For Earl Du Peng, his life has been so cowardly recently.

The bandits in his territory were everywhere, and the brave thieves not only took their ideas to themselves, but also had an increasingly fierce trend, making the Earl's army exhausted every day.

But there is a saying that there is no airtight wall in the world. No matter how secret the other party is, it still makes this shrewd count catch the savvy count.

Evidence 1: According to the news from the soldiers of the Military Guard, the merchants have not gone to Black Valley County and Feronte County recently. This was expected. The significant increase in tariffs is to keep merchants out. It is not surprising that such a situation will occur. After all, merchants have tempers.

But the problem was even more serious than expected. According to the original plan of Count Du Peng, after blocking the local business road to Gululing, he actually cut tariffs and market prices in other places to please the merchants, but he soon discovered that the merchants did not buy it!

These days, fewer and fewer merchants lead to the territory. In the last day, even after, there were no signs of carriages and horses. The baron, who pretended nothing but shit, also sent people to ask him every now and then, "What happened?" "Earl, is our plan okay?" "Earl..."

——Earl Du Peng finally roared and drove the damn idiots back.

Didn’t that martial artist know that he was getting upset here and was going to cause trouble at this time!

However, Earl Du Peng is a relatively capable person at least, at least better than other people. When he notices something is wrong, he sends people to ask the merchants in the city and track down the suspicious clues.

It can only be said that hard work pays off. Du Peng found that the merchants who came to do business did not turn back the same way, but took a detour to a small town called Doronbert.

Doronber is located between the territory of Ferronte County of Earl Duben and Baron Ankasa. To the east is the famous Adventurer's Holy Land Maze, which can be said to be the rushing point of a triangle.

Of course, if you have carefully studied the map of the Abyss Kingdom, you will find that no matter how you look, you cannot find the location of this town on the map. Although it is in the territory of the Lord of the River of Fire, it has not been divided into any county. In fact, this town does not exist in the original state, but adventurers and merchants took advantage of the loopholes in the boundaries of the territory and gathered in this three-involuntary place to gradually form a distribution center.

"Sir Earl, the merchants took the goods to Doronber and left, and there were special people responsible for collecting the supplies."

"Have you found out where they came from?"

"It's the guy from Gulu Ridge."

Although Earl Du Peng could not imagine how these people did not transport the goods back through his own level, it undoubtedly proved that Lancelot was wiggling behind his back. He was somewhat doubtful that the little idiot Ankasa had hooked up with the other party without telling him.

Evidence 2: The group of transport teams that had been robbed of gold mines were finally found. Although they were full of anger when they mentioned this group of damn bastards, before punishing the group of soldiers who were unlucky to death, the count still asked some useful information from their mouths.

"What's going on?" He had a blue face and forced his anger to suppress his surging anger, so that his fat face completely changed.

The surviving soldier brought by Sir Mavie pressed his head down very low, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Do you think you can escape punishment without opening your mouth? Now that it is clear that is the only chance to save your life!" Du Peng finally couldn't help it and yelled.

The soldier lies on the ground and looks up at Sir Mavie next to him.

"You must tell me what you want, just tell me the truth." Sir Mavie said meaningfully.

The soldier finally had the confidence and began to tell the story: "Master Earl, the villain is the executive officer responsible for transporting gold mines..."

"I'll save you nonsense, let's talk about the key points!" The earls are not in the mood to listen to so much nonsense.

"Yes, sir, the villain was carrying out the mission that day, but a large group of people rushed out and robbed our gold mine."

"Wait!" Earl Du Peng stopped the soldiers' answer, and a pair of loose eyebrows frowned on his little eyes: "I asked you to tell me the key points, you just said so perfunctorily? Explain clearly, who is it, an army, a mercenary, or a caveman?"

"It's the army, sir."

"The army is not a caveman?" Earl Du Peng asked repeatedly as if to prove his guess.

"Yes, it's definitely not those dirty cavemen. Although the other party is not wearing military uniforms, the neat scale of the system is definitely not comparable to ordinary mercenaries. Besides, the nearby mercenaries do not have the courage to intercept your things." The soldier looked up cautiously at Earl Du Peng.

That's right. The gold mine is not the private property of Count Du Peng. In fact, 70% of the income from the gold mine will be paid to the lord and the treasury. What Count Du Peng can retain is only the remaining 30%. If someone dares to intercept this, he will undoubtedly be in dispute with the kingdom."

Earl Du Peng's face was unstable. His previous thoughts had always had a misunderstanding, believing that the dirty cavemen were the ones who stole his property, but after this conversation, the Earl seemed to see clearly the outline behind all the conspiracies.

However, the ironclad evidence to really help the Earl realize the reality is the last one, but this incident made him more angry than anything before.

That was the treasure house of Count Du Peng, and it was finally caught clean.

This, how is this possible!

The previous granary was robbed, which aroused the vigilance of the Earl. He consciously consolidated the city defense and strengthened the defenses around his treasure house. Even the floor tiles were covered with 10 cm steel plates. The scale of such a strict defense was almost comparable to the city defense of the two counties under his jurisdiction. Or if he said boldly, it might even surpass the city defense.

But even so, what should come will come.

The Earl's guards who were responsible for guarding the treasure house were killed, leaving behind a living mouth, trembling and unable to explain anything.

"Who is it? Tell me who it is!" If the Count could tolerate it a few times before, then this time it completely crossed his bottom line. He looked at the entire empty treasure house, his eyes were as red as vampires.

Of course, this count is an authentic demon, and this is just a metaphor that suits the situation.

The surviving guard seemed to see a terrible nightmare, with a dull expression and unable to say anything, let alone provide any information. Just when the count was furious and wanted to strangle the useless garbage with his own hands, Sir Mavie next to him found a note from the soldier.

"Sir, you have to look at this..."

"What is it?" Even at Mawei, the Count Du Peng, who was furious, lost his previous patience and rejuvenation.

Sir Mavi did not answer, but insisted on handing over the note.

The count suppressed his displeasure, glanced at the notes a few times, his eyes burst out, he clenched his fists, and embedded his nails tightly into his flesh.

"Okay, it's really you. I really underestimate you, Lancelot!"

There is only one line of characters on the note, and a signature is added.

"Dear Count, I will take away the treasures in your treasure house, and treat them as making up for my losses. By the way, Lord Baron greets you on my behalf.

——Your neighbor, Lancelot-Ray-Igusas, the head of Gululing County.”

"Okay, okay, okay!" Earl Du Peng said three good words in a row, and the mouth of old blood that he was holding was not spit out.

Sir Mavie frowned and leaned closer and said, "Is it true that this is written? It is really Lancelot of Gollury, the lord's youngest son? And it also says that Baron Ankasa also got involved."

"It's 80%!" the count said hatefully.

Have you ever tried this feeling? Someone stole something, but the other party still kept a note with information, such as someone who visited here or something. This is not an ordinary slap in the face, but jumped out and slapped you in the face, and patted your ass to death: "You're here to hit me!"

"But Lancelot is too bold. He wouldn't really think that we can't do anything to him if we write these things in such a blatant way?"

Earl Du Peng laughed furiously: "Do you know what it means to be confident?"

Sir Mavi was still yelled, and the count beside him was already roaring.

"This beast is simply too bullying. He knows that I dare not put this matter clearly on the lord. This note is written so well and beautifully. When you see, you just want someone to write it. Then the bastard bites him and says we are wronged. Then you see if the lord helps him or me?"

"Can we just swallow this mute and lose money?"

"Swallow this loss?" Earl Du Peng put Sir Mavie's words to his mouth and chewed it, then a cold light burst out in his eyes: "No, I want these damn guys to spit out all the food they have eaten!"

Ma Wei sighed next to him. It seemed that the stubborn Earl had chosen the worst path.

He seemed to have seen through reality, and the silk thread tied to the earl was slowly closing, tightening his throat.

Of course, the expression on Sir Mavie's face flashed away. He is now on the same front as Lance. If the truth is revealed at this time, let alone how Lance will deal with him in the future, and the count will not forgive him. In fact, the road has been chosen long ago, and the rest will be the only one who goes on.

"What should I do, Lord Earl?" he asked tentatively, but it was exactly the same as Lance had planned.

Earl Du Peng, who was angry and snatched away his reason, sneered. If there was nothing left of this count at the moment, it was probably his self-conscious confidence and his boring racial discrimination.

If he was willing to contact Baron Ankasa here, things might turn a corner, but it had nothing to do with Reims' notes. His natural distrust of other races made him lose his last chance.

Earl Du Peng took it for granted, but this was also said sadly in Sir Mavie's eyes: "Do you still need to ask? Haven't the clues pointed out? Since he stole my things, then we must also use the same way to treat the other person."

Where the count's eyes fell, Doronbert, the northeast direction, the exchange where Lance and the merchants reached a deal.
Chapter completed!