As Viscount Morroen's only son and future heir to Querofi, in theory, Olambert should have been Querofi's most powerful person after Morroan, but his respectful and restrained attitude towards Bessaro is really strange.

Actually, it is not surprising to say that it is strange, because Bessaro does have the qualification to make Orlambert respect and fear.

Before Orambert was born, Besarro had been assisting Viscount Morrown, and was the most trusted subordinate of Viscount Morrown. When Orambert was born and grown up, Besarro was appointed as Orambert's academic tutor. Because Viscount Morrown was busy with government affairs for many years, he often neglected to take care of Orambert, so Orambert's growth trajectory is inseparable from the shadow of Besarro. For Orambert, Besarro is a senior who is both a father and a teacher. Although Besarro has always spoken harshly towards him, once something happened to Orambert or causes trouble, he often comes forward to help him solve the problem. How can such a person not make Orambert respect and hate him?

People are not plants and trees, so who can be ruthless?

Over the years, under the company and teachings of Orlambert, Besaro and him have already developed a deep relationship without realizing it. Besaro, who has no children, has spoiled him like a nephew in his later life. Although he is not good at expressing his feelings, his serious and rigid appearance will always cause misunderstandings, but after Orlambert causes many ridiculous things, he often follows behind him to clean up his hands.

This time is no exception.

After hearing what Olambert's subordinates rushed to report, Besaro knew that this little guy was messing around again.

Looking at Alchem ​​on the stairs on the floor, Bessaro looked at the other party carefully and couldn't help but nod. It was a good material for a warrior. He made such a judgment and couldn't help but feel the intention of soliciting him.

"Brave young man, tell me your name."

He moved his steps and slowly stepped towards the direction of the floor stairs.

"Arsey, Fe.Arsey."

Alche answered in a deep voice. Facing the slowly approaching step by step, he suddenly felt a great pressure.

"I appreciate your strength. If you don't have a loyal person, maybe you can consider joining Viscount Querofimoroen. Because I believe you will have a bright future under Viscount Morrown."

Unlike Orlandert's directness, Bessaro's favorable favoritism and relaxation is indeed easy to arouse others' favor and relaxation.

"I'm sorry, I already have people who follow me."

Alchem ​​refused without hesitation.

Under the stairs, Betharo stopped, turned his head and looked at Orlando and said, "Can I learn more about the contradictions and conflicts between you and him?"

After hearing the question from Besaro, Orlambert was unable to tell the secret hidden in his heart directly, and just smiled embarrassedly: "Old Master Besaro, I just want to find someone, but that ignorant guy blocked my way to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?" Besaro asked immediately.

"This... Lord Bessaro, I..." Orlambert couldn't speak for a moment because he didn't want to say it.

"Okay, I won't force you anymore. Anyway, I'll know who you are looking for later!" Besaro shook his head without caring and said, turning his attention to Alchem ​​on the stairs.

"Young man, let the way open, you are no match for me."

"No." Alchem ​​said coldly.

"You will die, and I don't want you to die." Berzaro said softly.

"It is my duty to protect this place." Alchem ​​said.

"Well, I'm not good at using eloquence to convince a person, especially a stubborn and loyal person." Baisaro smiled, reached out and slowly pulled out a silver-gray sword from his brown coat, and said, "So often I can only solve problems with violence."

clatter--

Berzaro took the first step to the stairs on the floor. In an instant, his smile calmed down, and the cold murderous intent instantly enveloped the entire hotel lobby, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Arshay held the sword in his hand tightly, his eyes full of vigilance and stared at the man down the stairs. He felt danger and the danger of death. This was the first time he felt this feeling in a person. Just the oppression of the other party's momentum had caused him to have an unmatched thought.

Taking a deep breath, Alchem's chest bulged, and suddenly let out a roar and completely evacuated the depression in his heart. It was like a cold light popping out of his eyes of a wild beast, and the fierce smell burst out, and he fought against the oppressive momentum of Bosaro.

Berzaro went up the steps step by step, with a ruthless expression. Suddenly, he took action without warning, and the speed was hard to see clearly. It seemed that a brown shadow was just floating in his sight. Berzaro's people appeared behind Alchem ​​on the floor.

Alchem ​​stared at the sight of her eyes, as if she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her, especially when a stinging sensation came from her chest, he knew that he had lost, and the price of losing would be death.

hiss--

Blood came out of Alchem's chest like a blood arrow and sprayed on the gray wall. The strength in his body seemed to be drained in an instant, his legs were unable to support his heavy body. The next moment, he knelt on the ground with his long sword in his arms.

Bosaro turned around expressionlessly and said, "The gap in realm is never something you humble middle and lower-level warriors can understand. If you have power but cannot use it reasonably and effectively, it is just a beast in human skin."

As he said that, Bessaro's silver-gray sword was placed on Arshe's neck. As long as his sword tip turned, Arshe's head would land on the ground, but he did not do so immediately.

"Survival or death? Now, I'll give you two choices."

This is the second time Alchem ​​has heard the same question, the difference is the person who asked.

Alche opened his mouth, and the blood that kept losing his chest wounds made his silent and wooden face gradually turn white. He clearly felt the passing of life. After several violent coughs, he shook his head and said, "I admit that you are very strong. It is only a breeze to kill me. The survival choice you gave is certainly tempting, because no one is willing to die, but..."

"But what?" asked Bessaro with some interest.

"Even if I choose the survival you give, it only delays my death time." Alchem ​​said weakly. "So, there is no difference between choosing and not choosing in my eyes."

Bessaro was silent and said, "Are you worried that the person who betrays his allegiance will not be able to escape the other party's killer?"

"Yes." Alche said truthfully, "So I can't accept the choice you gave."

"I suddenly became interested in the loyalty and followers you said. You said, if I killed you now, will he avenge you in the future?" said Bessaro.

"He will." Alchem ​​said.

"Why are you so sure?" said Bessaro.

"Because he owes me a life," Alchem ​​said.

"Is that so? Can you tell me where he is now?" said Bessaro.

"I don't know." Alchem ​​said.

"Don't know?" Baisaro smiled rare and said, "But you must know who is the one who you have to protect even if you give your life?"

"I don't know." Alchem ​​said again.

"Although I don't know? What a strange and stubborn guy. Sorry, you have made me lose my last patience, so you can die with peace of mind."

As he said that, the sword edge of Bessaro began to rotate.

"Your Excellency, maybe you need to consider the consequences and costs of killing him!"

At this time, a strange man's voice suddenly rang in the quiet hotel lobby.

Besaro was stunned with his hand holding the sword, and his eyes looked towards Orlambert below the hotel lobby, because the strange voice came from there.

In the hotel lobby, a young and handsome cold man was standing behind Orambert. The most eye-catching one was the long sword shining with green light on Orambert's neck.

"You are the man he calls loyal to?"

Besaro stared at the man behind Orambert, as if he had no concern at all about his threatening behavior of hijacking Orambert.

"Of course, because no one will save an irrelevant person for no reason." Xia Lan said calmly.

"Uncle Bessaro, save me!" Faced with the man who was silently lurking behind him and threatened him with death, Olambert's heart was extremely fearful, and he even called for help and shouted at Bessaro regardless of his identity. He did not dare to look back, because the bloody and cold murderous intent that appeared on the man behind him had already made him so frightened that his body could not move.

Bossa** took his sword with a crisp and decisive leap down directly from the top of the floor.

"Let him go."

"Yes...but, before that, I wondered why he hurt my followers." Xia Lan said calmly. "After all, you have to pay a certain price to do something wrong."

"Olambert, tell him." Besarro ordered to Orlambert with a serious expression, his words full of unquestionableness!

"But...but..." Orlambert seemed a little confused and struggling, and was reluctant to express his intentions.

"Say!" Besaro said angrily.

"Yes...If I said it, don't be excited..."

Orlambert shivered, and finally compromised.

"Because I found Pandillia's traces, and she is in this hotel now!"

"What? Pandillia?!" After hearing this, Bessaro could no longer keep his calm and shocked.

"Yes, because after Pandelia's father secretly sent Querofe, I was worried that she would lurk back sooner or later, so I had arranged subordinates at various city gates, always paying attention to Pandelia's traces. However, it was unexpected that the city guards happened to find her trace today..." Orlandert said in a trembling voice.

"That's why you are so anxious to lead the guards here?" said Bessaro.

"Yes……"

After listening to Orlambert's explanation quietly, Xia Lan's eyes suddenly turned to the floor steps.

"Uncle Bessaro! Orlambert! Why are you here?"
Chapter completed!