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Ah, why is it getting dark?

Ai Lei, who was squatting between the city lords, rubbed his eyes, but unexpectedly he fell asleep directly.

Ailey hasn't had a good sleep these days; this afternoon seems a bit long.

Fran became more cautious because he was worried about being murdered - now it has reached an exaggeration or even pathological level.

She told the chef of White Rock Castle not to prepare lunch for himself at noon, but instead asked Aly to buy two-piece bread and fried sauce back;

After lunch, Fran continued to work, while Aly was blocked outside the door - he knew that if he was among the city lords, Fran would definitely not be able to concentrate on his work.

He was so tired that he wanted to rest for a while - anyway, if someone wanted to go in, he would have to wake up himself who was blocking the door first;

Unexpectedly, I fell asleep until this time.

Well, it's time to talk about it. Has Frann been having supper yet?

Ailey leaning against the door could hear the familiar sound of parchment turning from the room... It seemed that she was still handling official duties, thanks for her.

This chef is really, when is it now, why don’t you bring supper? Do you want to starve her to death?

While Alay was thinking about whether to go to the chef to argue, footsteps came from the corridor - Alay looked at the source of the sound, and it was the chef who specialized in making food for the city lord in Baiyan Castle.

"I've seen... Lord Ire." The middle-aged chef who looked a little greasy saluted respectfully to Ire Ire respectfully - but even so, because he was holding a heavy wooden dining plate on his hands, it was still not very standard.

"Uh..." Aire stopped him, "Can the safety of the ingredients be ensured?"

Fran has been worried about whether anyone poisoned him, which makes Alay and others a little suspicious.

"...These foods can be ensured to be safe." The chef lowered his head and responded with a little hesitation.

Then the lights on both sides of the corridor were not bright, and the chef's face seemed more suspicious. Alay signaled him to put the plate aside: "So that's the case, you try one and I'll take a look."

As Alay said, he held the hilt of the sword in his right hand... Isn't this guy going to start a sudden attack, right?

“…yes.” The chef did as Alay’s instructions;

Dinner was roasted potatoes, shredded radish soup and toast; for the Lord of One City, such a meal was really simple.

Speaking of how to use such a large plate to hold this potato roast pork... Aile looked at it for a moment and felt something was wrong. Although it was the main dish, it didn't hold so much, right? It actually occupied more than half of the plate.

Can Fran eat so much by himself?

After the chef tried it, he put away the tableware: "Sir Ire, I will bring new tableware in a while."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

You are still aware of your appearance and know to change your face... Ai Lei curled his lips and nodded, indicating that the chef could go over.

The chef smiled slightly and walked past Alye—

Wait, what is this person shaking?

As the chef walked by Aly, the latter could see the former's thighs trembled slightly, and there were a few drops of cold sweat on his neck;

This guy... still can't be too relieved. Ailei thought so and stopped him again:

"Wait, you seem to..."

Before Alay finished speaking, the chef suddenly threw away the plate containing potato roasted pork, and hid a short knife with a cold light below;

He picked up the short knife and threw the plate down; the slightly fat body was exerted to its limit, and he tried his best to push the blade towards the Aleith!

This guy is indeed unreliable!

"Guard! There are assassins!"

Fortunately, Ayre's alert was not completely relaxed; he shouted loudly, jumped back skillfully and avoided the attack.

However, the chef did not continue to pursue the pursuit - after failing to hit, he quickly adjusted his direction of progress, and then opened the closed door between the city lords!

This guy’s target is Fran! Alay draws out his sword without any hesitation;

The moment he was about to step into the lord, Ayre's sword pierced his torso;

The chef fell to the ground all of a sudden, but even so, he did not stop the movement in his hand - his thick and short forearm was slightly raised, and he wanted to throw the short knife directly at Fran!

Why, you guy! Aly caught up quickly and slashed at his forearm with another sword;

The blade was too sharp, and it actually cut off his arm!

"What happened!? Nice, what are you going to do?" The moment the chef pushed the door open, Fran stood up in panic and tried to avoid it, but his soul was still unstable;

"I'm sorry... Lord Fran, but I have to..." the chef cried out because of the excessive pain, "I have to kill you! Otherwise, those beasts will give my daughter...my daughter..."

As the chef said, he tried to find something out of his arms; Alay pierced his wrist bones and nailed his wrist to the ground

"Arey... is he going to assassinate me?" Fran's breathing was rapid.

Nice was not the newly recruited chef; he had been cooking in White Rock Fort since Earl David;

He was definitely not from the Rank family, because Tader drove him out of White Rock Castle at that time.

But now, he...

"Who dared to murder Lord Fran?" The guards who rushed over were holding weapons, but were really surprised to see the person lying in a pool of blood on the ground.

This chef has always been loyal, but he didn't expect that he would do such a thing today...

"You guys, hold him down." Fran ordered, "I want to use a bleeding-stop magic on him...I can't let him die here."

He must have known the information related to the instructor... Keep the charges for later treatment!

Several guards roared up, but the chef seemed extremely panicked; he roared and directly knocked his neck towards the blade inserted into his wrist;

Fortunately, Ailey had quick eyes and quick hands, so he quickly pulled out the blade, otherwise the carotid artery would be cut off, and Fran would not be able to save it at his current level.

Strange, why did the timid chef who used to be so desperate now?

The guards each held down one hand and feet, and Fran's hemorrhage-stop magic prevented the chef from dying due to blood loss for the time being;

But he seemed to have no idea of ​​living; he struggled desperately, not caring at all whether he would tear the wounds.

"Even if you torture me, it's useless!" the chef roared on the ground, "My daughter is in their hands! If I say anything, my daughter will be dead! It's absolutely impossible to tell you!"

The guards looked at each other - they had heard of this despicable method of threatening their families before, but this was the first time they saw each other in Baiyan City;

Fran, who was restless, fell into deep thought - this time they threatened the chef, who would they choose as their target next time?
Chapter completed!