Chapter 6: Luo Wen’s Death ()

Rowan Fanoen is an ordinary hereditary count in the Kingdom of Thunder Hen. According to the entitlement system continued in the Roman Empire era, if the hereditary nobles who inherited their father's titles did not have enough achievements for three consecutive generations, his title would automatically be reduced to one level. This is why Rowan's father was a marquis and he was just an earl.

There are 20 million people in the Leihen Kingdom, and there are not a thousand and eight hundred in total. Among these many counts, Count Luo Wen is a little famous. This is not only because he has a father who even the most picky people want to praise, but also because of Rowan's ungratefulness.

Rowan was the guy who framed the great businessman Cicele. Rowan used Cicele’s trust in him to set up a clever language trap and recorded Cicele’s answer intermittently with an alchemy prop called the image ball. This image ball that recorded the two people’s questions and answers became the ironclad evidence that Cicele colluded with Godzilla to treason.

Although Lei Heng's great nobles used Rowan to divide up the wealth of Cicel's wealth, they also did not like this selfish, untrustworthy, greedy and short-sighted count. Rowan discovered that the great nobles who had favored Cicel before he fell down had a sharp attitude towards him after Cicel's merchant group was dismembered, and every time they visited, they were politely blocked outside the door by the butler.

Luo Wen is very obsessed with greed, but it does not mean that he is a fool. The contempt revealed in the rude politeness of the wealthy housekeepers made Luo Wen very angry. However, the difference in status made Luo Wen only lose his teeth and swallow it into his stomach. After all, Luo Wen only has some cleverness. Compared with the old and sloppy nobles, the difference is like the difference between a warrior and an ordinary person.

Rowan soon learned the wisdom and insidiousness of the nobles. Cicel was a kind person. He had helped many people during his lifetime, including many powerful warriors. Maxim is an example. The great nobles who obtained Cicel's inheritance all claimed that they were all purchased from Rowan at a low price. Moreover, the nobles who got the cheap revealed intentionally or unintentionally that it was Earl Rowan who coveted Cicel Moen's wealth, thus framed Cicel and seized his wealth.

Rowan's accomplice was quick, and it was only a day after Cicele was arrested to hang. The warriors with a kindness had no time to save Cicele, so they turned their eyes to Rowan. In the next three years, Count Rowan Fanoin, who should have been full of energy, was like a rat crossing the street, either being scolded by Lei Henren in different ways or being assassinated by adventurers.

In three years, Rowan's wealth obtained from the Moen family was filled into the bottomless pit of recruiting bodyguards, and even invested in a lot of his father's legacy. The sharp sword hanging over his head always made Rowan tremble in extreme fear and resentment towards his complicity every night.

On June 29, 1403, Count Rowan Fanon went to the Adventurers Guild to hire guards as usual. The third level was 300 gold coins per month, the fourth level was 500, the fifth level was 800, and the sixth level was 1,022! The legendary three thousand gold coins per month plus a manor! For his own life, Rowan sprinkled a lot of gold coins.

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward. With Cicere's gold coins, Rowan spent every day in fear.

"Well!"

As the coachman pulled up the reins heavily, the front hooves of four tall white horses were raised, and then fell down, splashing a piece of dust.

The luxurious carriage with crystal lamps hanging on it had just stopped, and four barbarians holding a tall shield surrounded them and surrounded the car doors on one side.

In the vigilant eyes of the barbarians, the bloated Rowan made a clanging sound and walked towards the Adventurer Guild.

Just as Rowan stepped on the white steps of the Adventurers Guild, a black four-wheeled carriage rushed out of the alley beside the guild and rushed towards Rowan, a team of forty warriors.

After falling behind the carriage for dozens of meters, there were seven or eight mercenaries struggling to catch up.

"The horse is shocked! The horse is shocked! Go away!"

The driver of the carriage shouted at Luo Wen and others with a panic expression on his face.

"snort!"

Among Luo Wen's bodyguards, a Templar wearing silver high-end armor snorted coldly, and a petite crystal spirit appeared above his head. The next moment, a cloud of light blue mist burst out from the Templar's feet.

Later, the two frightened horses immediately reduced their speed by half, and with the efforts of the coachman, they finally stopped less than ten meters away from Luo Wen and his group.

In three years, Luo Wen's guards have never seen any tricks. Seduce, poison, cold arrows, set fire, and use the chaos of the crowd to attack, all kinds of assassinations emerge one after another. Horses pulling carts will be frightened? Those are all docile mares! Very low-level tricks!

"Thank you! Thank you everyone!"

The panting mercenaries opened the door of the black carriage, and a fat man with golden light walked out.

The fat man's face was very white, his thick and short legs were trembling, and his eyes were filled with deep fear. Maybe he was frightened.

Seeing the fat man look like this, Luo Wen's guard was relieved. If the assassin had a fat man's figure, what else would he have to do? An ordinary person could beat him down.

The fat man who escaped from death slapped his fat chest while expressing his gratitude to Luo Wen, who was heavily guarded. "Sir, you saved my life! If you need anything to serve, just speak! I, Brad, frowned, I am not a man!"

"Are you a businessman?"

Luo Wen's face was also very white. However, his whiteness was not the fat man's frightened whiteness, but the paleness of the sun that had not been seen for a long time.

"Yes! Sir, are you a businessman too?"

"snort!"

Luo Wen's face, which was originally calm, suddenly turned into jealousy, "Do you know what I hate the most?"

"This... dragon?"

Luo Wen's face change made the fat man feel a little bad.

"What I hate the most... is the businessman!"

Rowan gritted his teeth and said, "Jack, greet me this very manly businessman!"

"yes!"

The Templar, who had previously activated the Holy Ice, smiled grimly and surrounded the fat man and his men with about twenty warriors.

"What are you going to do!"

The fat man asked timidly as his teeth trembled.

"What are you doing? What do you say?"

The Templar sneered, "Brothers, do it!"

With the order of the Templar, Luo Wen, who surrounded the fat man, waved his fists and rushed towards the fat man and his guards. These arrogant warriors were finally rational and knew that it would be a big blessing to see blood at the door of the Adventurer Guild.

Unfortunately, Jack underestimated the guild's reaction. Just as Jack's fist fell on the nose of a knife dancer, a squadron's judgement knight rushed out of the adventurer's guild like a magic weapon, and surrounded Luo Wen, the fat merchant and their men in a few breaths.

It seems that these hundred Judgment Knights either have the talent of a prophet or have a dog nose, which is completely different from the style that Judgment Knights always appeared after the dust settled.

"You trash! You are very brave! You dare to fight at the gate of the guild!"

A Judgment Knight with a third-level badge on his chest looked like you were dead, "Catch them all, don't let anyone go!"

"I'm wronged!"

Hearing the words of the Judge Knight, the fat man pointed at Luo Wen and others with a sad and angry look and said, "Sir, they are the ones who took action first! I am self-defense! Arrest them!"

"Unfortunately? I don't have this word in my dictionary!"

The leading judge knight has a fair spirit of treating everyone equally. "Are you wronged? Tell me to the judge!"

Looking at the judges knights whose swords were unsheathed, the fat man immediately withered and honestly followed the judges with his subordinates.

However, the judge's Knight was resisted when he tried to take Rowan and his men.

"Go aside! We are guests invited by the president!"

Perhaps what Templar Jack said was true, and his tone was quite reasonable.

"Oh? The president invited an earl to discuss important matters..."

The words of the judgement Knight Squadron Captain made Rowan's guards relieved. But his next sentence made them angry, "But how did I know that this man with a turtle shell is that adult?"

"Barbarian, move the shield away! I'll take a look!"

The guards of Rowan who have experienced many assassinations certainly would not do this. They pulled out their weapons and glared at the judges. It seemed that once the judges did anything rude, they would attack the Adventurers Guild's symbol of force.

The first contract!

This is the first rule of the adventurer's code! It has to be said that the guards recruited by Rowan are all respectable adventurers. Even if the opponent is a judge who represents justice, sanctions and order.

"I am Count Rowan Fanoon!"

Faced with the tense situation, Luo Wenming wisely chose to give in. After all, he still had to rely on the Adventurer Guild to save his life.

Rowan waved his hand and asked the savage who was guarding him to move his shield away, "Your Excellency, I believe you should know me. After all, I am a regular visitor to the guild."

"Well, it's indeed the president's guest...ah!"

The judge knight no longer needs to identify Luo Wen's identity. Because in just a few seconds, a slender feather arrow had penetrated Luo Wen's throat deeply...

The roof of a tall building about 300 meters away from the Adventurer Guild.

Arthur, holding the longbow, was as dazzling as a god at this time.

A strange purple light flashed in the dark eyes, and a purple flame-like mark appeared and disappeared from time to time on his forehead.

His hands were wrapped in flame-like red light, two red eye patterns at the corners of his eyes, and a bear's paw-like light flashed above his head.

His armor was full of brilliance, wearing a simple cloak, and a pair of bright and blood-like leather gloves.

“This is interest.”

Arthur's tone was like the ice that had not melted for thousands of years on Northrend, making people feel extremely cold.

"snort!"

Arthur looked at the panicked and helpless warrior in front of the Adventurers Guild, snorted coldly, jumped off the high building, and disappeared among the low wooden houses in the mountain stream city.

Less than a minute after Arthur left, a light blue light ball suddenly appeared, and an old man with a white hair and a pointed mage hat walked out.

"Guiding arrows, rapid arrows, bloodthirsty techniques, roars, hawkeye...Dicha, what kind of monsters have you taught..."

That night, Arthur and others stayed in the hotel.

"That's it... Luo Wen was pierced by a feather arrow that flew from somewhere..."

After hearing what Sherlock had inquired about, Balzac pressed his left hand on his head without saying a word.

His relatives and subordinates were quietly staying by his side without disturbing him. They knew that Balzac made this move, which meant that he was thinking.
Chapter completed!