenge.

After taking the portrait, Jon's pupils suddenly shrank, because he had seen these people in the portrait before, and they were the Luthers people he had met before. It turned out that these strange faces had deposed Dunlint.

This discovery made him feel relieved. When he promised to avenge Dunlint before, he was also a little worried, worried that the person who deposed Dunlint would have a background, but if he found out that these people were from Luthers, he would have no scruples at all.

The Luthers have a low status, and with these people being foreigners, it is unlikely that they have anything to do with a certain nobleman. If such a person dies, no one will pursue him. In this way, he will save a lot of trouble.

"Have you seen them?" Seeing Jon's expression change, Dunlint immediately captured something.

"Well... I need some time to check where they are staying." Jon said, and went out to call a guard and handed the three portraits to the guards, and told him to find out where the three men were staying as soon as possible. When he waved his hand to signal the guards to retreat, he suddenly had an idea and an idea passed through his mind.

"Wait, what's the name of that wanted criminal?" Jon immediately stopped the guard who was about to leave.

"Roger Bright, Lord." The guard replied immediately.

Jon thought for a moment, with a smile on his lips. He glanced at the three portraits in the guard's hand, casually pulled out Chen Feng's portrait, and said to the guard: "Remember, this person is Roger Bright. Go down and replace all the portraits and records."

The guard's heart was shocked. This was an open frame-up, using power for personal gain, and he wanted to kill people. However, he didn't dare to say anything and nodded and took the order.

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"This room... is just a careless one." Liu Ye looked at the furnishings around him and said with a slight lip.

At this time, they lived in the best hotel and the best room in Malan City. This was specially found a guide and introduced by the other party. The room could be said to be extremely gorgeous, and even a cushion was woven with the softest monster wool.

However, this medieval glory is just ordinary for Liuye, who is used to seeing modern and diverse hotels. In the current international hotels, this antique glory can also be made, and it also has modern charm. In contrast, there is nothing to be surprised about in the room in front of you. There is only some special alchemy products, which makes Liuye a little interested.
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