Since the time of separation that day, Xia Lan has never seen Tirrant again. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he could not find a suitable reason to see him. When Nowen came over with the orders of the eldest prince, he knew that the reason had come.

Perhaps Tilrant is now like a stray dog, but his sensitive identity always attracts attention. Some want to arrest him and receive huge bounties, some always hate him and curse him to die, but some want him to live, because he is more valuable than he is dead, and the premise of all this is that they found him.

Even a waste has the value of his existence, not to mention the head of the murder of Wang Li Central Academy and the four princes who were the rumor behind the scenes, I don’t know how many eyes hidden in the darkness are increasingly staring at the development of the situation.

The royal nobles supported the ascension of the great prince Sasso, but this did not mean that Sasso could control them. He and them were just political interests, and no one was his subordinate.

Perhaps the eldest prince can look at Tirrant's affairs calmly, but his political allies will not. As long as they seize Tirrant, the fourth prince who has been ineffective in dealing with it will completely lose the opportunity to turn the tables. There will be no suspense in the inheritance of the throne. Once Sasso ascends the throne in the future, everyone will be promoted and everyone will be happy that everyone will like it.

But imagination is a beautiful thing after all.

It was not that Sasso had thought of taking advantage of Tirrant's affairs to attack, but the heavy mountain that had not changed over the top of his head for more than ten years had already left a deep fear in his heart. He would not believe that things could go smoothly as he imagined.

He was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to make a final decision, and before this opportunity, he would not allow the noble alliances to detonate Tirrant first.

It is not that no one understands the principle that good steel is used on the blade.

Therefore, he ordered Xia Lan out to ensure the safety of Tirrant.

Of course, he would not be assured to hand over the matter to an outsider who was distrustful. If it weren't for his relationship with Tilrant, if it weren't for his use of this test, Sasso wouldn't have done anything more.

After Xialan decisively betrayed Tilrant's hiding place, Sasso ordered Bedwin to send people to monitor the accident day and night, and Xialan's function seemed to be just a layer of dispensable insurance.

What Sasso’s idea is not something Xialan cares about. As Tirrant’s collaborator, Xialan now attaches more importance to his current view of the situation in the capital.

He would not underestimate Tilrant's youth, and not every young man could do something that caused a sensation in the entire kingdom.

At the same time, he didn't mind revealing his relationship with the eldest prince.

Tirrant, who was stabbed in the back by the four princes in the abyss, was probably more eager to take revenge than anyone else. The enemy's enemy is a friend, and Tirrant will probably agree with Xia Lan's decision.

When leaving the hotel and leaving for Lanluo District, Xia Lan noticed something strange.

Someone is following him, and the important thing is that the stalker's methods are really clumsy.

Whose person is it? He could almost conclude that the stalker was definitely not from the eldest prince or even the fourth prince. Since he couldn't figure it out, Xia Lan didn't think much about it, and he would always know what he should know.

Walking leisurely on the street, Xia Lan occasionally glanced at the tail behind her. Whenever she saw the other person pretending to be calm and funny when she was discovered, the smile on her face became even more serious.

He didn't want to walk too fast or too fast, and he was afraid that the tail behind him would lose himself if he was not careful. If he hadn't wanted to seduce the other party's real behind-the-scenes commander, he wouldn't bother to play such boring tricks with him.

Fortunately, what didn't disappoint him was that the person he had to wait for finally appeared.

"My owner wants to invite you a glass of wine, and I hope you don't refuse."

When Xia Lan deliberately walked to a remote alley, a burly and tough man with a beard seemed to be blocking him in front of him. His voice was a little low, and his words were filled with a faint threatening smell that could not be refused.

Xia Lan smiled. In his perception, there were many people hidden in the hidden corner of the alley. Judging from the breath, the minimum strength was the strength of a lower-level warrior. If he refused, those people might jump out.

When going out, an ancient long sword was hung around Xia Lan's waist. Sometimes the virtual ring was indeed convenient, but in order not to attract too much attention, especially when facing some trouble, the effect of the weapon worn with you was reflected at this time.

"Medium-level peak warrior?"

Xia Lan looked at the stout man in front of her and smiled meaningfully in her words.

The man in front of him exuded a strong momentum from the inside out from the beginning and kept suppressing Xiang Xialan. Unfortunately, if he were an ordinary person, he might collapse and surrender under this momentum, but for a superior swordsman, this was a ridiculous farce.

After hearing Xia Lan's words, the man's eyes were cautious and fearful, because the other party not only maintained a leisurely and contented look in the momentum he had released with all his might, but even pointed out his true strength. Although the master said that the other party was very strong, he did not take it seriously. Different people had their own opinions on the same things. Only by seeing them personally can they obtain a conclusion that they recognized.

And now he knew that the master did not lie. The other party's strength was really strong, and even he could not judge the other party's true strength.

But, so what if it is this? Could it be that the other party is a superior swordsman? He would not believe such a young superior swordsman, let alone there are many helpers behind him.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to know which owner of the family can ask a median peak warrior to invite me as a servant." Xia Lan smiled after seeing the slight changes on the other party.

"If you want to know, go with me." The man took a little step back without revealing his mark, and his entire burly and majestic body was ready to fight at any time.

"I'm sorry, I have something to complete now. I can only thank your master for your kindness. If you don't mind, please tell me your master's identity. I'll be able to give you apologies at that time." Xia Lan responded with a smile.

"It seems you refused." The man said expressionlessly.

"Since that's the case, do it!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he was about to attack the other party. Suddenly, his eyes blurred, as if something had passed by. When he reacted, the severe pain from his neck surged into his brain, and the force that had swung around him instantly disappeared. In his dark vision, he saw the young man holding the long sword in his hand with a smile on his face.

Very fast.

When he fell down, this was the last thought that remained in his mind.

...

Xia Lan put away her long sword and looked at the enemies who were lying in the alley and groaning in pain. He did not kill them. It was not that he was ruthless, but that it was unnecessary.

It was daytime. Although the alley was remote, there were still people passing by. Their screams attracted the attention of many people. But after taking a bold and curious look, people left one after another, as if they didn't want to get into any trouble.

Killing is simple, but things are not simple after being discovered.

"Come out! If you don't want to die."

Suddenly, Xia Lan said lightly to the empty corner at the alley.

After a while, a trembling thin figure appeared not far in front of Xia Lan. He knelt on the ground, begging for mercy with a look of fear, "This young master, it's not my business, please let me go!"

"Who is your master?" Xia Lan slowly walked to him and looked down at him calmly. This person was the one who followed him from the hotel to this place. But strangely, when he was cleaning up those people, he had been hiding in the corner of the alley and not leaving.

"I don't know this young master, I really don't know--" The thin man seemed even more scared when he saw Xia Lan approaching, and he lay on the ground and trembled motionlessly.

Xia Lan frowned, raised her feet without saying a word, and instantly kicked the thin man kneeling on the ground directly to the corner of the alley. A painful and terrifying scream echoed.

He took a slow step and walked towards the corner of the wall without any haste. A group of wailing men curled up and wailing.

"Who is your master?"

This is his second question.

"I don't know, I really don't know!" When the thin man heard Xia Lan's footsteps getting closer, he seemed to have forgotten the pain, and immediately fell to the ground and begged for mercy again.

This time, Xia Lan raised her feet and stepped on the thin man under her head to the ground and pressed her tightly.

"This is the last time, who is your master?"

In his ear, the thin man with blood on his face seemed to hear the sound of the long sword slowly pulling out of the sheath. He knew that if he continued to be stubborn, the other party might really kill him.

But--

The alley is full of subordinates whose master was knocked down. If he betrayed the master, they will definitely know that by then, they will not be able to bear the master's anger at all!

Why! Why just ask me alone! There are so many subordinates of the masters lying on the ground, but why just ask me alone!

He hated him very much, but the weak could only bury hatred in his heart.

"Don't you say it? Very good!"

"I said! I said!"

A cold and ruthless voice came from the man's mouth and the thin man shouted desperately. When he died, he could no longer remain silent!

"My master is the only heir of the former Finance Minister, Master Yaves!"

I see.

Xia Lan thought about slowly retracting the half-drawn sword, which was just a terror. Even if he didn't say it, there were enough people on the ground to let him slowly pry his mouth open.

"Tell your master that if you want to take revenge next time, you will send some opponents that I like to see over here. I am not interested in continuing to play such boring games with him."

After saying that, Xia Lan disappeared into the alley. Since the doubts were known, there was no need to continue disguising her.

In his eyes, Yaves was just an irrelevant character. He gathered all the other party's hatred on himself because he didn't want the other party to have extra thoughts to harm others.

This other person is Maggie.

He is not a good person, but he will follow the rules of the transaction.
Chapter completed!