Peacock City.
A noble manor in the central area.
Viscount Harrington was strolling along the garden path. The lawns on both sides were kept clean by the gardeners. They were green, neat and beautiful.
Many servants who were busy stopped their work and bowed to the Viscount when they saw him.
"Well, I know about this."
Viscount Harrington said calmly without turning his head.
"Go and inform the housekeeper and the head maid, and don't let Trielle go out again after she comes back."
"Yes, my Lord."
The bodyguards following closely behind him nodded in response, then turned and left.
They did not ask the Viscount how to deal with the young magician named Jack. Since the Viscount did not make any arrangements, they did not need to worry about it.
But judging by the Viscount's character, he will most likely not let that guy have an easy time.
Viscount Harrington continued walking forward until he reached the backyard of the manor. He used a key to open an iron gate and entered a small forest.
There was only one bodyguard following him closely.
The man was tall and burly, wearing a neat black suit and a wide-brimmed hat, with his entire face hidden in a thick scarf. Even his hands were covered by leather gloves, leaving no skin exposed.
He looked like a patient with some skin disease, with his entire body covered tightly.
Viscount Harrington and the tall bodyguard walked through the grove and came to a two-story wooden house.
The wooden house looks quite old, with dark brown exterior walls and various fungi and mosses growing on the eaves. In fact, the wooden house has always existed in this grove since Viscount Harrington could remember, as if it was left by his ancestors. He even often came here to play when he was a child.
Viscount Harrington pushed open the door of the wooden house and went straight to the second floor.
At this moment, there were several figures sitting on old wooden chairs, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.
"What urgent business do you have that requires you to come to my manor?"
Viscount Harrington frowned slightly, looking at the figures in the dim environment.
He didn't sit down, just stood at the stairs.
The tall bodyguard stayed by his side, never leaving.
"Lord Harrington, there is nothing we can do about it... The next 'treasure hunt' is about to begin, but we still don't have enough 'treasures'. We can't just make up the numbers and get away with it. Otherwise, the reputation we have worked so hard to build will plummet."
A figure sitting on a chair said.
"The job of arresting people has always been handled by your Blue Sail Gang... Are they just a bunch of rubbish? They never have enough supplies every time!"
Viscount Harrington said coldly.
"Calm down, Viscount. Since we are all doing business together, if there is a problem, we should solve it together. What do you think?"
The figure smiled.
Viscount Harrington was silent for a few seconds, then asked:
“How long until the next auction?”
"Five days."
"The Peacock City Public Security Bureau has already been alerted, and even the upper-level shelter has been alerted... It is difficult for me to gather enough goods in such a short time."
"We believe you can do it, Viscount. After all, who in Peacock City has such power and status as you?"
The figure chuckled.
Viscount Harrington disdained such an insincere compliment and said firmly:
"I will find a way to replenish the missing goods, but I want to take an extra 20% of the proceeds from this auction... In addition, you can do me another small favor."
"Oh, 20% is too much, 10% at most."
Figures bargaining.
"One and a half percent, no less."
The Viscount said.
The figure hesitated for a moment, then smiled again:
"Okay, okay, let's both take a step back... Then, Viscount, what do you want us to do for you?"
"Help me teach a young man a lesson."
Viscount Harrington said coldly.
"Oh, Viscount, we don't need to do this, right? Your bodyguards can do it, or you can spend a little money and let those idle guys on the street help you?"
The figure seemed a little surprised, thinking that Viscount Harrington was making a big deal out of nothing.
"That young man is not an ordinary person. I suspect he is an extraordinary person."
Viscount Harrington said in a deep voice.
"My daughter Tracy has been very close to him recently. In order to avoid some family secrets and our affairs from being exposed, you'd better act as soon as possible."
"Okay, this is really troublesome... I will let the Blue Sail Gang take action, and then send two brothers to hide among them. No matter whether that guy is a transcendent or not, he will definitely spend the rest of his life in a sanatorium."
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evening.
After Chen Lun sent Miss Tracy to the carriage, he returned to the winery.
This place is not far from the winery, so he plans to walk back and observe the environment around the winery.
Walking along an upward path, the buildings on both sides gradually become taller, blocking the light of the setting sun, and the whole street seems a little dim.
At this moment, Chen Lun suddenly felt something and turned and walked into an alley.
A few breaths later, the faceless waiter from the Murder Club walked out of the spirit world.
"Good day, Mr. Qiao Ke."
"It's almost dark."
Chen Lun made a joke.
"Good night, Mr. Qiao Ke."
The faceless waiter spoke respectfully, holding a tray in his hand and a clean white towel on his arm.
Chen Lun shrugged, smiled and shook his head.
I wondered to myself, are all the messengers from the spirit world so humorless?
"Did anyone write to me?"
He asked bluntly.
"No, Mr. Qiao Ke... there is something else. Because you have joined the Murder Club for some time and have passed the initial probation period, the club decided to start commissioning services for you."
The faceless waiter handed a tray to Chen Lun with a thick menu on it.
"This is the latest 'Commission Menu'. If you need it, you can 'order' it yourself and accept the commission... The specific content and rewards are described in detail above."
Chen Lun took the menu and casually flipped through it to take a few glances.
This is actually the commission list of the Murder Club. Without exception, all of them are commissions related to murder. As for the rewards, they are all various kinds of extraordinary wines.
In fact, there is a "wine recycling center" in the Murder Club. If members need it, they can exchange the extraordinary wine they have obtained for money, but the recycling price will be slightly lower than the market price.
'Cook it now, order it online...?'
Chen Lun chuckled.
This was one of the reasons why he chose to join the Murder Club in the first place.
There are countless murder commissions to choose from, and the rewards are particularly generous.
The rewards mentioned here are not just commission rewards, but also corresponding task rewards. Because Chen Lun has the special characteristics of the player panel, after he accepts the commission, the corresponding task will be triggered automatically!
This is like doing one thing and getting paid twice.
"The quest library that can be selected at will is of great help to my leveling up."
Chen Lun smiled.
However, on the commission menu, a small number of them have "level" requirements.
The members of the murder club have different strengths. In order to improve the efficiency of completing commissions, killer levels were created to distinguish and screen them.
It is divided into three levels: copper cup, silver cup and gold cup.
If the client has specific requirements, the corresponding killer level will be noted on the commission. If members want to accept higher-paying and more challenging commissions, they need to upgrade the killer level to obtain higher permissions.
Generally speaking, the criteria for members to pass the assessment are the completion rate and number of previous commissions.
Chen Lun is now just a "bronze cup killer" of the lowest level.
"If you have made your selection, Mr. Qiao Ke can write the corresponding commission number on a piece of paper and put it in the 'black box'. The club will then pick up the order for you and lock it... until you complete the commission or die because of it."
The faceless waiter explained patiently.
"Okay, I understand."
Chen Lun nodded and put the menu in his hand into the Blood Poetry Ring.
At this time.
A burst of dense footsteps was heard.
Chen Lun turned around and saw that both ends of the alley were blocked by a group of people.
"That's the guy! Jack, the magician from City Garden Theater!"
"Go! Don't let him get away!"
As the group of people spoke, they took out knives, daggers and iron rods and rushed towards Chen Lun.
Chen Lun had a strange expression on his face.
His eyes were filled with mist, and he soon saw through where this group of people came from.
"The Blue Sail Gang? There are two assassins from the Black Blade Brotherhood hiding among them?"
At this time, the faceless waiter turned his head and asked Chen Lun for his opinion:
"Mr. Qiao Ke, do you need me to help you solve your problem?"
Chen Lun took out two gold pounds and placed them on the waiter's tray with a smile.
"Thank you. I'm in a hurry to go home. I'll leave this to you."
After saying that, he walked out of the alley with his silver cane, completely ignoring the dozen or so thugs rushing towards him.
This group of people grinned grimly and raised their weapons.
But the next second, they seemed to see something terrible and suddenly became panic-stricken.
"Monster! There's a monster!"
"Ah! A faceless monster!"
The faceless waiter appeared gracefully in front of the group of people, holding the tray steadily in one hand and waving the other hand quickly, easily chopping their necks or piercing their hearts.
Blood splattered on the old walls and screams echoed in the alleys.
The two extraordinary people from the Black Blade Brotherhood were shocked and tried to turn around and run away, but they were quickly caught up by the faceless waiter, who dragged them back to the alley with one hand.
There was no fierce battle. The two men were just [Sequence 9 - Thief] and soon died at the hands of the Faceless Waiter.
Chen Lun left without looking back.
He ignored some passers-by who heard the noise and approached the alley out of curiosity, and passed by them.
But in my mind I was wondering who sent those thugs.
'The Simons? Or Lord Harrington?'
These two are the most suspicious.
Hoyle's two brothers were driven crazy by him. The Simon family must hate him, but only if they know that it was Chen Lun who did it.
Miss Tracy, as the daughter of Viscount Harrington, was of noble status, and dating a "lowly" circus magician like her would surely anger her father.
As for those small figures in Kewei, Chen Lun didn't think they had such power.
'When in doubt, use cards to tell fortunes.'
Chen Lun chuckled and confirmed the "Simon Family" and "Viscount Harrington" respectively.
Finally, the latter showed the "king" card.
"So it's you, Viscount Harrington... not only are you connected to the Blue Sail Gang, but you're also connected to the Black Knife Brotherhood."
Chen Lun smiled.
He pulled the brim of his hat and his figure slowly disappeared into the street.