Ryan Cutler shivered and woke up from his dream.

"Hiss..." But before he could get up, he covered his forehead first.

Excessive drinking at the celebration banquet left him in a hangover with a split headache.

The night in winter fell early, and the outside of the carriage was pitch black.

While the Aivilan Performing Arts Conference attracted many tourists, it also filled all the hotels in the small town. Even the benefactor of their Cutler Performing Arts Group, the mysterious minstrel, paid three times the room to grab two empty rooms to check out.

Fortunately, as a performing arts troupe traveling around the Eastern Plains, Ryan didn't mind sleeping in his small car with his wife... especially when the carriage was still in the carriage where the previous winning trophy of the performing arts conference was still on.

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

Originally, their performing arts troupe participated in the competition on a whim and a little lucky mentality. Even though he was very satisfied with the dance arranged by his wife, he was also very clear about how many performing arts troupes were eyeing the honor of winning the competition and the huge prize of the 100 gold coins.

After the dancer of his performing arts troupe was poached by Rose's performing arts troupe, he felt sad to realize the helplessness and humiliation of his poor and destitute.

Ross wanted to acquire his own entertainment troupe, but Ryan knew very well that the other party's goal was not Cutler, a small and broken entertainment troupe, but his wife.

Turning his eyes back to his still sleeping wife's face, Ryan's expression softened a little.

He was just an ordinary man with no special talent, and she was the daughter of a little noble. After the two fell in love, it took them a long time to get together, and even broke up with his wife and family. He no longer had the surname that once made her proud.

From the original luxury and food to the current sluggish food, from the original carefree to the current worry-free and worrying about making a living, even the originally white and tender hands are covered with calluses due to long-term housework and work, and are no longer slender and tender.

However, his wife never said anything and kept giving silently.

So even for her, I must work harder.

Ryan touched the leather pocket in his arms, which contained ninety gold coins as a bonus. For some reason, the puppet girl said that she had gained enough this time. So she only took ten, and the mysterious minstrel refused the gift of the gold coins after receiving a gem of not very good quality.

This made Ryan feel happy and a little uneasy.

Ninety gold coins - this huge sum is enough to buy a small performing group of the size of the Cutler Performing Arts Group.

If he is given time to develop well, not to mention a medium-sized performing troupe like Rose that costs money, maybe even a large performing troupe will not be a problem!

But at the same time, this huge sum of money was like a piece of fat meat, enough to make those illegal people salivate at them.

It's okay if Avilan is, the Lord has not left yet. If the performing group just won the prize and was robbed the next day, even for the sake of his own face, the Lord will order a thorough investigation and bring the sinners to justice. But once Avilan leaves Avilan, those guys who are hidden in the darkness that cannot be found in the sunshine will definitely be impatient to attack them!

"Maybe it would be better to spend most of the money tomorrow." He carefully covered his wife with a quilt, Ryan lay down again, looked at the roof of the car, and considered what happened next: "It just so happened that many small performing troupes have not left Aivilan. They bought some good reputations, bought some spare materials, and hired some mercenary guards. If the momentum is bigger, it should be fine."

But for some reason, he was always a little uneasy.

Finally, Ryan got up and put on his clothes when he thought about it. He opened the car door and planned to go out to chat with the magic swordsman who was watching by the bonfire for a while, and calmed his tingling head a little through the cold winter air.

However, the moment he opened the car door, he noticed something was wrong. The magic swordsman beside the bonfire fell to the ground. With the help of the fire, he could see a dark red liquid slowly flowing out under him.

Then a dagger with silver light flashed against his throat.

Two assassination magic swordsmen who used magic to hide their bodies appeared from the air and appeared in front of him.

"Don't make a sound, sir... the one by the bonfire has shown you the fate of being uncooperated." One of the magic swordsmen said softly, and the sharp voice that was as if he was shaved the blackboard with his fingernails, which made people suddenly hear the other party using falsetto.

Do you really dare to take action today if you are not afraid of death? Ryan's heart suddenly hit his throat. The temperature was obviously very low, but a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I can give it to you if you want money, but please don't continue to hurt our people." Ryan Cutler could only sigh at the end and make a little unreliable begging for mercy.

"No, we don't want your money, sir." Unexpectedly, another magic swordsman shook his head.

"But... I don't have anything else worth your efforts here..."

“It’s just work.”

Ryan felt a little dizzy in his head.

At this time, another sounded answered his doubts.

"What they want should be your beautiful wife."

The three of them looked in the direction where the sound came.

The mysterious minstrel, carrying a pajama-wearing Rose, with a pajama-like face, seemed to feel the weight brought by his dead pig-like figure, walked slowly over.

The two girls who followed him surrounded the overwhelmed Night Vigil Swordsman. Then one of the little blue-haired girls shook their heads at the minstrel, indicating that there was no help.

"I'm here...well, forget it, I found a contract with magical aura in this guy's room."

Sivi threw the fat man who was executing the feathering technique to the ground, and then took out a piece of antique yellowed parchment: "It seems that there is an amazing noble family who paid a far greater than the amount you received, and entrusted him to take your wife with him. And the deadline marked on the contract is in the last few days, and if it fails, something interesting might happen."

Sivie's words made Ryan Cutler's mind feel like he was struck by lightning. Why did Ross, a guy who was desperate to get along with him? He would rather have a bleed of his wallet than a loss with the Cutler Performing Arts Group, harming others and not doing good for himself, forcing him to force the small performing arts group that he originally managed to do well to this now. Now he understands it all at once.

I'm afraid he was not coveting his wife's beauty, but learned from somewhere that his wife was born, and then negotiated with the family, accepted the other party's entrustment and demanded high wealth, so he targeted him everywhere.

"Then the two," rolled up the parchment paper and stuffed it into his pocket. Sivy smiled at the two assassination swordsmen who were facing a great enemy, "Are you planning to surrender? Or will I send you to surrender?"

"Wait, our financial backer has been caught by you, and this job will naturally be abandoned." One of the magic swordsmen said, "In this way, we have nothing to do with each other, and there is no need to force each other, right?"

"No, no, no, isn't Guagui lying there?" Xiwei pointed behind him.

Looking in the direction he pointed, the murdered Night Vigil Swordsman was lying there.

"So, you are not planning to get together with us?" The voice of the magic swordsman suddenly became cold.

He originally thought that the other party's ability to appear near him without them being noticed was a bit weird, and the strange power that could easily pick up Ross, so he was a little afraid of Xiwei, and said so based on the principle that it is better to have less than more things.

But as a killer, naturally, I wouldn't be afraid of this kind of trouble: "Since that's the case..."

"The negotiations broke down." Sivia agreed with a smile.
Chapter completed!