Chapter 90 Call From Afar

A small arrow flew towards Jason the moment he crossed the courtyard gate.

Jason turned his head away.

chop!

In the loud voice, the small arrow missed the door frame.

"There are assassins!"

The guards shouted, some blocked in front of Jason, and some rushed to the shadow of the arrow.

Soon, the assassin was caught.

This is a middle-aged man, with an ordinary stature, a stiff face, dull eyes, and no expression at all, like a marionette.

'Pied Piper'!

After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Jason thought subconsciously.

The assassins in front of him are just like those who were controlled when they were in Taoer.

Moreover, Jason remembered clearly what Aunt Lim said when Emerton III died just now.

The ambition of the 'Pied Piper' is not only to share the body with Elmerton III, but also not only to the Federation.

The other party has bigger ambitions.

Assassination at the moment...

It's nothing more than a test!

To test him... no, to test Gerald's situation!

Jason thought silently in his heart, staring at the sluggish assassin.

Under Jason's gaze, a gleam appeared in the eyes of the sluggish assassin.

"Gerald, long time no see."

There was a hint of joy in the other's voice.

Then,

The voice began to be filled with malice.

"Are you ready to die?"

After the other party's voice fell,

He let out a cold laugh.

Laughter grows from small to large.

Gradually, the prisoner grinned back and forth.

Jason frowned secretly.

He didn't like veiled laughter.

In peacetime, he can persuade the other party to be kind with a machete with a wide blade and a short handle.

But what about Gerald?

What will Gerald do?

Jason thought.

It was a little difficult for Jason.

Because, Gerald is a competent brother, and he has always been gentle and considerate in front of him.

Therefore, in Jason's mind, there is only the scene of Gerald facing the enemy neatly outside Hans Harbour during the first meeting.

Is the 'Pied Piper' the enemy?

Yes.

The unmistakable enemy.

Since it is the enemy.

That……

Jason, who had made up his mind, walked directly to the captive when Little Lid raised his hand to signal the guard to stop him.

Jason lowered his head and quietly looked at the man who laughed wildly.

There was no turbulence in his eyes.

No anger.

Not even cold.

There is only peace.

Looking at each other is the same as looking at ordinary grass.

The captive's wild laughter gradually ceased.

But this did not prevent the other party from looking at Jason with more provocative eyes.

Looking at those provocative eyes, Jason said lightly:

"I'm here, waiting for you to come..."

"Death!"

After saying that, Jason turned around and left.

The prisoner was stunned for a moment, and then struggled violently, but was pressed to the ground by the guards, and he could only raise his head and stare viciously at Gerald's retreating back.

The other party grabbed his neck and roared loudly:

"I'll make you regret it!"

"I want you to... woo woo!"

Before the other party could finish speaking, Little Lid raised his hand and pulled out the handkerchief, blocking the other party's mouth.

"Into the dungeon."

Little Lid said.

"Yes."

The guards drew their scabbards around each other's necks, as if dragging them to death, dragging them down.

At this time, Little Lid had caught up with Jason.

The work of interrogating the prisoners, he will do later.

The most important thing at this moment is dealing with the events at 111 Durham Street.

According to past habits, Little Lid is one step behind.

Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar but familiar back, Little Lid seemed to have some kind of illusion.

The one in front of him was Lord Gerald.

Whether it's the way you walk, the tone of your voice, or the way you handle things.

Just like Lord Gerald.

If before, Little Lid still had some uneasy words.

At this time, it is basically safe to let go.

There is absolutely no problem with Lord Jason temporarily acting as Lord Gerald.

However, some details still need to be adjusted.

For example: eat!

The valet thought of Jason's lack of etiquette when he ate.

Immediately, he shook his head, and then the personal servant made up his mind—

I have to correct Lord Jason's bad habits.

...

Sitting in the chair, the 'Emerton III' holding a wine glass, threw the wine glass in his hand on the ground very well.

Snapped!

The crystal cup shattered directly.

Scarlet liquor spreads everywhere.

"Gerald!"

An angry roar echoed in the top floor of the entire Mobius Palace.

The guards outside the door have become accustomed to this.

Almost every few days, that one would roar like this.

At first, there were flattering people who seemed to care about entering, but after being hacked to death by that one sword, no one dared to enter at will.

unless subpoenaed.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

‘Emerton III’ breathed heavily.

The anger on his face made the originally handsome face distorted.

However, the next moment-

"Hey hey hey."

This 'Emerton III' laughed weirdly.

"Gerald! Gerald!"

"You are still affected after all!"

"The lifting of the 'Blood Curse' has made you so tired in a short period of time that you did not discover the assassin I arranged in advance, nor did you discover the real purpose of his appearance."

"Your perception is so dull."

"Then your..."

"How much power is left?"

The head of the Federation whispered to himself.

The plan, laid out for decades, is about to be completed.

He, waited too long!

Now,

only left,

The last link: Gerald!

Thinking of this, he couldn't stand it any longer.

The federation's ruler rang the bell.

jingle.

The valet came in.

"grown ups."

The servant bowed and saluted.

"Send the ground troops."

"Let them get all the attention of the South."

"and also!"

"Those hidden secrets, act for me!"

"I'm going to make Gerald run away!"

The head of the federation said.

"Yes, my lord!"

The footman took the order and arranged it immediately.

One after another, they entered the barracks.

A carrier pigeon, soaring into the air.

A secret order is spread to all directions through the secret method.

The war is about to begin!

All the people in Golsey felt an inexplicable depression.

Passers-by became in a hurry.

Businessmen are worried.

The new nobles are both excited and fearful.

All sorts of mixed emotions permeated the entire capital of the new federation.

Their emotions were like heat rising.

Perceived by the 'Emerton III' standing at the highest point of the Mobius Palace.

The head of the Federation walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the entire Golsey.

"let's start!"

"Let it all start in your prison!"

"Those guys who were imprisoned by you, their resentment, detonated the guy who just entered the cage, they are the beginning of your defeat!"

After speaking, the head of the federation raised his palm and clenched his fist in a special ceremony.

Then……

Nothing happened.

Only the sound of the wind blowing.

The federation controller was stunned for a moment, and once again used a special ceremony to clench his fists.

But still nothing happened.

Not only has it not been activated, but even the connection that has always existed seems to be disappearing, becoming indistinguishable.

Subconsciously, the federation controller changed the ritual.

He intensified his contact with the Dark Son.

And in this very moment!

An extremely cold and dead aura invaded along the changed ritual.

Before getting close in the true sense, the soul of 'Emerton III' felt trembling.

Without hesitation, the federation controller directly cut off the ceremony.

puff!

The fierce backlash caused the federation ruler to spit blood.

The next moment, the other party roared again:

"Gerald!"