Chapter 474
"What's the situation?" When Dulan saw that Bastinfaiz had returned empty-handed, he had a bad feeling.
Even though the item was not as important as his son, it was still something that he had spent a lot of effort to obtain. He would not be willing to lose it just like that.
"There's a master behind the kidnappers, at least a top-notch Grandmaster of Combat. I can't really help you with this," Bastinfaiz said directly. "You can only blame it on your bad luck this time."
After saying that, Bastinfaiz left without looking back. This time, it was Dulan who threatened him with their business relationship. Plus, he wanted to completely control Dulan, so he reluctantly agreed. Now that he was involved with some unknown existence, the matter could only be dropped.
As for Dulan, there was nothing he could do other than admit that he was unlucky. He did not even have the ability to blame Bastinfaiz, because between the two of them, he was the weaker party.
The other helping him once was already giving him face. If he continued to force it, he would be willing to see what would happen next.
Dulan's expression did not look good, but he was relieved. No matter what, as long as Little Parry could come back, everything would be fine. Talent and whatnot could be planned in the future, it was just a waste of energy and resources from before.
Ka Toubu pushed open the secret door of the basement and pressed his hand on his face. One could see the flesh wriggling, and the blood with the smell of life flowed through his body again. At least he did not look like a dead man anymore.
He knelt on the ground, covered his mouth, and laughed crazily. His expression became twisted and crazy. He had succeeded, successfully obtained the Fountain of Life from the other party, and became a reserve for the Ghostman. Next, he only needed to find a suitable secondary soul, and he would become a Ghostman, gaining supernatural power in one leap.
After entering the Age of Steel, even though the introduction to supernatural power was common, there were still very few people who could master supernatural power. A Grandmaster of Combat who had mastered supernatural power could enjoy the privileges of a noble in any place, even if it was not hereditary and they did not have a fief.
Most people only reached the level of physical training. They did not have the resources to exchange blood for themselves, so even though there were many people who practiced the Bone-Forging Method, most of them could not advance further.
After laughing crazily, Ka Toubu wiped away his tears and looked at the box in the corner. There were traces of lime around it, and a faint stench.
Katol stood up and opened the trapdoor again. He lifted the small box and, after a moment's thought, placed an envelope on top of it.
…
"The City Lord is here …"
"What should I do?"
"City Lord …"
The noise made Du Lan a little dazed. When the butler informed him and saw the butler's expression, he had already expected it.
But until now, he still felt that everything was a dream, as if everything had become unreal.
Not long ago, he was still showing off his achievements and hard work to her, but why did it become like this?
The crowd parted in silence, and Du Lan saw the small box placed there. A bloodless, purplish face lay in the middle of the dust.
Du Lan's legs went soft. She sat on the ground and shouted, "This is not my son. My little handkerchief is not dead. He can't be dead."
"How could he die?!" Du Lan was on the verge of a mental breakdown. She no longer had the decorum of a noble.
Even though he said that the man wasn't his son, Duran couldn't help but crawl to the small wooden box and carry the little boy out. His sanity was declining rapidly, and he kept muttering that it couldn't be real.
His belief, the pillar of his life, had completely collapsed. At this time, he was only one step away from going crazy.
On the other side of the room, Bastinfaiz frowned. Du Lan was on the verge of a mental breakdown. His plan would probably have to change.
Du Lan didn't know when he returned to the City Lord's Mansion, nor did he know who had brought him back. But he had been holding that little body in his arms the whole time.
Du Lan only woke up when the sky darkened. His expression was very calm, so calm that it was scary.
He felt that he was extremely clear-headed. He had read the letter that came with the wooden box. It was just an apology, saying that Parry had suffocated to death in the sewers.
"Is this retribution?" Du Lan once again thought of that little body in Eskin's manor. For his own goals, he had slaughtered everyone in the Eskin family, leaving only that dead remnant, Haarlem.
But all he had gotten was his son's tragic death.
"If this is retribution, then let's go even crazier." Du Lan stood up. His body had collapsed long ago. He couldn't have a second son. The Estheus family was finished. There was no more bloodline.
"Then everything is gone." Du Lan said to the butler who had walked in. His calm and despairing eyes made the butler tremble.
"Tell the people in Eskin's manor to do it. My son didn't survive. He survived. This shouldn't have happened." Duran stood up and gently stroked the young corpse. He looked extremely gentle, even his tone was so gentle that it was frightening.
"Yes, Lord," the butler said hurriedly. At the same time, he let out a sigh of relief. It was normal for him to vent his anger on someone else. As long as he vented his anger, Lord Du Lan would return to normal.
But Du Lan's next words stunned the butler. "Also, Parry likes crowds. Send more people down to accompany him."
He carried the body and walked to the tall building of the mayor's manor. He looked at this border city. With his eyesight, he could see the people coming and going on the streets. Among them, some children were playing.
Du Lan turned around and looked at the butler who had followed him. "My son is dead. What right do they have to live?"
"My … my lord." The butler started trembling.
"Tell the people to do it. Take out all the resources. There will always be people who don't care about their lives doing these things for the bounty. Aren't those kidnappers one of them? The Estheus family is finished, butler. "
"Understood, my lord." The butler walked back while trembling. He didn't know what the lord would do to him if he refused. So he didn't dare to refuse.
Those fugitives who wanted to become Grandmasters of Combat were willing to do anything for resources. Slaughtering children was not a difficult task, as long as they were careful of the revenge that would follow. They were familiar with this kind of thing. After taking the resources and changing their location and identity, they could live well again.
There was never a lack of such criminals in the borderline cities who did such shady work.
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